“Prick” by Marie Lecrivain
This is a piece from Lecrivain’s Grimm Conversations. Read the interview about the book here.
“Hello, my dear.”
“Hello M. Here’s your lunch.”
“Oh, thank you. And you included a pickle. How thoughtful you are.”
“I thought you’d like that.”
“No gold plate today?”
“No. I’m sorry, M. The royal dinnerware is being refurbished at the royal goldsmith’s. I brought you a sterling silver plate. “
“That’s all right, dear.”
“So, can we continue my lesson today?”
“Hmm… I’m not sure. I’m a little tired today.”
“Please? I want to be able to surprise my subjects.”
“Well, you know, it’s not expected of you.”
“I know, but I’m tired of having everything done for me and being watched all the time. I’m sick of rounded corners and padded walls. I’m tired of using chalk and worn pencils and safety scissors. I have no friends. I have handmaidens. My father won’t let me be seen by the court. How am I supposed to rule a kingdom if I can’t feel anything? Life isn’t supposed to be comfortable, is it?”
“No, my dear. It’s not. But remember: you are royalty.”
“I’m royalty who has never had a bruise, scab, or any kind of pain, short of menstrual cramps.”
“Are you sure you want to do this?”
“Yes. I do.”
“All right. Take off your lovely gown while I finish this pickle.”
“What are we doing today?”
“Excuse me? You know that is not the way to address me.”
“Yes, Mistress. I’m sorry.”
“That’s better.”
“Thank you, Mistress.”
“I see that you are still wearing your corset. How did you like it?”
“I love it, Mistress. I love how the stays press into my ribs when I try to bend over. The little breaths I have to take to keep the pain at bay… ohhh… it’s wonderful!”
“Now, bend over. Ahh… what a lovely bum you have.”
“Yes, Mistress. Oh! Ow! That smarts. Thank you, Mistress.”
“What do you say?”
“Thank you, Mistress. May I have another? Oh!… Oh!… Oh! …Thank you, Mistress!”
“That’s better.”
“Mistress, may I kiss your boots?”
“What is the magic word?”
“Please? Oh, please, Mistress. May I kiss your boots?”
“You may.”
“Mmm… Thank you, Mistress… Mwah… Mwah… Thank you.”
“That’s enough, my dear.”
“Yes, Mistress.”
“Sit up. Put your hands at your sides.”
“Yes, Mistress.”
“You are such a pretty thing and so willing. How old are you, my dear?”
“Nineteen years today, Mistress.”
“Happy Birthday, my dear. I have a special present for you.”
“You do?”
“I do. It’s a gift fit for royalty. Would you like to see it? Close your eyes. Now, hold out your hands.”
“Yes, Mistress.”
“Here it is.”
“May I open my eyes?”
“Yes, dear, you may.”
“Thank you, Mistress. Oh… what is it?”
“It’s a scepter, my dear. Do you like it?”
“I’ve never seen one, except for Father’s. This one is so different. It’s so firm and soft at the same time.”
“This is a scepter for a queen. Would you like to know how to use it?”
“Oh, yes please, Mistress.”
“A scepter for a queen is not to be wielded like a club. A queen’s scepter is to be treated with love and devotion. It contains great power. Power that can be contained -within you.”
“How would I do that?”
“I will show you. You must do as I say.”
“Yes. Mistress.”
“Good girl.”
“Will I have to eat it?”
“No, not unless you want to.”
“It’s a trifle large.”
“That’s only your imagination, dear.”
“How can I use it?”
“Just do as I say and let your instinct guide you.”
“Yes, Mistress.”
“Now, lay down… Good… Take the scepter in your hands. Stroke it, run your hands over it. Good… Slowly… slowly… make it feel like it’s a part of you.”
“Mistress, this feels nice.”
