The Mean Princess: Pt2 (TQ-Queen)(Ea)

A TG-Queen request for Funmeyay

Early the next morning, Belle was expecting to wake up like she had always done, well, perhaps with a bit more excitement since it was her birthday, which was set to be one of the biggest celebrations the land has ever seen.

However, the morning didn’t seem to be starting off that well. For the first time in her life, Belle felt uncomfortable while sleeping, which caused her to wake up. She yawned quite quickly and then went to rub her eyes, but for some reason her arms wouldn’t reach her face.

There was something very tight around both her wrists, and something very heavy attached to them that prevented her from lifting her arms up all that much, never mind enough to reach her face to rub her eyes.

That left her very confused and with blurry eyes as she woke up, since she couldn’t rub them until her vision came back. Doing her best with the blurry vision, she looked around to see what was going on; that’s when she found herself lying on a solid wooden bed.

As her vision came back more, she also found her outfit was completely different. Instead of a nice, silky nightgown, she was wearing nothing, well, next to nothing. She was wearing the uniform that the slaves were required to wear.

As the princess, she should be the last one in one of these outfits. Only the slaves are required to wear them, which was a policy she herself came up with. It actually came about a couple years ago when Princess Belle was walking around in a new dress.

It was a beautiful dress picked out for her by her father. It had beautiful golden trim and was the most expensive piece of clothing in the kingdom. Princess Belle was walking around looking for servants and slaves to shower her in compliments for her own beauty along with the dress.

It was going well until she found one of the slaves walking around dusting. She too had a dress on, and while it was much cheaper, the design and the way it looked on her was truly breathtaking, and more people seemed to focus on her instead of Princess Belle.

Even the princess had to admit the slave looked better than her; well, she was actually going to admit it out loud. Princess Belle couldn’t let anyone outshine her, so seeing this as a severe personal attack, the princess had to punish her.

The princess had the guards arrest the slave and bring her to the jail, which was when the princess ordered them to take her dress and put her in rags. The princess then took the dress for herself and took it to the cleaners since a gross slave had been wearing it.

While talking to the cleaner, the princess noticed a very revealing outfit hanging up and asked about it. The cleaner explained that it was a traditional slave outfit and that in many places all the slaves wear it.

The princess smiled hearing that and knew right away how to truly punish the slave who dared try to be more beautiful than her. Princess Belle bought the outfit from the cleaner and asked him to acquire many more for her, which he did since he feared her wrath like many others.

The princess then returned to the jail and presented the slave with the outfit. She told her that she’d be released and allowed to work again, but she’d be wearing this from now on as a uniform of sorts. The princess then tossed the slave outfit into the cell.

As she left, she gave the guards orders to release her only after she puts it on and to make sure she’s still wearing it. As time went on, Princess Belle really liked seeing the woman wearing the slave outfit and knew it was the right choice.

So when the cleaner came to her with the shipment of them, the princess made it so all the slaves had to wear it, including the men, who got a slight variation to fit them better. So now not a single slave will look better than her.

It does help that there are so many of them, so the outfit looks bland and annoying, so the princess could wear anything and look amazing around them. Of course the first thing she wore around them was the very dress that upstaged her, the one she so clearly stole.

Knowing all of that, the fact that Belle was seeing the same outfit on herself meant something was very wrong, and that somehow one of the guards mistook her for a slave while she was sleeping, brought her here, and then put her inside it.

Once she got someone competent to come over and release her, she was going to find whoever did this to her; she was going to punish them severely for the rest of their life. Each day would be something different, like hanging them from the flagpole in their underwear.

Or coming them in sticky, gross food and leaving them in the field to get pecked and pooped on by birds. She wouldn’t go easy on them, and to her they didn’t deserve it; after all, how could they not know she was the princess?

Belle tried once again to get up but was quickly reminded her arms were restrained and that she was lying on a wooden bed. Belle looked at her wrists and found they were bound to the bed she was on by large chains.

Chains she, as a fragile yet incredibly beautiful princess, couldn’t break. Which was quite strange to see, as they never used chains for people who didn’t pose a danger to themself or others, which Belle thought she wasn’t.

Belle struggles with the chains a bit, then goes to call for help. She opens her mouth and starts yelling for the guards to come and let her go at the top of her lungs; there was just one problem: she wasn’t actually making any noise.

It took her a minute to realize it, and when she did, she started to panic a bit. How was it she couldn’t speak? This wasn’t something she knew they could do to the slaves, or else she would have used it on them many times.

As Belle tried to make her voice work, she heard footsteps coming closer to her. Belle looked over to her left to see the master of slaves walking up to the cell door. As his name suggests, it was his job to manage the slaves.

He comes and lets them out in the morning, checks on them throughout the day to make sure they’re doing their assigned tasks and finally he locks them back up at night. Sometimes he feeds them, and there have been quite a few rumors about him having some fun with the slaves.

Belle never paid it any thought since she didn’t care for the slaves; they were just lower-ranked servants after all. However, she was really glad to see him, as he surely knew who she was and would correct this blunder.

He walked into the cell and right up to Belle. He grabs the chains that were holding her down and unlocks the cuffs they were attached to, which allows Belle to get up off the wooden bed and stand before him.

Belle immediately tried to talk to him; she wanted to yell at him for having such idiotic subordinates and to tell him that heads were going to roll for this mistake, and if he didn’t want it to be his, he’d go and find the person who did this to her.

However, like before, she was unable to speak. Belle rubbed her throat and looked at the master of slaves, hoping he would undo whatever was done to him. He didn’t seem fazed, either because he didn’t understand or he didn’t care.

The master of slaves then told Belle that it was time for her to give him his morning reward for letting her out of her shackles. Belle’s face scrunched up and she tried to ask him what that meant, as she had no idea.

Belle looked him over and found herself drawn to a certain part of herself. That part being his cock. Thoughts of it started to fill her mind, and it was like she had to have it. Her body began to move forward before dropping to her knees.

Belle licked her lips as one would do before eating a delicious meal and she began to open up the man's pants. Out popped the man's six-inch cock, which caused Belle to start drooling. She now knew what his morning reward was; she also knew she wasn’t going to stop, nor did she seem to want to.