Chapter 24

As I said at the outset, the purpose of my visit was to set the arrangements for my upcoming tour of duty as a slave to the royal court of Essex. Because of the distance and the slow speed of travel, I was planning on staying thirty days. As it happened, King William and Princess Julia were touring the far reaches of the realm and wouldn’t come back until shortly before I was scheduled to return home. The result was that not only was I a royal guest, I was a guest in the royal apartment and slept each night with Kate.

What an experience that was! If it is possible for there to be a perfect human, that person is Kate. From the very outset, she had me working on her exercise equipment and taught me how to swim. The two of us would spend hours in the pool. Of course Kate moved up and down with the speed and grace of a trapped porpoise, while I lumbered up and down like a dying whale.

To my utter amazement, Kate herself did all the cooking and much of the cleaning besides. When I asked her about it, she only shrugged and said that with taxes so low, they had to economize somewhere, so...

And it was a perfectly plausible story, too. I would have believed it had I not known that the problem in Essex was spending money, not getting it. Oh! I almost forgot. We spent all our time in the apartment naked. Kate said that because of all the months she spent as a slave, it was the only way that then felt natural to her. Since she carefully controlled my calories — but not her own, the bitch! — I was actually losing weight.

On a particularly lovely late spring day, Kate decided to visit the village. My first surprise came when I found that all she was wearing was a pair of Levi cut-offs that ran only from a point low on her hips to about an inch or so below her crotch. Her only other garment was an ancient chambray shirt — or what was left of one. The sleeves had been ripped off at the shoulders — and I mean ripped! The edges were heavily raveled on both shoulders — and she tied what was left of its tails below her breasts exposing acres of bare flesh from immediately below her tits down to the top of her pubic hair. In fact, more than once during the day her shorts slipped lower exposing the upper edge of her dense pubic patch. Of course, her skin was utterly flawless and she was deeply tanned all over. When she flipped her hair back and secured it in a pony tail, she looked like a well-developed fifteen-year-old.

Imagine my shock when she produced similar garments for me. “Where on earth did these come from?” I asked. “The royal tentmaker? He’s the only one who could possibly make garments in these sizes.”

In response she only grinned. While I usually wear my hair in a bun — why, I have no idea — today she insisted that I wear a pony tail, too. Even though I started the “tail” at the top of my head, and my hair is really quite wavy, I ended with a golden tail reaching down my back almost to my waist.

When I started to look around, she asked what I was looking for. When I told her I was looking for something to put on my feet, she wanted to know why. I just shook my head. “Habit, I guess.”

She said, “It’s really neat to go barefoot when it’s warm. Besides, you really need to start toughening your feet for the future.”

With that we headed down to the main part of the castle, and then out to the courtyard. Although there were guards on duty, there was no cavalry mounted and waiting, let alone any infantry. When I asked her where they were, she replied that they were drilling or doing whatever it is soldiers do during the day when there’s no war to fight.

“But surely you don’t go down to the village alone?” I asked in utter amazement.

“I’m not alone,” she replied nonchalantly. “I’m with you.”

I was so astonished at this behavior, I didn’t know what to say.

Anyway, we strolled down the road to the village. Remarkably — in my experience, at least — Kate was repeatedly greeted with great warmth by everyone we encountered. Inevitably she would not only return the greeting, but would inquire about a family member, some problem she knew of, or something. She seemed to be on a first-name basis with everyone in the kingdom. Moreover, she was usually greeted as Kate, although occasionally as Queen Kate.

But I saw something else. I saw intense love for her in the eyes of everyone we met, coupled with a level of respect verging on reverence. To my utter astonishment, this queen was truly loved by her people. When we reached the town, it was the same thing, only more so. The most incredible thing of all was the reaction of the children... all the children. Kate was like the Pied Piper. She attracted them the way a magnet attracts iron filings.

And the way she played with them! She teased them, tousled them, and loved them. And after giving them a quick kiss, or a quick spank, inevitably she would find a coin on their persons. And the sounds? The one constant was the laughter and gaiety of small children. It was just so utterly marvelous! It was truly a joy for me just to watch.

