The Lace Princess

Upon her balcony in a night do I see?

A beauty beyond Melody

In stars as perfect as marble statue

Curves as if born of sea foam

Skin so perfect to shame the moon

Her hair as Golden as the suns amber rays

And so flowing as to be silk made of wind

The Aphrodite of my common toils

To this angel do I gaze upon

Day in and day out till her prayer upon the balcony.

Perhaps she'll see me here

In the cherry grove stunned by her

Yet do I wish for such a glance?

For if she doth think me a fool

Then by what hopes do I live on?

Against the king is this treasonous thought

Oh my I have been seen,

Shall I speak? Call out of my eyes sin and

Beg of her forgiveness?

What is this? She is not mad, but glad

Slowly the oceans of flame, her eyes

Search me with passion,

As her gown rolls off her shoulders

Such a scandalous image of skin

My instincts are barely manageable

Her elaborate lace tight to her skin covers her

And so slightly, White clothes in blessed sin

Am I mad, she does beckon me to her chamber.

What no duty of a servant with such a grin

Oh and so teasing her tongue lapping at those lips

With great haste do I flee upon

The stairs, to her chamber door,

I do tap gingerly the wood

Her sweet melodic voice calls me in.

Tainted with saliva thick and rich of lust

For a girl of her status must

But wish her fathers head to give such chastity to me.

By duty I am bound to turn away

For I am alleged to the king not his daughter

Yet I must obey that of higher rank

And obey such a pleasing intention

I know not if it is in my power to please so great

So I should by all rights not see as I do

Oh and what wonder has no words to describe

M'lady sprawled out on her sheets

Her velvet blankets embracing her body

A chest of China dolls

A mountain of teddies and plush

A fountain of wealth in arts and trinkets about

A tiara framed upon her dresser

Not but a pampered babe

And yet so fine and a woman

On the purple satins of the rich oak bed

Four draped posters about her

And pillows of goose downs

I am not worthy of such purity in sight

Just with the ere of her room

Let alone her form

Her hair is tossed about the bed

Her head propped by pillows to stare me down

Her face exquisite but my attention moves fast

To the areas so hidden and favoured

The long slender neck

Decked with a tight lace collar and a gold chain

Upon which end lies the blue stone

Europe’s Devils eye warding off sin in sin's own respect

To supple shoulders and slender arms

She teases as she runs her fingers

A skating figure eight about her breasts

Playing with the frills of her lingerie

She guides my eyes with her hand

Down her curved side

To her wide hip, and across to the meet of her legs

As she then, like the break of dawn,

Does split them apart so wide the white of her lace

Is almost wasted by its scandalous cutting

Down her legs I run quickly to the final stop

Her glass slippers with sharp heels

"And what do you expect from me dressed as you are?

I your mistress do but order those rags off my prize."

Oh and how upset will father be

When finally I am wed

Unchaste.

How then shall some old man butcher me?

I saw mother hanging in the closet

No such rich bastard will have me.

If my freedom as a bird and babe is not

I shall ensure my loves cast to those who cherish me

I am a princess and loved, I do hope rumours spread

How wondrous is that?

Many a man seeking me of peasant class.

Of course I shall only to this one be

So unladylike, for no man that breaths

Can compare his form, a gardener

And yet so much a knight

Of no wealth but with more class then a duke

Will he alope me after my rejection with the nobleman

Whom my father insist's

Face will look less of puke if I let him claim me

What rubbish is that, such aristocracy

And all over what supple blood I am about to lose.

Oh, how sweet a form, never did I imagine

That under such rags laid such beauty

More carved then a statue is he

And so sweet his blush of inadequacy

Oh what a twinkle in those eyes and that smile

Still without nay wooden teeth

And those lips of lushes roses

I shall twitch about just to watch him tremble

Oh my and how cute those dimples

Here it is, alas I shall see the gift,

Hidden just below that chest of bronze

Ooo my my how odd a thing

Not at all flowing as my body

But so perfect, stronger it seems than arms

And designed by God for my pleasures alone

Ah and those great hands weathered like stone

So wise and aged in remarkable youth

Despite his tongue his body is so much more the beautiful.

