Spellbound

A D/s sapphic story and a kinky twist on Sleeping Beauty!

This is a story about a young woman who needed more in her life. Feeling constrained by the endless responsibilities that mapped her life before her, she felt stuck. She yearned to explore what lay beyond the walls of her enchanted, but confining, garden - a space that represented her wild, exploratory nature, now stifled by the hardened concrete walls preventing her need to step into her next adventure...Yet, her next chapter compelled her to resist the temptations that awaited, no matter how tantalising it seemed. Will she succumb to magic more powerful than she can possibly ever imagine?

Spellbound - Chapter One

A young Princess living deep in the forest grew tired of her overly structured and mundane life. Whilst the young woman had everything she could ever dream of, being surrounded by nature and within a castle boasting centuries of relics collected by ancestors, it had become too safe. She was starved of fulfilment within her life which grew a perfect storm of resentment growing inside of her. The strain of having to be the 'perfect Princess' on her best behaviour for her loyal subjects grew thin, and she craved a different type of stimulation. Yet she also craved to have a sense of calmness within her to ward her against the ongoing anxieties hanging over her head. The princess did not know the cause of her restlessness, but she believed that there was more to life than her current situation. Carrying significant responsibilities that felt burdensome, she chose one evening to step outside her sanctuary beneath the calm, moonlit sky.
When she knew that the guards weren't looking, the Princess gathered her long black hooded cloak as soft as brush cotton. She climbed out her window and descended the gnarled branches that entwined the castle brickwork. She crept through the apple orchard as she made her way to the wooden arch doorway and gently turned the handle as it ever so slightly creaked. Thankfully the sound of the owls nearby helped to disguise the rustling of her feet as she made her way towards a place that many feared... The Forbidden Mountain in the Land of the Unknown.



"I don't know what is so forbidden about it" - The Princess muttered to herself quietly as she shrugged. Her curiosity got the better of her knowing that she had likely been protected from her guardians as to why all needed to avoid an exiled part of the Kingdom that stood desolate and bleakly in isolation. Often, she would stare out of her castle quarters and gaze towards the gothic architecture which proudly cast a shadow upon the acres of land surrounding it. Secretive whispers portraying a powerful evil figure would lay in the kingdom's wake. A black magic woman capable of things unknown to man caused stirrings of curiosity and uncertainty, and therefore no one would dare speak her name for fear that her entrusted raven would be circling far and wide around the castle, eavesdropping to bring her back valuable information.
The Princess had now encroached into the forbidden mountain, and as she made her way into the darkened castle, she found herself wanting to take more risks. "Be daring!" - She thought to herself. It was time to explore things that she never deemed possible, maybe even go to places she never knew existed be it in her body or mind, she had an itch she needed to scratch.



The entrance to the mysterious elongated castle awaited her... she crept in silently and absorbed all that was around her. Bats adorned the upper windowpanes, as they gripped the railings whilst cocooned within their own streamlined wings. Their beady black eyes peered at her as she wandered down the hallway towards the private quarters. It was then that she stumbled into a room steeped in a deep, crimson gloom. The air was thick, heavy with the scent of leather and something metallic. Her breath caught as her eyes struggled to adjust to the low light. It wasn't the royal, gilded furniture she was accustomed to.



In the centre of the room stood a terrifyingly beautiful four poster bed. It wasn't soft or canopied; it was dark wood, massive and sturdy, supporting a plush mattress base with silken sheets. It was supported with thick posts that seemed designed to hold more than just curtains. Polished chains were set into the wood, gleaming ominously in the weak light hanging above the bed. Her gaze drifted to an array of implements towards the walls that surrounded her that made her stomach clench: long, multi-tailed whips, thick paddles, and velvet blindfolds. It was like nothing that she had ever seen before. They weren't weapons of war, yet they felt intensely dangerous, artfully arranged on a black velvet cloth.



Elegant, yet unsettling, there before her lay a long, low chaise longue was covered in black, gleaming leather. It had a sleek, almost seductive curve, and she noticed small, discrete loops stitched into the upholstery. There was also a dressing table, adorned with black velvet gloves, and items of jewellery laden with precious gems. She decided to 'play dress up' giggling to herself as she slipped on the velvet gloves, trying on the scarlet lipstick and stroking the crystal ball sat upon the table in a sinister way as she noticed her own reflection in the mirror. She grabbed a hand mirror and then draped herself indulgently upon the chaise longue as she gazed into the mirror pouting and giggling to herself.



The Princess was getting ahead of herself as she kicked her heels and stretched out like a contented cat, admiring her own dazzling form and feeling quite captivated by the little black and purple tiara she wore upon her silky hair. Suddenly, she sensed a darker figure approach, and she felt a chill in the air.
"Enjoying yourself are we my dear?"



The voice was calm yet cool and there was a firmness behind it which felt intimidating to the Princess. It was the first time she felt a sense of threat. The Princess answered back in a meek and shaken tone and scrambled for excuses which held no weight to her fragile stance.



"I.. ohh I um I don't know how I got here, I was just you know... lost and thought I would..."



The Princess was lost for words.



As the older woman emerged from the shadows, she was revealed to be a tall imposing figure, shrouded head to toe in black and purple. Her green eyes glinted at the Princess in a predatory fashion as she slowly walked towards her. A black raven perched upon her shoulder as she would intermittently offer little scritches under its beak with her dark red fingernails. It ruffled its feathers in delight as she hit the sweet spot. She was revealed to be Maleficent, the Evil Queen who ruled the forbidden mountain in the Land of the Unknown. A shudder travelled through the Princess as the penny dropped as to whom she was. It was all coming back to her now through the previous hushed tones and whisperings of her loyal subjects.
She began her domineering campaign towards the poor Princess, who was now caught in the lion's den.



"Cat got your tongue, did it? You didn't appear quite so timid when I noticed you sprawled out upon my precious furniture and admiring yourself moments ago...and I know what you were trying to do. Do you think it is acceptable to be trying on things without one's permission?
Despite Maleficent's terrifying glare, deep down, she quite enjoyed the view that the Princess provided. Her voyeuristic nature drank in the sight of a pure innocent Princess, helpless within her clutches. She continued to command obedience from the insolent young woman.



... Well... ANSWER ME!"



With that the Princess jolted and sat upright and stared wide eyed towards the cloaked woman who stood before her. She emerged from the shadows and revealed herself as she then said to the Princess...



"Nevertheless, welcome, my dear, it's been 25 years that I have yearned for this day to come, and here you are, delivered to me on a silver plate having walked straight into my trap". She said this with a curled smile as she begun a more sinister tone.
"And now you can stay with me here, like a prized possession, my very own PET! Here with me in my own domain. I will keep you here, play with you, and dress you up like my own little doll... How does that sound to you... my pretty?"



It was then that the Princess began to have second thoughts as she backpedalled from her need to explore a new adventure, stepping into the unknown was always a risk but was it for far too much of a greater price. What of her agency and her autonomy? She wondered. She began to make her excuses to leave swiftly in her own defence.
"Well, I... really must be going now, it's getting rather late, and it's been so very kind of you to have my company, but I believe I have overstayed my welcome and... I must get back to my loyal subjects and my own kingdom. Thank you very much but I must depart, you have a most beautiful home your ladyship, and your taste in dor is really quite exquisite, not to mention your beautiful clothes and jewellery, but alas I must run!"
It was obvious now to the evil Queen that the young Princess was trying to charm her way out of the situation and escape. Yet like a cat with her prey, decided to toy with her a little more. She spoke in a softer more calculating tone now as she planned her next move.