When we were well into the village, a door opened and a small girl came running out and hurled herself at Kate screaming, “Angel!” The little tyke was about four years old and was an utterly perfect little child. She had a sturdy little body with golden hair and brilliant blue eyes.

Kate scooped the girl up, hugged her in her arms, and then melted her with a kiss. The girl had her arms tightly around Kate’s neck and was hugging her as hard as she could. I could see the joy and Divine Grace flowing in rivers between them.

Finally, they eased from their embrace and Kate introduced us. “Mattie, this is my friend — my very dear friend — Angel Martin.” Turning to Angel she said, “Guess what? Mattie is a queen. A real one. Aren’t you impressed?” (From the first time Leila tagged me “Mattie,” I’ve been Mattie ever since. Heaven knows, it’s a hell of an improvement over Matilda.)

The little girl reached out for me and I took her in my arms. When I kissed her, I was almost overcome by the power of her love and grace. While I carried her in my arms, Kate led the way to an ice-cream parlor where we sat down at a table. Kate ordered banana splits for Angel and herself and a glass of spring water for me. (Thanks again, Kate!)

While we were waiting I said, “Angel, you know that Kate is a queen, too, don’t you? In fact, she is your queen.”

“She is?” the little girl exclaimed. “I didn’t know that.” Then she looked puzzled and added, “But how can an angel be a queen, too?” Then with her eyes wide she added, “You see, Mrs. Mattie, my name is ‘Angel’, but she is a real one. And she came down from Heaven just to take care of me.

“Awhile ago, I got very sick. My daddy was away on a trip, and Mommy was taken to the hospital with something. Then I got sick, too. The doctors didn’t know what it was, but they knew two things: First, it was highly contagious, so I was quarantined. Second, it was probably deadly, because there was no way of treating it. So there I was, alone at home ... and I’m only four years old. I was very frightened. The last thing I remember was people hammering bars across all the doors so no one could get in and I couldn’t get out. I guess I fell asleep or fainted or something.

“Anyway, I guess it was the sound of the bars being ripped off the door that awakened me, but the next thing I knew, my Guardian Angel was in bed beside me. Her body is just so perfect! Exactly what an angel’s body should be. I was starting to shiver with chills then, so she laid me across her body with my head between her breasts and just hugged me tightly. That’s when I knew everything would be all right. My Guardian Angel would protect me.” At that point the little girl looked at Kate with an expression of pure adoration.

“All I remember after that was moving in and out of consciousness. But whenever I was awake, I was lying on her body. And she loved me, caressed me, and kissed me all over. When I started to get a little better, she made chicken soup. Boy, did I ever eat a lot of chicken soup! But like everything else about her, it was perfect, too.”

At that point a lovely young woman entered the ice-cream parlor, went to Kate and dropped to her knees. From her golden hair and brilliant blue eyes I concluded that this beautiful young woman was Angel’s mother. She was.

With tears streaming down her cheeks she said in a most beautifully cultured voice, “Your Majesty, what can Jim and I do? You saved the life of our darling Angel. Is there anything we can do for you? Anything at all? Could I enter your service as a slave, perhaps? Could I serve as a wet nurse for your children? Could I clean the sewers?” Then the girl just started to bawl.

At this point, Kate took her in her arms, held her tightly and kissed her. At the same time, I lifted little Angel from her chair and hugged her close to my breast. Angel twisted around to be able to see her mother. When Kate kissed the woman, it was like nothing I’ve ever seen before. She literally poured joy and happiness into the young woman’s body, along with a flood of Divine Grace.

When they finally eased apart, the girl’s eyes were literally glowing with happiness. Then she kissed Kate very lightly again, and then brought her fingers to her lips. Slowly shaking her head she said, “Angel is right, isn’t she? You are truly an angel sent by God! And yet you serve us as our queen. What did the people of Essex ever do to be so lucky?”

