I was her princess. Royalty. She called me that before we even knew each other. Her reasoning was "you're fragile, like a princess. You need to be protected". I was never out of her sight. Her lap was my throne. Her hands, used to shower me with affection. Lovely kisses covered my cheeks, lips, and forehead. And the words from her mouth sent shivers through my body. If anyone dare approach the princess, she would stop them in their tracks. She was my guard, and I was her princess. But we were more then that. She was my mistress and I was her toy. Her plaything, slut, or whore. Whatever was asked of me. Because I was hers and only hers. Her hands used to tease every inch of me. Her mouth used to turn my mind blank, flooding my body with pleasure. All of this because a princess is nothing to her queen. Life was so tiring. The world so depressing. Each day harder then the last. But I was fine. Because she was my mistress, and i was her princess. And as her princess, nothing would hurt me. And as my mistress, nothing would hurt her. Because beyond everything else, we were each others.