Chapter 2

Mia stood in front of the mirror, admiring her new clothes. She wore a white blouse. At the shoulders and below her neck the thin fabric gave way to a floral pattern of fine lace giving a glimpse of skin. Over this was a sleeveless coat, deep blue and low cut, tied at the front with crosses of midnight blue ribbon. Her skirt matched the coat, flowing down to the tops of her soft leather ankle boots. The outfit was finely made, simple, but beyond anything she had ever owned before. Her hair was loose and scented with a sweet oil. She felt like a princess, and she laughed happily at the thought.

Of course she was not a princess, nor did her fine outfit match that of the real princess who stood to the side, smiling at her bedmaid’s laughter.

Lucy, Princess Liana’s attendant stood beside the mirror. She made a spinning motion with her hand and Mia gave a twirl, skirt billowing out and lifting as she spun. “It fits well” said lucy, her cat-like ears perking up slightly as she gave a smile that revealed her teeth, Mia’s joy was infectious.

Lucy turned away and left the room, going to tell the seamstress the fit was right, and place the rest of the order.

As the door shut behind the attendant, Liana stepped up beside Mia, who turned as she saw her mistress approach in the mirror. With a gentle hand the princess brushed a stray lock of hair away from the girl’s face.

“Thank you for the clothes Ma’am” said Mia, blushing slightly at the touch. She gave a curtsy and Liana laughed.

“You look very fine Mia, perhaps you will thank me properly later.”

Mia blushed all the more at Lianas roguish smile.

Mia did not think she was ever likely to get used to Liana’s bedchamber. She had cleaned the princesses’ chambers, of which there were a great many, for months now, but she had never been in the bedchamber before she was offered the position of bedmaid. Her heart fluttered a little at the memory of that evening. Lucy had told her that Liana’s previous bedmaid had done little to please the princess, having been assigned by her father more to watch over his daughter than to serve her. Liana had never called her to her bed. Perhaps it was a sign of his resignation to Liana’s stubbornness that the king had allowed his choice to be dismissed. Pleasing or not though, the old maid had certainly done a good job of the cleaning.

The room was large with a soft carpet and shining white walls, decorated with intricately painted floral patterns. The desk, dresser and cupboards were of dark mahogany, carved with ornate decorations, brass fittings polished to a brilliant sheen. The room was dominated by the biggest bed Mia had ever seen. A four poster complete with silk sheets. The evening light gave the lace curtain that hung over the one large window an orange tint.

Mia lit a splint from the little candle she held and went from wall to wall lighting the gilded lamps. As she finished, the door swung open and Liana entered, immediately reaching up and removing her hair pins, letting her deep red locks cascade down over her shoulders. Mia blew out the candle, placed it on the dresser and stepped up to take the pins from her mistress. Liana gave her a grateful smile. As Mia placed the jeweled pin into a box on the dresser the princess flopped onto the bed in typically unladylike fashion. Mia returned and crouched to unlace Lianas high boots.

“Father is tedious as always. I do believe he has given up on the suitors for the moment, but he does not let me forget the subject.” Mia frowned as the princess spoke, not from any annoyance at her, but the thought of the suitors was unpleasant. She still couldn’t quite believe she had come to be so close to the beautiful Liana. She had watched her from afar for so long, and over the last few days she had worried often that they would be parted.

Lifting her head from the soft bedding Liana saw her servant’s frown and laughed. “Don’t worry Mia, I won’t be running off with any prince. As I said, even father is starting to give up on the idea.” Mia smiled again, removed the boot and started to unlace the other. After that one was removed, she stood and went to place the pair in the little cupboard beside the door. When she turned back Liana was standing with her back to her, hair lifted away from her shoulders. Heart beating a little faster Mia began to unlace the princesses’ dress. As she loosened the ties the dress slipped down to rest on Liana’s pale shoulders. Tie undone, Mia started to slide the dress down revealing the princesses tight fitted undershirt which was cut just above her bust. Mia’s fingers brushed against Liana’s back as she crouched to delicately lower the fine garment, finding her eyes lingering on the princesses shapely bottom, covered by silk, side laced, undergarments. Liana stepped forward out of the heavy dress and Mia, cheeks flushed, stood and turned once more to go and hang the dress.

Liana flopped down on the bed again, falling back into the soft sheets. Lifting her leg she began to undo the ties of her long white socks. When Mia turned away from the cupboard Liana was sitting up on the ruffled bed, holding the socks. With a grin she tossed them away over her shoulder to land on the far side of the bed. Mia, flustered by the grin, dutifully walked to the socks and crouched to retrieve them. When she stood and turned she found herself face to face with the still grinning Liana, now standing beside the bed.

“You owe me a proper thank you.” said the princess, a playful edge to her voice. Mia blushed at the sudden proximity of the near naked beauty. Liana still made her feel a little light headed. “Would you like to thank me?” the princess asked again, leaning forward slightly as she spoke. Mia knew the choice was genuine, although she was Liana’s bedmaid, and certain things were expected of the position even if it was never really acknowledged, the princess had made it clear more than once that the choice was Mia’s to make. Truly though, there was little she would like more than thanking Liana.