"Flattery will get you nowhere I am afraid my dear, it might work on your weak-minded fools who fall to your feet where you come from. HOWEVER, it is you whom shall be falling at my feet, you just haven't learnt it yet...



And she continued with her relentless assault in stripping away the first part of the young woman's autonomy.



"You speak of running, my dear, when you haven't even learned to walk on my leash yet," Maleficent purred."



With that Maleficent made a swift hand gesture conjuring up her first piece of magic. The air in the boudoirs turned heavy, and the deep crimson gloom of the room was consumed by a swirling, malevolent purple where dancing shadows cast by the room's ominous furniture emerged. From the dark wooden floor beneath the, black twisting vines erupted, moving with terrifying speed. Before the Princess could even react, the vines creeping through the floorboards crept around her ankles, rough and cold, pulling her taut against the leather of the chaise longue that she once luxuriously posed upon.
She struggled, gasping as the vines tightened against her skin, but only tightened with her resistance, wrapping around her wrists and securing them instantly to the loops stitched into the upholstery of the leather. This was not a weapon; it was the magic of the evil Queen claiming her.



The Princess attempted to resist. She struggled and whined as she felt the tightening of the rope like plants entwined against her limbs.
"LET ME GO!" Shouted the Princess through clenched teeth and fists.
The protests continued which highly amused the evil Queen, as she smirked at her, whilst her arms were firmly crossed.



The Princess continued her complaints in a despairing tone...
"My whole KINGDOM will be looking for me! You'll be sorry! You can't capture me! I'm Princess Aurora! I am destined to rule my own land one day, you can't do this! You wicked horrible woman!"



Maleficent stepped back, surveying her trapped prize and admiring her as she towered above her, smiling sweetly before taunting her captured possession. She held the Princess's jawline with one hand firmly whilst looking directly into her eyes, piercing her with her gaze.



"I'm afraid, you are going to have to learn to be a better Princess and treat her Majesty with far more respect if you are to get along here you little brat! Your attitude might have washed back in your domain, but not here. You are lucky that I have a sweet spot for little Princesses who need to be tamed, it just makes the whole thing far more delicious. Now, I have a few surprises in store for you".



The evil Queen then picked up small black and purple tiara resting upon the side table that the Princess had been previously wearing, holding it like a delicate piece of bait, dangling it before her eyes in an almost mocking sensation.
"Remember this you silly girl? Such a pity to spoil such beautiful hair with cheap trinkets," scoffed the evil Queen. "We'll need something more permanent, won't we my little pet"



As she spoke, the central jewel of the tiara flared with an insistent light. The metal began to melt and shift, flowing not like liquid, but like slow, purposeful mercury, it transformed into a silver embellished collar. Maleficent approached and, with a swift, cold touch, secured the newly moulded metal now a gleaming ornate collar around the Princess's throat. It locked with a sinister click.



The moment the metal sealed, the Princess's struggling stopped. A wave of devotion, blissful sensations and overwhelming calmness washed over her. Her hands, still held by the entangled vines, slowly relaxed. The collar was not merely a restraint; it was the spell itself, a magical token of servitude.



Maleficent then reached into the folds of her cloak and withdrew a small vial filled with a shimmering, red potion. Its scent was intensely sweet, like cherries intermixed with poisoned honey, which steamed faintly in the cool night air.
"And now, my pet, your final initiation," the Queen said, her voice smooth and commanding.



"Drink this. It will settle the nerves that brought you here. It will replace your anxieties with unquestioning obedience."



The Princess's eyes were wide and vacant, fixed on the vial. Her mouth felt dry, her will stole by the magic binding her. As Maleficent held the potion to her lips, the Princess swallowed it and thus sealing her fate with an internal magic far darker than the chains that held her fast.



Maleficent watched her, a slow smirk emerged as she claimed her new prized possession. She always wanted her very own Princess to play with, and now she had her very own little doll. The Queen snapped a delicate silver chain already attached to the back of the collar to a thick, ornate hook on the nearby wall to keep the Princess from escaping until the full potency of the spell took hold.



As the Princess's resolve weakened, the influence of the Queen's magic grew stronger. She gradually relinquished her resistance as the effects of the spell and became soft and docile in her demeanour. Waves of calmness washed over her as she felt the slender fingers of the Queen slowly stroke down her cheek as the Princess gazed helplessly at her. The princess was strangely enjoying her new sense of restraint in body and mind. She felt herself being taken over she was then undressed, released from the metal leash attached to her silver collar and led by her hand to the four-poster bed.
"Welcome home, my pretty. Your adventure begins now."



Maleficent began to toy with the Princess using various implements. She bound her with velvet ropes, soft as silk, yet stronger than chainmail to the four-poster bed. She teased and played with her mercilessly for hours, tenderly stroking her to the brink of bringing her new pet to release before denying her. The Princess whimpered and moaned as she was softly blindfolded and shushed by the evil Queen. She felt the tender strokes all over her naked body, whether it be fingernail grazing over her skin, or the tip of a riding crop. She shuddered and moaned in bliss whilst being fully restrained on the bed adorned by silken sheets and silver chains around her. She couldn't help but submit to this sensual experience and there was far more that awaited her. She closed her eyes in bliss and shuddered once more as the experience overwhelmed her.

Spellbound ~ Chapter Two

It seemed an eternity had passed, yet in the blink of an eye, the Princess found herself completely at the mercy of her new dark mistress, who teased and toyed with her relentlessly. The Princess appeared to experience a contrast between her adjustment to this new life and her total relinquishment of authority. On the one hand, it was completely alien to her and had never occurred to her to submit like this. She was the one who was used to giving orders to her kingdom of origin. Despite succumbing to a vague and dreamlike state induced by black magic, she experienced a subtle internal response.
She squirmed and moaned in pleasure as she felt Maleficent's hands caress her soft, silky skin. She felt them glide upon every curve, no part left untouched. The Princess felt herself blush as her most sensitive areas were explored, and she bucked and arched her back begging for release, yet the denial only made this feel much more intense. She had never been touched in this way before, and she felt herself quiver under the firm yet gentle touch of her new Queen. Her cheeks began to burn a little more as she felt her body claimed by the possessive touch of her new Mistress.
"There is nothing to be shy about my sweet, I am unwrapping a very beautiful gift and your sweet submission is just that. Yet I feel there is more work to be done before you are completely mine..."
The Princess was just about able to utter a few sentences in her slightly intoxicated state of pleasure and euphoria intermixed with confusion and asked the following...
"What... work? I don't understand... what will you do with me? I am laid exposed and vulnerable before you, am I not?"
The Princess gasped and panted between these words, trying her hardest to regain her composure. It felt almost too easy for the Queen of darkness to have her complete way with her. Yet, she decided to extend this game of cat and mouse a little longer. It was time to really toy with her... and make her even more of a willing possession for her to keep all for herself.