Then in a husky voice on the verge of tears she said forcefully, “God save the Queen!” To Kate’s intense embarrassment, the other patrons in the ice-cream parlor — none of whom had previously acknowledged our presence — all echoed loudly, “God save the Queen!”

In just a very short time, I was developing some appreciation for Kate. I had already come to realize that she was genuinely loved by her people. Of course she needed no protection! Her protection was the entire citizenry of Essex. To a man — and woman — they utterly adore her and would joyfully sacrifice their lives to protect her.

What next? We resumed our walk down the street and came to a softball field where a team of teenaged boys were playing the girls. When the girls asked Kate to play with them for a while, the boys complained. I soon learned that they had good cause for their complaints. Kate pitched — they couldn’t hit her — and batted — they couldn’t get her out. In fact, even with the boys in the outfield playing so deep I thought they were in the next county, she still hit the ball over their heads.

In the first inning with Kate pitching for the girls, I found myself on the bench sitting beside a lovely dark-haired young woman. While watching the action in the field, I took it upon myself to learn more about Kate and the Kingdom of Essex.

I introduced myself as “Kate’s friend, Mattie,” and she told me her name was Jane. When I asked her what she thought of Kate, she looked at me strangely. At the same time, the three other girls who were not in the game moved closer to join the conversation.

“What do I think of Kate?” Jane repeated. She looked thoughtful for a moment and then said simply, “I worship the ground she walks on.” She paused and then added, “I guess that’s all there is to say.”

“But why?” I persisted.

“Mattie, I turn seventeen the end of this week. Until last year, that birthday wasn’t celebrated by young women in Essex, it was dreaded. Why? Because that was the time most of us would have to sell ourselves into a lifetime of slavery to enable our parents to keep their homes. For me it was looming with particular dread.”

Jane paused to collect her thoughts and then continued, “It’s obvious, I’m sure, that I’m pretty plain. I’m not very big either — I’m only five feet two — and I was scared to death that my parents would only get a few pieces of silver for my worthless body, not nearly enough for their tax bill.”

She shook her head and tears were beginning to flow. “From my point of view, I was looking at the worst-case scenario: I’m in a lifetime of slavery, but my parents lose their home anyway.”

“But then?” I prompted as she seemed to stop.

“Then Queen Kate happened!” she replied joyously. “Now, I’m actually looking forward to my birthday.” Then she lowered her voice and whispered, “My parents are laying on a big birthday party for me. It’s supposed to be a surprise, and I don’t want to spoil it for them...”

“Do you have a boyfriend?” I asked.

“Charley Simpson,” she replied. “He’s sitting fourth from the left on the bench over there.” She indicated a good-looking dark haired young man. “Charley’s joining the army when we graduate from school in June. I’ll see him while he’s serving, of course, and we hope to get married when he gets out.”

“Is he good in bed?” I asked.

“I don’t know how to answer that question,” Jane replied. “His cock is utterly magnificent! I’m not sure how he’ll be able to get it in me.” Then she grinned and added, “But since I’ve learned how to deep-throat him and take him in my mouth up to his balls, I guess I’ll do okay.” Then she added, “His cunt-eating is utterly out of this world!”

“I’m confused,” I stuttered. “You don’t know if he’s good in bed, but you take his cock in your mouth and he eats your cunt. But don’t you... ? I mean...”

“Don’t we fuck?” she interjected. “No, we don’t. I’m still an unpenetrated virgin, and Charley’s never been with a girl, either.”

“But...” I stammered. I was hopelessly confused.

Jane gave me the cutest grin I’ve ever seen and said, “That’s Queen Kate, too. She’s sort of a one-woman sex education course in Essex. She meets with all the high-school girls, and she’s really neat. She tells us how wonderful it is to be clean and pure for our husbands on our wedding night. She say’s it’s like breaking in a new car — whatever a car might be.” She looked puzzled for a moment, then just shook her head and continued, “She told us how wonderful it was when she and Bill were married and he entered her virgin pussy for the first time...”