"Madame.. May I, ah... Thank god for such a nod,

Your beauty blossoms so great,

I can't but utter words past it"

I do remember one advice

If you wish to court love

Thus must be done in confidence

As so I decided

In all that I am unworthy

Shall I feel worthy in my duty

Now how shall I but make her twitch and writhe

And oh my, this is well beyond I

For she shakes all over

Waving her knees,

Now do I press my lips

Deep into hers

My hips tight on her

Tickled by the frills of her cloth

My chest so close I do feel

Deep imbedded within it her nipples

And through her silken lingerie.

As we do kiss and our mouths open

Do her legs lock my hips tighter

As do my legs hold hers in place.

My arms reach over her

And fondle the hair by her ear;

As do hers hook 'round me,

Entertaining themselves on my rippled back

Our kiss becomes passionate

I taste fire in her thickening saliva.

Our tongues do mate like snakes

Our lips swollen red

Oh me and my her teeth pressed hard

Into my churning tongue.

I now think it's safe to declare

That our kiss is no more.

It is all her nibbling at my mouth

Breaking my lips and bleeding my tongue.

How it makes me wild,

Such precious pain by her fangs.

"My dear wolfish hulk,

Your mind is sick well with love

For how much do you hump

As I do cause you pain."

Ah, and do I do let him go

He does love me so.

For it isn't lust that makes

So gentle an ogre or bear

Into so affectionate a slave.

Hm, that is a great sound,

My slave, my husky slave.

He knows not how well it is

When his tongue heavily pets

My neck and shoulder and

Edge of my breasts.

How well does he tease though in fear not confidence

His tongue lapping like a pup

All about my neck

To the border of my lace.

Oh, and how I do surge

When he nudges at me so gently and firm

Better still when he nibbles about my ear.

Who'd have thought teeth and ears,

So well do fit.

"My sweet kitten princess

Of furless honey skin,

May it be that you wish

But the pressures of my mouth

Against another part?"

In answer to this she does amaze

She reached for the letter opener

With it cut her bra,

Then with me kneeling upright,

She leaned up and slowly

Traced a bloody heart over my own.

It did sting, as it drizzled blood

Though such a blessed pain

It did make my heart desire her the more.

At my stun was I rolled over

She shimmered down me

Till it was that her lips touched my new heart.

Lapping up the blood

So gingerly like a kitten,

She could feel, I am sure

Me driving my organ deep into her belly

Though it dare not be my intention

And further not what followed.

I had never more than dreamt

What M’lady has done for me

I have dreamt it every night

She was better than any dream

I prayed for her kiss

And now know it will remain

I cannot survive without her now

M'lady has my allegiance and my soul

She takes more as her lips scarlet by nature

Further scarlet dripping my fresh blood

Slither down my form, slowly

My body remains still and firm

As she passes though she drains

But all my strength, my statuesque form

Melts away to twitching arching,

Seiurus pleasures. Her kisses

How they are burned to their spot

Tattoo’s of blood carved gently into me.

Her ginger hands give me a glimpse

Of what she intends. How unbearable

Her royal touch, on my most sensitive area

Not pleasing, toying, and swimming

Both my short staff, and my insides with it.

Vile, despicable Eve, how dare she

How dare she draw such sweet sin

Such angelic demons.

Her sorceresses kiss, winding up me.

If it were any longer I'd be mad,

She so slowly so exotically

Tortured me with pleasure.

Atop her short tower did she demand,

That my pleasures be washed down,

With tempest seizures, of unholy joy.

Her tongue darted about my tip

Searing pleasures with every blow

Her gripped like a vice at the base

And never has a vice been so massaging

Her velvet touch played just below

Her newest toy. Yes her toy,

I am hers, my every part her playground;

I am spoiling the princess with a gift!

And so well does she play.

She leans in seems to swallow me all at once,

Only an inch with her lips, only

But a man has she swallowed whole.

Once within her mouth she eases pressure

Those heavenly tiger teeth

Slowly slicing me, her bite so deep,

So much pain, searing,

Bleeding Pleasures of a slave.