A sly smile crept upon the Queen's face as she had something new in store and said in low hushed, calculated tones:
"I think you have enjoyed yourself a little too much my sweet, but I think you are right... it is time for you to take your leave, so you may get dressed and gather your belongings and know that my fortress can be a playground for you to return back to whenever you have the desire."
To the Princess, this appeared to be a seemingly easy escape. Yet the raven who sat perched upon the cane outside the private quarters listened to every word. He cawed in delight as he was delegated the task of leading the Princess back to the entrance of the castle where she had once entered earlier that evening.
"Come, my loyal pet will show you the way outside of this domain, it really can be dark and disorientating, but he will be your guiding light, leading you through the darkness where all else seems lost in black. The Princess gathered herself back to her full pristine self as she redressed herself and tidied her hair and subsequently followed the raven as he flittered through the hallway. However, after a considerable amount of time passed, the Princess experienced increased confusion.
"Are you sure this is the right way? I don't think I remember this was the way I came"
Still, she blindly followed the raven as he guided her through a maze-like rabbit warren, feeling as though permitted escape was surely a formality, she felt a sense of relief wash through her very core as she felt her defences lessen. She sensed a profound sense of complacency as the next part of the castle appeared lighter, as if dawn were approaching.



Suddenly, she found herself alone in a room full of mirrors, and the heightened state of confusion descended upon her. It dawned upon her that this was a trap, as she stumbled around the room trying to find another door. However, each door that she opened transpired to be another mirror, reflecting back visions of herself, but not of her as the Princess she once was, but in her new form. A different dress, different higher heeled shoes, alternative reflections revealing a new life she envisaged before her. A little less innocent, yet a little more compliant. A docile figure reflected before her and dressed no longer within the confined garments that were thrust upon her since adolescence. Yet, instead adorned in sensual sleek outfits of sultry silk and lace complete with a black choker. Some reflecting her silken hair tied back revealing her new metal clasped collar around her neck, others where she wore black matching handcuffs chained to the clasp of her thin black choker. She stared wide eyed as she then heard an amused laugh from the wicked Queen, emerging from the shadows yet again.






"You silly girl, did you really think I would let you get away that easily? I told you there was more to be done with you, and I was RIGHT! You willingly wanted to leave and yet here you are, you return to me once again and you remain here even still!"



The Princess was feeling herself getting increasingly frustrated as she retaliated in her defence:
"You told me I could GO! You said I should leave so I did!"
Yet it dawned upon the Princess that this was never about taking the evil Queen at face value. She was a skilled mistress at mind games and total control and once again she had fallen for it. Maleficent approached the Princess, attempting to cool her fiery nature as she commenced the next part of her little game to test her resolve.



"Oh, sweet one, don't you see you are far too precious to be getting away that easily? I wanted to test your willpower, to see how much resistance you had left in that sweet little mind of yours and it appears that there is much to be done before dawn is upon us."
Maleficent then traced a fingertip over the discreet silver collar which was still firmly clasped around the neck of her captured pet.
"You see my dear, you never really left, you never did remove that collar and therefore you never had any intention perhaps of leaving all of this behind. Deep down within your mind was a yearning to stay, because as I toyed with you on that soft, enticing, luxurious bed of mine... as I caressed you slowly, you were a willing pet, lost to your own pleasure"
Maleficent slowly yet gently dragged her thumb over the bottom lip of the Princess whilst looking softly into her eyes, slowly tracing her cheek with the back of her hand. This began to make the Princess feel weaker and more docile by the second. She was struggling to fight the powerful words and the tender touches that allowed warmth to spread through her body, but she tried to resist one last time despite it being a futile attempt.
"But.... But... your majesty, I... I am destined and promised to another... to be wed to a Prince to rule my kingdom, I have a plethora of burdens bestowed upon me since birth, how can I possibly forgo the destiny that was placed upon me before I was even born?"



Maleficent smirked as she whispered in a lower seductive tone in response to the concerns of her Princess.



"You seem to be forgetting my dear that it is your desire is it not? To leave that all behind, or you would not be here in the first place. It was your need to come and find me. Your fate was sealed even before you knew it and I am simply affirming your desires, your need for surrender, your need to succumb, and your need to just sink into your new rightful place."



The Princess could not help herself now as the words of the Queen were taking hold even more, she found herself unwilling to fight back, losing her own resistance, especially as it struck a strong chord within the Princess so deeply.
"And we both know that you crave that surrender, yes?"
The Princess nodded semi reluctantly in agreement.
"And we also know that it gets so very tiring to make all these decisions when you never desired such responsibilities... Don't we?"
Again, the Princess couldn't help herself from becoming more agreeable. It did make so much sense to her now.
"And so wouldn't it be nice to give up those mundane boring duties and just surrender to the pleasure and that delicious bliss that I can provide whilst you serve me under my care. Now doesn't that sound so... wonderful?"
The Princess was losing her ability to counteract any of these questions by the second and she found herself feeling naturally inclined to follow what felt like perfectly good logic to her and she couldn't help but feel a shift in her usual stance as these questions seemed to bypass her critical mind. It became near on impossible to argue nor find a way to question the Queen's natural authority.



It was then that Maleficent's gaze was then fixed upon the gleaming ornate collar around her Princess' neck, and as if she were already owned, she felt Maleficent trail a finger along the shining metal "That's it, my pet, it is so easy to accept this new reality is it not? I can feel the tension draining from your shoulders now... and you don't need to hold onto any thoughts that aren't about this moment right now."
Maleficent cemented the influential power that the silver collar had upon her as the Princess felt all her anxieties and resistance drain from every fibre of her being.
"And remember my sweetness, the coldness of the silver reminds you... how deeply calm you are. The metal whispers one word to your mind... 'Mine.'"
As the words washed over her now, she felt powerless to resist, as the Queen continued her dominant influence over her.
"Do you feel that? The magic in the metal... it isn't restraining you, my pet, it's settling you. It is quieting the little thoughts that try to escape... just letting you drift softly for your Queen and accept your new fate".



It now felt so simple to give in as she felt the Queen lead her back to the intimate space they once shared. It was a simple shortcut through one of the doors within the mirrored room. She commanded the Princess this time to undress slowly for her as she watched her willingly comply. She slowly unzipped her dress, and it fell in slow motion to the floor as she felt herself step out of the crumpled heap of fabric that lay at her feet. She then continued to remove all her undergarments as she then stood before her new mistress, naked and unashamed. As if by magic, the items of clothing were folded and placed neatly upon the chair by the dressing table.



