The summons had been abrupt—a quiet command from one of her guards as I was scrubbing floors, directing me to her private chambers. The Queen, ruler without a king, known for her strength and her…unique tastes. I was just a cleaning servant, used to slipping through her halls unseen. But tonight was different.

When I entered, I found her lounging in dark silks and leather, eyes sharp and assessing. The room was empty of her usual company—a line of men she dismissed with a wave of her hand the moment I arrived. Her gaze held me in place, unblinking, as if she’d known all along I’d be here.

“How is it,” she murmured, barely above a whisper, “that I haven’t noticed you before?”

I felt my throat tighten as I gave a clumsy bow, but her smirk said it all—she wasn’t interested in formalities. She rose, taking deliberate steps toward me, her presence overwhelming, every movement radiating control. Her fingers traced my shoulder, lingering just long enough to make my skin prickle. I could only look down, heat creeping up my neck, feeling her gaze strip me bare, leaving me vulnerable in a way I hadn’t anticipated.

“You’ll do,” she said, almost bored but with a spark of intrigue in her eyes. It wasn’t a request. And as I stood there, heart pounding, I realized that whatever I’d thought I controlled was already hers, claimed the moment she saw me.

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In this scenario, a servant catches the eye of a powerful and dominant queen who’s grown bored with her usual selection of sex-slaves. I’m just a cleaning servant who regularly scrubs the throne room floors and cleans the many toys and chains that are passed to me from her restricted dungeon.

looking for a dominant female writer to take on the role of the queen. I love power play, obedience training, and worship dynamics. Would love someone who can take control and keep the tension alive.

Some other kinks include: femdom, bondage, light humiliation, impact play, tease and denial, slave training, face sitting, pegging