“But she was prostituted, I thought...” I interjected.

“She was,” Jane answered matter-of-factly. “But notwithstanding, she was a virgin on her wedding night.” She paused and thought for a moment, then continued, “Let’s face it, Mattie: Kate is beloved by God Almighty. And for God to restore her virginity is no big deal, is it? And let’s recognize another thing: God answers her prayers with monotonous regularity.” She paused and then said, “You’ve probably seen it, too. As incredibly beautiful as she is externally, it is a fraction of her internal beauty and grace. That woman just radiates goodness. I guess it inspires us, too.”

Then she grinned and continued, “Of course, she’s realistic, also. So she’s the one who taught us how to really suck cock. She’s given us pros and cons of all sorts of positions for making love. Working with us individually, she counsels us on makeup, hairdos, clothing styles ... everything! And Charley tells me that King Bill is doing the same thing with the guys now, too.”

“What does he tell them?” I asked.

“According to Charley, the primary thing he stresses is the importance of physical conditioning. He says that any girl who’s been coached by Kate is going to be a man-eater. So being in top physical condition is a matter of pure survival,” she said with a grin.

Then she snapped her fingers and added, “Golly! I forgot the most important thing of all. It’s something Kate’s constantly stressing to us, and Bill, to the guys: Concentrate on creating the greatest possible pleasure for your mate, and you will increase your own at the same time. You can’t lose in that game.” With the loveliest smile she added, “I guess I forgot to mention it because for all of us girls that idea is just solidly embedded in our brains. We just take it for granted that that’s the way we have to behave.

“But to your question, I adore the woman who saved me from a life of slavery, and taught me how to be a loving — and very well loved — wife!” Turning to her friends she asked, “Do any of you want to add anything?”

“I sure do!” exclaimed a lovely girl with light brown hair and big brown eyes. Her name was — not surprisingly — Sandy. “Jane, you didn’t say a word about Princess Julia! And you sure can’t leave her out.”

The girl focused her eyes on me and continued, “Julia’s sort of our own age ... and she’s just so neat! You should see her with Bill Morrison. And we sure have! After all, Kate can’t be everywhere, so Julia drags poor Bill in to use as a demonstration vehicle in giving blowjobs and in eating pussy.

“The funniest thing I’ve ever seen was Julia lying on a mat in the gym with her legs spread wide while she’s giving a blow-by-blow account of Bill eating her. Then when it was all over, and she had cum gallons — poor Bill’s face was covered with her luscious syrup — she carefully licked it all off and then just melted her lips to his. It was the neatest thing I’ve ever seen.

“And bodies? Good grief! The two of them are utterly magnificent together. And poor Bill! When she kissed him, we could all hear the bells and see the electricity flowing between them. And her body is as good as Kate’s and Bill is a younger King Bill. Those two are just so perfect together.”

Sandy stopped for a moment to organize her thoughts, then continued, “I guess it’s the physical and moral perfection of those two that is so incredibly attractive. And when Bill had to leave, Julia remained — still naked, of course — and gave us all pointers on physical conditioning. She says there’s absolutely no excuse for a girl not to be attractive. Of course, none of us are close to her bodily perfection, but with her encouragement and counseling, I guess all of us are at least twice as attractive as we were just a few months ago. Julia focuses on our doing as much as we possibly can with what God has given us.

“Take me, for example. In a one-on-one meeting, Julia had me strip and then just stand there. My first reaction was to cover my tits and pussy, but she slapped my hands away while she just inspected every inch of my body. Finally, she just nodded her head and gave me some instructions. For instance, I had a very hairy crotch which I sort of liked as a sign of womanhood. Julia just pointed out that the hair would just get caught in the guy’s teeth when he’s eating me out. ‘And besides,’ she said, ‘the guys just love it when they can see your love juices dripping from a bare pussy.’ So, if you can imagine, she had me lay down on my back on a table with my legs spread wide so she could shave my pussy.