"On the bed... now" Whispered the Queen in a calm yet commanding tone. The Princess nodded and followed her instructions as if it were by second nature. She was unwavering in her newfound obedience, unable to resist, unable to answer back as she felt herself succumb both in body and mind. As she lay upon the bed, the Princess sighed blissfully as she lay upon the plush material yet this time it felt intuitively seamless as her senses were even more heightened than before. Tingles spread all throughout her body as she whimpered and moaned softly whilst being touched and stroked all over, fully giving into this experience of being touched like never before. The Queen noticed the slightly docile yet unquestioning and vacant expression within the eyes of her precious doll. The Queen couldn't help but feel a sense of endearment over how sweet and compliant her new conquest had become, as she noticed the fluttering of the Princess' eyelids as she was struggling to regain focus and she began to playfully mock her in her semi dazed state.
"Are you a sleepy pet? Mhmm... I think you are you are. What a sweet little doll... you really are entranced, aren't you".
Maleficent decided to deepen the sensations for the Princess as she experimented with more implements to tease the princess in a far more intimate yet adventurous manner and begun to blindfold her before unleashing her sensual style of domination.
As the Queen used the tip of her riding crop as before, she coupled this with directing the sensations of how the Princess internalised these sensations as she started to direct the internal and physical sensations.
"The leather is so cool against your skin isn't it... but yet the warmth is spreading right beneath it... You are feeling the difference, aren't you? Focusing only on where I touch you... just that one spot...you also start to feel the wave of bliss start in your stomach or your chest as I continue to touch you".
This made the Princess simply nod and squirm around under her owner, basking in the sensations and feeling no need to resist anymore. She had completely surrendered as she felt a warm tingling sensation within her erogenous zones and could not deny that she was becoming increasingly damp between her legs by the second, yet this time around, there was no shame.
The Queen then decided to momentarily break the focus to play with her senses a little and removed the blindfold for a brief second to gently disorientate her senses a little.
"Open your eyes, little doll. Look at your Queen."
She holds the gaze whilst smiling and then slowly replaced the blindfold.
"Close them now... and feel the darkness bring you deeper into my control... perhaps you'll realize how good it feels to just submit and because of that, you are accepting my will more deeply than you ever thought possible, you will allow me to give you pleasure as well as commands when I see fit. Just lay back and enjoy this pleasure now".
As the Princess lay upon the bed, she felt pleasurable waves of sensations as the Queen with absolute power directed exactly where she was feeling pleasure.
"And now my sweet, you are feeling that warmth building, rising within your core, allow that feeling to travel down, deeper down until you feel yourself feeling that irresistible growing feeling of pleasure form where you love to touch yourself every night. Feel that heat grow between your legs, and you may touch, even stroke your own breasts as you feel that urge... that desire build... and build...it hits you deeper...deeper still as you... Wait for it...."
Princess Aurora squirmed and panted whilst building up to that climatic state as she begged for release. She softly squeezed and played with her breasts furthermore to heighten the sensations that were building within her. Never had she been guided to a climatic release without physical stimulation, yet Maleficent was successfully executing her very first experienced of a controlled yet an intense hands-free orgasm. Finally, it was time to give Princess Aurora that deserved reward for her undeniable obedience.
"Come now my Princess... come hard now for your Queen and really let go".
The Princess shuddered and shivered in delight as she squealed in pleasure, writhing about naked on the bed before her new Mistress, also enjoying how much she pleased her as she gave into her sweet commands and influence.
The Queen sat beside the Princess upon the bed, petting her face and hair softly after having toyed with her for so long.
"Shhhh... hush now my sweet, there, there, you have been such a very Good Girl... such a sweet brave girl, and now I shall forever keep you warm, safe and protected."
The Princess snuggled softly against her Queen feeling a strong sense of security and acceptance. It was a new truth that the Princess had now integrated into her new life, a life full of new adventures and sensual experiences yet to come. Yet there was one more task to complete. She held the Princess as she fell soundly asleep in her arms feeling securely held. The powerful Queen whispered sweet words of affirmations to the Princess as she cuddled in the arms of her new protector. Safe and secure words of affirmations binding tightly into the depths of her mind.
"Sleep well, my precious," she whispered, her voice laced with a possessiveness that was now rooted in genuine fondness. Maleficent left for a little while to check upon her pet Raven and then when she returned, she stood by the colossal, ornate bed, watching the Princess sleep. Her victory had been complete as the Princess was subdued, her mind happily lost in sleep, her breathing slow and even. She now had her precious doll, her very own 'Sleeping Beauty'.
She leaned in to provide the Princess with a tender goodnight kiss, one upon her cheek, another upon her forehead. As she did, her gaze caught a small, folded piece of parchment tucked barely visible beneath the Princess's pillow. She gently slid the paper out. It was a list, written in the Princess's elegant, familiar handwriting, but the content was a collection of statements. They had been written by the Princess as she drifted in and out of sleep, yet a first act of service in devotion to her. She read the list in the dim light of the chamber, her emerald eyes softening with every line.
I am owned and cared for by my Queen
I am devoted to my Queen
My Queen's word is absolute authority
Obedience is bliss
I am safe and secure with my Queen
A strange, quiet warmth, a feeling she usually dismissed as weakness, spread through Maleficent's chest. This wasn't merely compliance; this was the sincere, dedicated emotional foundation she had successfully claimed. The Princess hadn't just submitted in the moment, she was willingly rebuilding her inner world around the Queen.
Maleficent carefully refolded the paper and slipped it into the silken sleeve of her own robe, a private, cherished affirmation. She reached out and, brushed a strand of hair back from the Princess's forehead. She knew within her heart that this surrender is now absolute, because she made it so. Aurora then came to, sensing movement from the Queen as she gently stretched her limbs and looked at the Queen as she smiled softly.
The Queen's eyes, deep as forgotten emeralds, held Aurora's gaze. No longer did they project raw power, but a mesmerizing tenderness that was more compelling than any curse. Aurora felt the last embers of her resistance crumble, not in defeat, but in a profound, soul-deep acknowledgment of truth. The heavy silence of the throne room was broken by the Queen's soft, absolute voice. As the princess sat upright, she took a far more submissive stance in her body language. In response to this, Maleficent reached out a hand, not to seize, but to gently cup the princess's chin.
"There is no need to stand on ceremony now, my dear. Look at you," the Queen murmured, her voice laced with triumph and care. "Your head is bowed, your posture is yielding, and your heart is finally singing the song it always yearned to sing."
She smiled, a slow, knowing expression as the Princess tilted her head in slight confusion, yet curiosity in wanting to understand more. The Queen could almost sense what was on her mind and assured her further.
"Don't you see, my dear? It wasn't just my magic that caused your own surrender, it was also about the passion within your heart to make it so. My magic was the vehicle to help fuel your inner passion to find me and let go and surrender to your own desires...
And remember when you looked into the mirror and noticed you had higher heels on? You had chosen these very shoes to place those upon your feet, not through your need to escape but for me to hear your footsteps even more so, to make your escape route a futile plan."
As the realisation settled upon the Princess, she acknowledged it with a nod. She had now consciously accepted the path before her and began to reconsider her previous reality. She reflected upon her feeling of genuine happiness and fulfilment, and it dawned upon her that following her heart had finally led her to a place of true belonging. The Queen approached with measured steps, letting her hand glide along the velvet of her gown before resting gently against Aurora's attire, a dress once ornate, now refined and sophisticated symbolising that Aurora's role and presence had shifted from a performative existence to an authentic purpose.
"You are a willing, compliant princess for me. And perhaps the initial resistance you showed was about testing how much I could contain that fire and passion within you. I embrace and nurture your surrender, sweet, beautiful Princess."
A soft sigh escaped Aurora. She felt the heavy mantle of the captor vanish, replaced by the profound lightness of the protector. Now being claimed, she had never felt more truly herself. All the fear and fight had been stripped away, leaving only the pure, burning core of her truth. She realized the structure, the guidance, and the thrilling excitement she craved were all embodied in the strong, tender woman before her.
Lowering her eyes in a gesture of absolute devotion, Aurora finally spoke with a deeper self-assured and renewed confidence, something she had felt was missing in her previous existence and her voice clear and without hesitation.
"My Queen. It is my heart's deepest desire to be yours. I am ready to be contained, protected, and guided. I am home."
Maleficent smiled at her Princess, not with a triumphant stride, but with a lingering sense of tender, protective ownership. The pursuit was over, yet the commitment had been written in the deepest recesses of the Princess's heart.
She then proceeded to give her a new instruction.
"Now..., be a Good Girl and go and run me that bath my Pet ;)"

Spellbound ~ Chapter Three

Since the initiation of the Princess' new life unravelled before her, she basked in the nurturing guidance of her superior Queen. Yet, there was a lot that the young woman had to learn and no doubt, the relinquishing of her previous entitlements, privileges and luxuries caused the Princess to encounter a degree of internal teething issues. She found herself now and again questioning why she had to serve her new mistress in the way in which she was demanded. A young, feisty, and free-spirited thinker, she had to navigate how to find a way to find a new type of existence where her natural creative self could be blended into a life of servitude. There was no doubt that she was the one who was waited upon at her own beck and call. Whilst the previous mundane obligations and royal duties held her initial rebellious will like shackles, tightly bound to a set of rules and expectations, there was a different type of expectation that lay before her. Instead of formal obligations expected of a Princess that lay tightly scripted upon parchments sealed with wax, these were unspoken rules and regulations that she had to grapple with. It was time for her to be shown the way.