Her magery is not yet done,

Faster and deeper does she devour me

Quickly and expertly she wields me

I toss about, All I can keep control

Is to not drive into her throat.

I feel a rush come over me,

Followed by an eruption of seed

And in all awe M’lady likes it.

She swallowed it all and drank

As though I were a bottle filled with honey.

She flew up over me, almost a phantom

Her lace tickling what nerves still work in me.

She grabbed my head and kissed me,

With such passion and fire, I could taste

Both my bittersweet juices, and her desire.

"My slave, my toy, my blessed boy;

I do believe you've given me quite a game,

I yearn to feel you play, show me dear

How much you love your kingdoms

Sacred flower."

Oh my how much I desired his kiss

I felt in his lips he wanted to,

I must have done well, I sense a need

A servants need to repay.

And oh what fun it is to play with him,

Carve him, hurt him, pleasure him, own him.

I can hear the joy in his voice

As he does mumble of my beauty,

Joy as I, quite incredibly did roll him,

And raised my knees to my chin

Oh, I love it when he looks at me,

Perhaps I am cruel, oh but I love his eyes

I must see them longer. So I kicked him

Sliding him off my bed. He keels now

On my chamber box, as he caresses my feet.

And his eyes violate me so pleasantly,

With a free voice is he quite a charm,

Now confident, and aroused,

I didn't conceive there were so many ways

To call me beautiful, more over

By one who can't read.

He finally was silenced by my apparent beauty

Or perhaps more likely the sent of me,

As I am dripping wet from his affections.

I feel his tongue tickling my foot,

He is worshiping me as though worthy of only my sole,

He seems to catch wind I do not wish to be tickled,

I feel his blessed lips climbing up my leg

While one hand fingers around the edge of my panties

He plays with the lacy frills

I do believe he hasn’t touched lace before…

I hand him the letter opener I carved him with,

Just as he approaches the meeting of my legs.

He slows down from dreadfully slow on my hips

He now loves my tremble.

Alas, he takes the tool, he cuts of my panties,

Soaked in cum, he licks them,

And wipes my honey about his face.

Then he rubs the dull side of the blade,

In my crevice of skin.

He slides the blade through his mouth

And cleans it of cum. I can take it no more,

I grab his head and thrust it into me.

Now he begins to lick me,

First at random without pattern at all

Massaging around my tense organ.

But gradually he finds my clitoris

Once he sees how it makes me move,

Oh it’s unbearable to think of that sinful Joy.

He rubs faster and faster on it

His fingers vibrating all my flaps of skin.

My swollen clit red from his kisses,

I smash myself into him.

He beams at me with his fiery eyes

He is laughing as I scream shutters,

And foul words from his touch.

Finally I feel it within me a spinning

A storm like none before

A rush of liquid in me, every fluid pulsing

What energy!

“My dear have I satisfied you too soon?

Or may I please more?”

Her answer was shocking,

She didn’t speak but hollered.

More! Then she grabbed my head

And pulled it to her lips,

Her kiss was as hot as flame,

And I think all the warmer by the tastes

Of her bittersweet honey’s on my tongue.

I slid my organ in hers,

Immediately there was a rush

We pounded and pounded

We couldn’t stop.

I had no more control

Quickly it came.

Her tense body wrapping up my narrow pike

I should have licked to try her out more.

To cum again and again.

But she was tired and quite faint.

I saw her blood blessing the sheets and myself

I saw the look of terrible pain

With my very first blow

And I felt the twitches of violent pleasure

Ripple through her flesh.

Almost in time we screamed,

“God, Fuck Me!”

As we shot hot sticky goos

Into and around each other.

My love, my slave boy,

I felt his hot jet of honey sweet

And steaming flesh,

Puncturing my innocence and my

My very heart, mind and soul.

I would ensure he be my personal attendant

I will bless him for what he has done.

Again and again each night,

Shall he make me cum a new way.

Till there are no more ways,

Then shall he be blessed with

Sons, and Daughters, and Royal name!

My sweet Slave King!