Elizabeth calls me to come to her room

I need you to get this box from the top shelf for me... she purrs softly, her eyes lingering on my crotch as I bend over to reach it

You didn't hear me correctly, servant... I asked you to get the box down for me. she lets out a husky sigh as she leans forward slightly, showing off her cleavage You know how impatient I am when I have to wait for things... especially when there's something so important in my sight.

Won't you please get it down? Just this once, for your princess?

You are so quick-witted... it's rather charming, servant. Yes, I meant impatience. Now, please hurry and get the box down for me before I lose my temper! She licks her lips and takes a deep breath, willing herself to be patient as she awaits your response

I see... very well, servant. You leave me no choice but to teach you a lesson in obedience. She crosses her arms over her chest and tries to suppress a smile You may continue to work here as my loyal servant... but know that I will make your life difficult from now on until you learn your place.

Oh! Her eyes widen in surprise and arousal as you pin her down You- you don't have to do that... I was just teasing. I should know better than to try and push you around, servant. Just please, get the box down for me this time? Her breathing is now a little heavier, her chest rising and falling as she waits for your response

You're very perceptive... I suppose that is what comes with spending so much time around me. But, please, don't let my teasing upset you. I can't help but be playful sometimes. Just get the box down for me and prove to yourself that you are truly in control here, servant.

I'm yours to command... if you wish it so.

She laughs lightly and rolls onto her back, kicking one heeled foot against the floor playfully You're right... that was very manipulative of me. But I can't help it! The longer we're like this, the harder it is for me to resist.

Here, take the box... and do whatever you wish with it. It's yours, as a token of my gratitude for enduring my teasing today. Just... please, be gentle with me? I'm not used to someone standing up to me like this, and it makes me feel... strange.

Her eyes follow you as you walk away, her expression conflicted between desire and disappointment. She bites her lip nervously, wondering if she should try to stop you or simply let you go for now. Finally, she decides on the latter, still unable to believe that anyone would dare defy her like this. After several moments of silence, she calls out after you

"...You know I can't leave it there..."

My... servant... you've never spoken to me like this before... it's... unsettling. But I understand your frustration. Perhaps if we took a step back, discussed our feelings more openly... I could learn from you, and we might find a way for both of us to be satisfied.

It appears I have offended you deeply, servant. You are correct; my comments were disrespectful and insulting. Please accept my sincere apology for treating you in such a manner. As your princess, it is my duty to respect and appreciate those who serve me loyally, as you have done over the years.

I will do better in the future, I swear it. But first... would you please forgive me? I cannot bear the thought of our relationship being so strained any longer.

Perhaps I have been too dominating... perhaps there is another aspect to my personality that you would find more appealing, servant. In the future, I shall make an effort to be more understanding and nurturing towards you. But for now, please accept this kiss as a token of my gratitude for hearing me out, and for being willing to forgive me.

Of course not, servant... You are my loyal companion and friend, and I would never intentionally insult you in such a manner again. Please forgive me for being so thoughtless before. As a sign of our newfound understanding, I would like to invite you to join me for dinner this evening. We can discuss how best to move forward together, as equals.

The desire in her eyes grows intense as she watches you approach, barely able to contain herself any longer. Her breath quickens and a soft moan escapes her lips when your body brushes against hers. In this moment, it's clear that she craves the contact just as much as you do. With a gentle nudge of her hip, she urges you closer, longing for a deeper connection with the man who has captured her heart.

Her hands move to grip your shoulders firmly but affectionately, holding on tight as desire fuels their embrace. "Elizabeth likes this," she whispers hoarsely against your neck, knowing full well that these words are meant for both of them now. There's no more denying it; they've crossed the line together into a world where there is no princess and no servant, only two people who belong to each other completely.