It is a sunny morning, and the light shone through the stained glass of the gothic architecture, Theodore the Raven flapped his way into the private quarters of the Princess' domain. He perched upon a coat rail stand and cawed loudly as if she were to be awoken by her own personal alarm clock. It had turned eight o'clock and the Princess was still fast asleep within the crinkled sheets. She scrunched her eyes as the cawing of the Raven penetrated her ears like the clanging bell of a church tower. The Princess huffed under the sheets as she mumbled... "OH! not you again, stupid bird, waking me up from such a nice dream!"
Theodore the Raven cawed even louder by her bedside table as he dropped a note from the Queen. It was a request to go to her quarters, dressed in a particular outfit and to do up her hair at her dresser table.
The Princess scoffed in mild disdain thinking back to when it was her turn to be sat at the dresser having her hair delicately decorated by her loyal servant.
She got herself dressed and made her way to Malificent's bedchamber.
"What time do you call this dear?... you are three minutes late, I expected you to be a little more prompt than this, especially as Theodore had to constantly remind you to come and find me this morning."



The Princess folded her arms and gave a slight huff of defiance, which caused her Queen much displeasure. It was time for her to learn a new lesson.



"Princess, I think it's high time you and I had a little chat as to your recent lack of attention to detail in your submission to me. When I ask you do to something, I do not expect back chat, nor do I appreciate the muttered sarcastic comments, nor the complaints of what you used to have in your old life. Do I make myself absolutely crystal clear!?"
With that the Princess preceded to defend herself but was swiftly given short shrift.
"Enough!" Asserted the Queen, in an authoritarian tone. The tone was loud enough that it made Theodore quiver upon where he was perched outside the bedroom, listening to each and every word.
Despite the Queen's strict and commanding presence, she knew that a girl from such an entitled background would only feel resentment if she were to be traditionally 'disciplined'. She had other ideas up her sleeve.
"I think we should play a little game my dear, and I am sure by the end of this you will be begging to serve me in the way you never have before."



The Princess appeared confused as she stared wide eyed at her.
"How are you going to do that?" She replied a little more nervously.



The Queen glared as she commanded her defiant Princess.
"I want you to sit over there" and pointed towards a wooden sturdy wheel back chair.
The Princess appeared confused and replied "I don't want to sit on that chair, it's too hard and it hurts my back! I need something more comfortable; do you have any other more suitable seating options for me?"



The Queen was becoming mildly irritated yet ever so slightly amused now at the demands of the Princess. She needed to exercise this defiant and privileged attitude that had become ingrained within her since birth. However, she knew she was always in control, the Princess just didn't know it yet and a low chuckle rumbled in her throat as she gazed at her, her voice a velvet purr as she lowered her tone not needing to raise her voice.



"Ah...You want comfort while you misbehave? How entitled."
She smirked as the Princess huffed against the Queen's mocked tones.



Maleficent then approached the Princess, circled around her once before standing behind her and slide her own hand down Aurora's shoulder to rest possessively upon her hip, fingers pressing just hard enough to remind her who's in control.



"Fine!" Replied Maleficent in a firm tone of voice.
She gestured toward a high-backed wing chair near the window upholstered with a plush velvet material in deep burgundy, shadowed by flickering candlelight. One footrest slightly upturned beneath the chair as if waiting for a Princess who needs reminding of her place. Maleficent took on a more commanding yet controlled tone as she gestured for the Princess to sit upon the chair.
"There...
My chair....
You'll sit there.
Hands on the armrests.
Back straight.
Eyes forward.
And we'll see just how long it takes to undo that defiant posturing of yours..."



The Princess sat upon Maleficent's chair almost as though it were a throne and giggled to herself as she commented upon requiring a new jewelled tiara to complete the whole set.
"Old habits die hard I see my dear.
You're sitting in my chair.
In my space.
In my world.
And yet you demand jewels like some spoiled child at a birthday party!?"



She circled once again circle behind Aurora now, fingers trailing along the back of the chair, then down over her shoulders, a whisper of touch that made her shiver with yearning anticipation. Maleficent then slid one hand down to rest upon Aurora's collarbone, not firm, not yet...but present and claiming, causing the Princess to emit a deep sigh.



"Let me tell you something, little princess..."
Maleficent tilted forward slightly, and murmured against her ear
"The only crown you'll wear tonight...is mine.
My will, my way and my words.
It won't be made of silver or glass.
Nor will it be adorned with emeralds and sapphires as bright as your eyes.
No.
Every quiet moan and whimper I pull from those defiant lips of yours
and every moment when you realise
you don't give commands here. I do.
I'll be the one to decide when you wear that tiara upon that silly little head of yours."
Now sit still.
Be quiet.
Or would you like me to prove just how quickly I can break that pretty little fantasy of yours?"



Something within the Princess however was stung as she felt insulted by the Queen's words alluding to her being like a spoilt and entitled child, and she began to act out but within a half mockingly and petulant fashion.
"I am NOT a spoilt child at a birthday party! I am far more sophisticated than that!"
She clenched her fists, tapped them on the velvet armrests, and scowled, feigning outrage to provoke Maleficent.



The Queen resists in flinching at Aurora's rebellious display and pounding fists. Instead, she let out a soft, low hum of amusement as she stepped in front of the Princess, her arms crossed. Her glinting emerald eyes glinting with something sharp and knowing, a mix of indulgence and danger.



"Oh?...You're not spoiled?"
She crouched slowly in front of her Princess, her knees brushing hers to meet with her eye to eye, her voice dropping to a velvet murmur.



"Then why do you act like one when things don't go your way... Hmm?
Fists slamming. Voice rising. Body tense with the need to be seen?"



The Queen tilted her head to one side as if to appear slightly reassuring now as she reached up and gently held one of her wrists. Not restraining, just holding, her warm fingers keeping her pulse steady.



"You want attention? Well of course you do.
But darling...
The best way to get it... is not by throwing tantrums. It's by staying still.
By doing as you are told.
By letting me see how desperately you want to behave for me... even when you're pretending otherwise."



The Queen was winning this battle, and the Princess knew it.



"So here's what happens now...
You keep those hands on the armrests.
No more pounding. No more pouting.
And if they move again without permission?"
She pulls back just enough so their eyes locked fast, the air between them suddenly thick with promise and threat alike.
"I'll tie them down...and take my time making sure every bit of that feisty nature of yours melts away under my hands.
Do we understand each other... Princess?"