“Yes ma’am.” she replied in a soft voice.

Liana’s grin widened. She reached out, grabbed her maid by the collar of her low cut coat and pulled her close, breast to breast. Mia gave a little gasp of shock and Liana laughed as she held her for a moment, looking into her maids reddening face, feeling her quickening breath. Then the princess stepped back and, with delicate fingers, began to untie the knot that held the coat closed. Mia’s heart pounded as the princess undressed her. For the last few days, since she had taken this new position, she had served her mistress as a simple servant. It was true that Lucy had taken her aside in the evenings and talked her through a few skills that had her blushing with embarrassment, but the reality had not sunk in.

Liana pulled the ribbon free and slid the coat back over Mia’s shoulders, warm hands brushing the girls skin through the lacework of her blouse. Liana let the fine coat drop to the floor. She took a step back then and adopted a look of exaggerated seriousness, a familiar expression for Mia.

With a severe tone to match her expression Liana spoke “Undress.”

Mia complied, thrilled by the memories the princess’ tone evoked. She undid the little tie at the neck of her blouse and, crossing her arms, reached down and slowly lifted the delicate garment over her head, feeling it lift her breasts slightly as it slid over them. Following Liana’s lead she let it drop to the floor. Next she crouched and one by one she unbuckled her ankle boots, slid them from her feet and placed them aside. The princess looked on, slowly twisting a lock of her hair, her serious expression slipping into a smile.

Lifting her skirt, Mia undid the silk ties that held up her long white socks and pulled each one off, feeling the soft carpet between her toes. She looked at Liana as her fingers unbuckled the thin belt that held her skirt and blushed anew under the gaze of the princess. She looked into her mistress’ vibrant eyes, locking her gaze, and then, holding eye contact all the while, slid the skirt down. She crouched as she lowered it to the floor and let it drop. Liana let out a soft sigh. Slowly, Mia stood again. Her mistress spoke.

“That is enough for now.” Liana stepped forward and gently ran a hand over Mia’s hair. The girl felt herself shudder at the touch.

“How shall I thank you ma’am?” she asked as Liana ran that hand down the side of her face and onto her neck.

“Perhaps you will sing for me again.” As the princess spoke her hand reached Mia’s shoulder and continued down, the tips of her long delicate fingers brushing against her maid, passing over her collarbone and down onto her breast, caressing the exposed skin above the line of her cotton bra.

Mia was not a singer, and she thought she knew what her mistress meant.

“Please let me sing for you ma’am” she answered, a slight tremble of anticipation in her voice.

Liana let her fingers rest on the girls breast, playfully running them along the top of the cotton undergarment. She watched with a smile as the girl’s small nipples became ever more clearly visible through the thin cloth, and the gentle movement of her breathing grew more rapid. She looked up into Mia’s eyes and spoke.

“Fetch the hairbrush from my dresser.”

She saw the look of excited pleasure on her servant’s face, the same look the girl had tried to hide days before in that cold dungeon cell.

Mia stepped back and walked towards the dresser, feeling a tingling where her mistress’ fingers had been. The hairbrush was large, wide and paddle-shaped, made of smooth varnished wood. Mia felt an eager thrill as she lifted it. She turned back and saw Liana sitting on the bed once more.

She was perched on the edge, slender parted a little. She beckoned to her servant. Mia approached and Liana took the brush, placing it beside her on the satin sheets. She beckoned once more, and as Mia stepped forward she reached out, placed her warm hands on the girl’s waist and gently positioned her before her. Close, almost between her legs.

Mia looked down at her mistress, feeling the warmth of Liana’s hands against her skin, the warmth in her red cheeks and the steadily growing warmth between her legs. Very slowly, Liana’s hands slid down onto her thighs, slender fingers brushing the side of her buttocks. Mia shuddered and let out an airy gasp. Liana hooked her thumbs under the ties of Mia’s cotton pants and began to slide them down. Her fingers followed the girl’s curves, slipping down her buttocks and onto the back of her legs. Mia felt her heartbeat climbing as those soft hands caressed her, felt the gentle pressure as Liana pulled away the panties, exposing her. Liana let the undergarments fall. Mia’s cheeks burned as she felt her mistress’ eyes on her exposed pussy, she watched Liana take in her obvious arousal, a gentle smile on her face.

Liana’s hand lifted away and she looked up at Mia. Mia in turn gazed into her eyes as the princess reached up and loosened the tie on the front of her own undershirt. Mia felt her throat tighten in anticipation as Liana crossed her arms and slowly lifted the thin white top. The princesses’ firm breasts lifted with the fabric. They bounced slightly as the top slid over them, exposing perfect nipples. Mia was faintly aware, through the soft haze that filled her head, that her jaw had dropped. Liana’s soft chuckle, as she cast the top away, brought Mia’s eyes back to her mistress’ smiling face and she blushed all the harder as she clamped her mouth shut. Liana laughed again and lifted her hand, taking hold of Mia’s upper arm. Mia’s heart was in her mouth.