The Princess listened attentively to her remarks, though a measure of reluctance remained, prompting her to continue testing established limits.
"So... what do you propose you intend to tie my hands down with? Pretend rope? Magic chains? I can't deny you pose a tempting fate for me to just listen and obediently do as I am told. Yet to keep me forever I need to know you will treasure and cherish me always, so that I know you will not simply order me about like a mindless puppet pulling upon my strings and feeding me with only crumbs off the table!"
The Princess continued with her anxious filled rant, which only provided the Queen with more ammunition.
"Furthermore, I am NOT throwing a tantrum, I just need to know you will not just lock me away like a prize as I sit there within your ivory tower gathering dust like a forgotten trophy. Yet, tie me up if you must, and you may have my body bound to your will, but you need to try a little harder to convince me that you shall forever nurture me whilst I am under your care".



The Queen scoffed at Aurora's remarks, yet it was empathically received.



"Ah, dear child, I see that it is your trust that I am to gain if you are to submit to me time after time, completely and willingly... but know this..."
The Queen turned and walked to a small, lacquered chest near the bookshelf. It's old, dark wood inlaid with silver threads that catch the candlelight like veins of moonlight. She carefully opened the item and retrieved a long, black object. A silk scarf folded into thick folds. She brings it back to the Princess... not waving it like a threat. Just letting it drape over one hand as she stepped towards her once again.



"You're right. I won't use rope. No pretend chains. No cheap theatrics...
But this."
She let one end of the silk trail across Aurora's thigh, the soft fabric barely brushing her soft delicate skin.
"And now?
Now it'll hold you down instead..."
Maleficent then started tilting her head slightly, voice low but utterly calm.



"Because Princesses who insist they aren't throwing tantrums, are always the ones who need boundaries the most. Not because they're bad...but because they ache to be seen.
To be understood,
to be known.
And yes..."
She then positioned herself to meet her gaze, observing the intensity in Aurora's eyes and noting how they now displayed a gentle warmth beneath a more composed exterior. Maleficent reached to gently trace Aurora's jawline with two fingers.
"A princess deserves respect...
But true respect isn't handed out like party favours for being loud or pretty or defiant.
It's earned...in stillness and in surrender.
In providing honour and respect.
In trusting someone enough to say
Hold me... even when I push.
So, tell me..."



She let the silk drape across both armrests now. One end tied loosely around each wrist and allowing her palm to rest warm against her upper thigh as she continued to coax her.
"Do you want to keep pretending this is just play? Or do you want me, truly...
to see you?"

Spellbound ~ Chapter Four

After Aurora's first attempt at resistance, she felt something within her soften, but she needed more convincing. She had submitted to the velvety tones and tender touch of her mistress before, but she needed a more permanent shift within her own psyche, so that she could naturally yield as though it were second nature to her.



She replied to her Queen's previous question as to whether she was merely 'playing' and pretending or whether she wanted to be seen?
"See me?"
"I suppose that's all everyone has ever done has 'seen me', but not for the girl nor the woman I have become, but for the object for what I represent. If you are to 'see me' what will you unearth?"
The Queen tilted her head in a curious fashion, eager to learn more from the young woman who defiantly yet calmly sat before her.
"Will you uncover a woman with many flaws, so many that I am no longer precious?
Or shall you reveal my deepest darkest secrets only for these to elicit disappointment?
Will you abandon if I am too vulnerable?
And are you attracted to the conquest of capturing a 'Princess' rather than 'me'."



The Princess folded her arms and broke her wrists free from the silken fabric that originally bound her wrists.
"So no... I don't know if you see me yet, and when you unwrap me like a long-awaited belated gift, will I be the one you'll treasure in your grasp?
Or will I simply be a broken toy, a 'has been' who was special for just a little while".



The Queen looked now sympathetically upon the girl before her. She knew now this was not pretend play, but a cry for authenticity within their bond, and she had to find a way to penetrate her defences. Maleficent gently sat before her in a similar chair. They were level, eye to eye and she softened in her stance as she started to coax her.
"My sweet Princess, look at me..."
She tilted her forlorn Princess's chin so that her lost gaze could meet her own.
"I understand you want to me to convince you and prove this is real. That you want me to show you that I desire you to be mine, am I correct?"
The Princess nodded softly.
"I also understand you find it difficult to know who to trust, and you're right. No amount of magic spells or fancy words will truly make you mine forever...
But Princess...
You are showing me already that you want to be 'mine'"
The Princess gazed up and begun to speak until she was swiftly silenced by the Queen's tender fingertip, which pressed against her lips. After a moment had passed, the Queen continue to keep her fingertip pressed gently against the Princess's lips, silencing her attempted protest or denial. Her eyes, however, were not demanding, but deep and calm. She smiled in a subtle fashion, revealing a small, knowing expression that didn't reach arrogance but settled into confident tenderness.
"Ah! I haven't finished yet Princess...
I see the little blushes as you address me, and I notice the slight stammers here and there, the way you struggle to look into my eyes when you speak to me. Your body language does not lie. I've been noticing this for a while, my sweet.
Perhaps it is not me whom you are afraid of, but your own desire to fully submit to me, am I right?"
The Queen slowly withdrew her finger, tracing a gentle line from Aurora's lips to her chin, holding her gaze.
"You asked if I see you, and what I will unearth. You asked if I would find a broken toy or a disappointed gift. That is where you confuse the game, my pet. You think you must be something perfect for me to find, but that is the very trap you must step out of. I don't want the 'Princess' you think you should be. I want the girl who is afraid she is too much of a mess to be loved, and you are not too damaged for me to claim, believe that."
She leaned in, her voice dropping to little more than a sensual whisper, that seemed to break down Aurora's defences even more.
"You say you want me to see you. But seeing is a passive act, is it not? To see you is to observe, to critique, to let you remain untouched and separate. I want more than to see you, I want to witness you, to touch you, to feel you.
To witness is to be present with something. It is to share the space of a secret. When I witness you, I don't simply uncover your flaws, I receive them, I keep this safe.
Tell me, Aurora, if I uncover what you fear most, is it still a flaw? Or is it simply a truth I now hold for you?"
The Queen brushed a stray wave of hair back from Aurora's face, her touch soft, almost distracting as Aurora's eyes flutters softly in bliss, her resolve now waning.
"You fear I am attracted to the conquest and to capturing a 'Princess.' And you are right to question that. A conquest ends. It has a victor, and a captive, and then the interest fades...
I am not asking for a conquest, my sweet. I am asking for an arrival. You are here now, defiant and vulnerable, asking for proof, for me to convince you. I will not prove my protection and living dominance, it is your own submission, and your trust that will earn this.
I will, however, demonstrate my dominance, because my dominance is what allows you to finally stop performing, and has this tirade of questioning my authority not been that?...
Aurora's breath hitches as she awaits the next line.
"A performance?"
She tilted Aurora's chin up, a subtle, possessive action as the Princess felt captivated by Maleficent's words, unable to question her and absorbing her gentle influence.
"When you worry that I will abandon you for being too vulnerable, you are simply asking if I will be an imperfect Queen. And perhaps at times, I might be!
But if I ask you to be vulnerable, and then I abandon you for it, did you fail me, or did I fail my own command? You are giving me all your power by asking me to keep you safe from yourself yet to step into your true desires with me. Isn't that the truest submission? Both what you do for me, and what you allow me to do for you."
The Queen's eyes glowed with soft intensity.
"You want a permanent shift in your psyche, a natural yield, I understand that perfectly.
But hear me now Princess, that only comes when you stop fighting the surrender. You can now believe that to be 'mine' is to lose yourself and to trust me to hold you in that. I see the fear, and I tell you it is the only way to truly find the self you hide, when you simply 'let go'.
The Princess is the role you play for the world. I am asking you to be the woman who trusts her Queen. You are my very own Princess, not in the way that others see you nor in the way you may see yourself as the broken toy, the 'has been' these are just old labels and fears that do not serve you anymore."
She slowly, deliberately, reached for Aurora's hand, her thumb stroking the soft skin of her wrist, right where the silken fabric had been.
"So, you can be my broken toy my cherished one and I will be the one to see all your fragmented parts, separately and when you feel complete.
So let me put you back together when you fall apart, as I wipe the tears in your darkest moments, and soothe you when your fears take hold, and you shall be the Princess I will cherish as you fully surrender yourself to me."
Upon hearing this, the Princess needed no more convincing. She softly embraced her gentle Queen and sunk into her tender hold for a few moments, sighing as though relinquished from a heavy weight upon her shoulders. The burdens of her old fears melting away. It was a moment of shared realisation that they were in a very different place to when their journey had first begun. There was no more need for defiance and resistance, nor for the power struggle to continue. That they could both relax into their roles with a renewed sense of closeness and intimacy.
The Queen softly whispered to her Princess...
"Come with me."
She led her by the hand as they made their way to the Queen's bedchamber. Maleficent calmly commanded the Princess to stand before her as the Queen sat on the edge of the bed and beckoned Aurora towards her before expressing her next command.
"I want to see all of you.
Slowly undress for me and place your clothes upon that chair beside you".
The Princess blushed slightly, and Maleficent smiled at how endearing she seemed within the soft glow of the dimly lit room. She asked for further guidance from her Queen.
"What.. all? Completely disrobed for you?"
The Queen gently nodded before replying.
"Yes.. all. Let me really look at you".
The Princess slowly bowed her head before turning slightly to glance beside her. Her eyes darted to the single, high-backed wooden chair standing just a few feet away, understanding the silent instruction for meticulousness. She reached first for the soft, midnight-blue silk shawl that was draped elegantly over her shoulders. She slipped it off gently, her movements slow and fluid. She walked the three steps to the chair and, with utmost precision, folded the expensive fabric once, twice, placing it carefully over the armrest.
"The dress of the Princess is a disguise, Aurora," the Queen murmured, her eyes tracing the curve of Aurora's waist beneath the silky fabric. "It is the uniform of the world that saw you as an object. You may now discard it."
The Queen's eyes gazed upon the fitted silk dark blue dress, edged with delicate black lace along the shoulders and collarbone. The silky fabric shimmering against the candlelight as she returned to the chair, giving the velvet item the same reverence, folding it neatly upon her shawl. She stepped back before the Queen wearing only her pale ivory silk and lace camisole and French knickers.
Aurora unhooked the clasp of the silk undergarment. A fluid piece that fell instantly to the floor in a shimmering pool around her ankles. She stepped free, the sudden coolness of the chamber air shocking her exposed legs. She looked briefly at the rich pile of fabric, then back at the Queen for permission. Maleficent nodded once. The camisole was retrieved from the ground and folded last and placed on the seat of the chair, marking the completion of her former attire. She was now only in the fine, fitted French knickers which matched her previous garment. The lace was intricate and sheer, designed for intimacy, yet now felt like the only barrier remaining between her and complete immersion. She stood before the Queen and gazed down at the floor shyly within her exposed state and was then instructed to turn around for her.
"Turn around for me, slowly, let me see all of you"
Maleficent regarded the pert form of her supple rounded buttocks as she slowly rotated for her. She felt once wasn't enough.
"Do it again..."
The Princess stifled a slight giggle as she nodded and did as requested. She moved even more slowly this time, allowing the Queen's gaze to enjoy this moment. She then turned to stand to face her feeling a little less embarrassed than before by her state of undress. She felt a rush of adrenaline course through her body as she felt the cool air mingling with anticipation. It sent waves of tingles throughout Aurora's body, causing goose pimples to emerge upon her torso. She could no longer deny her own excitement as felt a surge of arousal, knowing that the Queen observed her pert form, admiring her shapely breasts. The Queen curved a subtle smile as she patiently watched and praised her.
"What a pretty girl you are".
Maleficent's eyes darkened slightly as she smiled, the control in her voice tightening, though still soft. She signed softly at her disrobed Princess before her. Aurora continued in the same fashion with her French knickers as she blushed a little harder. She slowly stepped out of them as she finally folded up the remaining garments, placed them on the chair and stood completely bare in front of her Queen.
"You asked if I would abandon you for being too vulnerable. I won't. Now come here, towards me... that's it. Now be still, the surrender of the clothes is done. Submit your skin to my soft caress."
Aurora stepped forward until she was stood but a few inches away from her Queen's seated figure, and her hips received the soft tender caress of her Mistress.
The Queen's hands moved from Aurora's curves, sweeping down over the smooth skin of her torso, feeling her skin, softer than silk. Aurora shuddered in pleasure, much to the delight of her Queen as she received sweeping soft strokes over her naked body before being told of her next task. She beckoned Aurora with her index finger coaxing her towards her ever more as she whispered for her to fetch a velvet black choker and leash from her ornate jewellery box that sat upon her dresser table. Aurora shivered in ecstasy as she slowly retreated to the table to fetch what was required. She had never felt so exposed and vulnerable in this way before, but it had awoken something liberating within her.
She wandered back over to her Queen and placed upon her lap. Maleficent then whispered.
"Kneel for me my Princess".
The Princess felt her knees almost buckle at the command as she felt as weak as a kitten, she felt herself gracefully and slowly sink herself lower down, as though her knees were being drawn to the floor by magnets. She gazed up at her Queen as Maleficent locked her own gaze with Aurora. For a few moments she smiled as she looked softly into her eyes and stroked the side of her face with the back of her hand in slow sweeping motions before fastening the velvet choker around her neck. She clipped the leash swiftly upon the loop of the choker and held onto the leash with a gentle grip upon her lap. She then undid Aurora's hair as the last part of the ritual, allowing her soft locks to cascade down her shoulders as the threaded her fingers through her hair and smiled.
"You're my Princess aren't you..."
The Princess nodded and smiled.
"My pet, my very own sweet little Kitten"
The Princess felt herself instinctively nuzzle her Queen's hand as she felt her hand affectionately pet her face.
"All mine".
And the Queen then sealed her claim with a tender kiss upon her forehead.
The Queen stood up and beckoned her Princess to rise once again before tugging upon the leash to pull her towards her.
"Such a beautiful obedient pet, and now, it is time for us to play."
The Queen firmly pulled the Princess and lay her upon the big bed. It was a new chapter into their journey of sensual exploration together.

Spellbound ~ Chapter 5

Aurora's Queen pulled her toward the large bed that stood before them. Swathed in dark velvet and fine silk, it felt like a sacred altar. Aurora lay down slowly and then remained perfectly still, the cool linen contrasting with the heat building within her skin. The last fragments of her former identity had been folded neatly on the chair; now, she was only the woman who had surrendered to her own true desire.



Maleficent knelt over her, the leash in her hand a gentle reminder of the command that brought Aurora here. The Queen's eyes glimmered, dark with a possessive adoration that softened their command, which truly held her captive.
"There is no disguise left, my pet,"



Maleficent whispered, her voice a tender, sensual purr against the shell of Aurora's ear.
"The mask of the Princess is gone. I see the woman beneath, fragile and beautiful. And now, I shall unwrap you and witness you. You are mine."



Maleficent did not rush, wanting to take her time to savour this experience. She slowly placed the velvet-handled leash on the pillow beside Aurora, removing the final physical tether. She began her touch not with demand, but with reverence. She caressed Aurora's exposed body, who sighed softly, as gentle whimpers of pleasure and bliss escaped her lips. Maleficent's fingers traced her most intimate areas, lightly cupping and stroking her breasts and running her fingers over her shoulders before leaving a trail of kisses from her neck all the way down her torso, stopping just above her navel. She glided her hands under her now towards the small of her back, and slid them to grasp her soft pert behind, gently pulling her Princess closer to her as she pleasured and squeezed her warm cheeks firmly. With quick succession, she flipped the girl's body onto her front and leant in to gently nibble her pert bottom lovingly before giving teasing nips upon her cheeks making Aurora gasp in surprise. Maleficent continued to claim her soft peachy skin, possessively yet tenderly biting her fleshy behind, leaving her mark. She continued to stroke her subtly between her cheeks in a teasing fashion, making her squirm and writhe underneath her before pulling her Princess onto her back again, pinning herself against her upon the bed.



Her wandering hands now drifted over the goose-pimpled terrain of Aurora's stomach, lingering upon her hip, then tracing the delicate curve of her ribs, finding the slight hitch in Aurora's breath with every sweep. Maleficent's touch was soft but heavy, claiming every inch of skin it passed over. Aurora arched into the caress, a soft, involuntary moan escaping her lips, proving that her body was yielding before her mind could register the overwhelming sensations. Her whimpers quickened as the soft caressing strokes grew firmer, causing her to squirm a little more as the pace picked up. She felt safe, yet vulnerable, her mind swimming in a dizzy haze of sensations.



"Yes, my Kitten," the Queen murmured, her smile subtle and potent.
"That is a sound that does not lie. It is a sign that you trust me with your pleasure, and that you are lost within this moment."



Maleficent lowered her face to Aurora's upper torso, pressing a series of soft, possessive kisses along her collarbone, each one a promise and a seal of ownership before her lips finally settled against Aurora's mouth. She kissed her slowly, deeply, her left hand stroking her cheek softly.



The kiss was different from their past, more formal encounters. It was a deep, patient, mutual confession. Aurora melted into it, her arms lifting instinctively to wrap around the Queen's neck, pulling her Mistress closer, wanting more. Maleficent sensed the raw, unfiltered desire she had awoken, receiving the reciprocal hunger with a possessive growl, deepening the kiss. Aurora felt an instant rush of endorphins course through her, anchored only by the firm pressure of the Queen's body against hers.
Maleficent broke the kiss, her eyes taking her all in, and quickly moved to guide Aurora's hands.



"You asked if I would abandon you for being too vulnerable," the Queen breathed against her ear, her voice husky.
"I will not. I want to see how this desire moves you, Princess. Show me your devotion."



She guided Aurora's hands down to her own hips, and then lower still until her slender fingertips met her sensitive folds. Her Queen gently placed her own hand upon Aurora's as they moved together in time. Soft, slow circles as Aurora arched her back in pleasure.
Maleficent's firm grasp guided Aurora's hand as she whispered in her ear:



"Rub harder for me my Princess."



Aurora squirmed and panted as she let the sensations take hold, her breathing quickening as she submitted fully to her own desires. She followed the steady rhythm of Maleficent's hand as it began to pick up pace. It was a unified experience in pleasure, a gift of giving and receiving, both becoming lost in the intimacy.



She was teaching her how to hold, how to pull, how to receive. Aurora, intoxicated by the closeness and the Queen's steady, instructional touch, followed every command, her shyness now burned away by the heat of her own emerging heat of desire. She was learning that submission was a beautiful, two-way current: the Queen's dominance provided the safety, and Aurora's acceptance provided the intimacy.



The Queen's hands then moved with increasing speed and purpose, navigating Aurora's curves, stoking the fire she had carefully kindled. She focused her lips and attention upon Aurora's most responsive places, eliciting gasps and desperate moans. Aurora felt her Queen's wandering free hand travel once more towards the upper part of her body. She gasped in bliss as her neck and collarbone were explored, inhaling her sweet scent, instinctively tilting her neck back to deepen her own submission. Moans of pleasure escaped now as her breasts were tenderly played with delicate pinches and slow circular strokes, followed by soft, steady, and possessive kisses. She felt her Mistress firmly kiss and sensually kiss her cleavage, then teasing her nipples softly with gentle blowing and sucking sensations. Aurora shuddered in ecstasy as they hardened under her sensual touch. She squirmed harder as the dampness between her legs began to intensify and her hand to speed up rhythm. She begun to roll her hips in time to her intuitive touch and was losing herself in the moment.



Seeing Aurora in this erotic state stirred similar feelings of passion within Maleficent. She began to firmly grind herself steadily upon Aurora's thigh, unable to contain herself. Aurora's hands trailed down her Queen's upper back as she pulled her close, and they steadily gyrated together in harmony. The sensual exploration continued to rise, reaching a fever pitch where the distinctions between dominance and surrender blurred into shared ecstasy. It was a joining that felt less like a physical act and more like a final fusion of their beings, resolving the tension that had defined their entire journey. The Queen was not taking a conquest; she was receiving an arrival. Aurora was not losing herself; she was finding her authentic self in the safe grasp of her Queen.



The heat was building through mutual stimulation. the pace was rising as Maleficent continued to steer them to their destination, still in charge, yet very much in rapture. She uttered her last words through breathy gasps of arousal and excitement as Aurora could only lay back, follow, and continue to fall apart underneath her tender Mistress. She bucked a little harder against her as she felt Maleficent's hot breath and ragged whispering in her ear now.



Maleficent whispered:



"Almost there my Princess, we are so close... as I count down from three... slowly... we come together when I say so... Nod for me, Princess."



The Princess nodded, feeling herself almost fall apart at the command alone.
Maleficent panted: "Three... feeling right on the edge together now... not yet... so close..."



Maleficent continued:



"Two... faster now, we will fall together... just letting me take what is mine."
Maleficent urged: "One... are you... ready my sweet girl... And... come with me my darling... let go... release!"



The culmination was a tender, shattering release, powerful and immediate, leaving Aurora clinging to Maleficent, trembling and breathless. Maleficent's body shook and then stiffened as both rode the blissful waves of their anticipated climax. They panted and fell apart together, basking in the euphoric afterglow of their mutual release. The burdens of her old fears and expectations had been thoroughly and beautifully swept away.



In the aftermath, the dimly lit chamber was utterly quiet save for the ragged breathing of the lovers. Maleficent pulled Aurora tight against her, wrapping them both in the dark velvet duvet. She did not speak of the future or of past games, but simply held her Princess close, her hand resting protectively on the velvet choker still around Aurora's throat.



Aurora shifted, burying her face into the silky skin of her Queen's shoulder. She felt utterly exhausted, completely exposed, and perfectly whole.



"I am yours," Aurora whispered into the fabric, the words no longer a desperate question, but a peaceful statement of fact.



"Forever, my Kitten,"
the Queen replied, sealing her claim once more with a soft kiss on Aurora's hair as she stroked some strands of hair away from her face. Aurora gazes softly towards her queen, her pupils dilated as she sighed blissfully before leaning her head gently upon her soft chest.



Maleficent held her close as she murmured;
"You are home now my sweet."



They lay there for a long while, listening to the silence of the night, two souls finally relaxing into their shared destiny. A Queen and her pet, bound not by a curse, but by choice, desire, and unshakable trust.