“Good, my dear, very good. Now, bring the scepter to your lovely lips. Give it a kiss, a gentle kiss. Good. Very good. Give it another kiss. And, another. Good. Open your mouth. Open wide. Let your tongue explore the tip. Good. Very good. Now, put a little bit of the scepter into your mouth. Enclose you lips over it. Good, my dear. Take in some more… a little more… a little more…”
“Mmm…”
“Yes, dear. That’s right. Take in as much as you can, but don’t swallow it. Now, slowly pull it out of your mouth, and suck in it in again… slowly… in… and… out… in… and… out… in… and… out… deeper… deeper… in… and… out… slowly… this is the source of your power… you love your power… in… and… out…”
“Mmm…”
“Yes, my dear. I can see you’re a natural. Now, remove the scepter from your mouth. It’s nice and wet, isn’t it?”
“Yes, Mistress.”
“Are you nice and wet in your other place?”
“Yes, Mistress.”
“Good. Now… take your scepter and rub it between your breasts. Such lovely breasts you have, my dear. Touch the scepter, roll the tip around the right breast… slowly… feel the power… Yes, that’s very nice… very good… now, the left breast… good, very good. Remember, my dear. Men rule with their fists. Women rule with their wiles.”
“Oh… Oh… Yes… Mistress.”
“My dear, you’re blushing.”
“I’m sorry, Mistress. I don’t mean to.”
“Don’t apologize, my dear. You look lovely. How do you feel?”
“I feel so good, but I feel like I need to – ”
“Need to what, dear?”
“I don’t know. I feel like I need to… to… caress myself with the scepter, between my -”
“Ahh… I knew it. Good. Your lesson is done. Give me back the scepter.”
“No, please, Mistress. It’s mine! Please don’t take it from me.”
“You’re too impatient, my dear, too eager. I don’t think it’s the time for you to learn how to wield your scepter. Give it back. Right now!”
“Please, Mistress, please, let me keep it. I’ll do whatever you want.”
“Hmm… I don’t know. I may have to tell your father about this. He wouldn’t be pleased.”
“Please, Mistress. Don’t tell him! He doesn’t need to know. I’ll be good; I will. Please don’t take away my scepter.”
“Let me think about it.”
“Please, Mistress. Please.”
“All right, my dear. But, you’ll do exactly as I tell you. No protests, no complaints, even if I decide to stop your lesson.”
“Oh, yes, Mistress. Thank you.”
“Now, lay back down. Good. You have such a lovely body, my dear. Pick up your scepter again. Hold it in your hands… stroke it… good… your scepter is warming up to you, isn’t it?”
“Yes, Mistress.”
“Now, hold onto the scepter with your right hand. Tweak your nipples with your left hand… Quickly… just the tips… Good, just like I taught you. Good!”
“Oh! Oh! Oh! This feels so good, Mistress. Mmm… thank you! Oh…”
“Yes, my dear. Don’t forget the other breast.”
“Ooh… Ahh… Oh…”
“Excellent, my dear. Your nipples are at attention. Such lovely little rosebuds they are. Like mine used to be.”
“Thank you… mmm… Mistress! Ohhh… mmm…”
“Now, caress your torso. Run your hand up and down, gently, slowly… good… very good… such smooth skin you have my dear… lovely… now… spread your legs… wider… wider… good… Oh, my dear… how lovely you are.”
“Do you think so, Mistress?”
“Yes, my dear. Here, let me kiss you… mmm… You smell so fresh, so lovely… mmm…”
“Ohh! MMMISTRESS! OHHH! OHHH GOD! OHHH!”
“Do you like that, my dear?”
“Oh… yes… Mistress… that felt so wonderful… I’m so wet!”
“I know, my dear. Here, let me kiss you again… mmm…”
“Oh! Oh, gods! Oh!”
“Not so loud, my dear. You don’t want the royal handmaidens to hear.”
“Oh… I’m so sorry, Mistress… I just… it feels… so… good!”
“I know. Now, take your scepter and move it between your legs. Slowly… slowly… yes… that’s it… Stroke your secret place with the scepter… You’re getting wetter, aren’t you?”
“Y-yes, Mistress!”
“Do you remember what I told you about how a queen must keep her scepter contained within her?”
“Y-Yes, Mistress.”
“Then, here is how you are going to – Wait. Stop. Stop that right now!”
“Mistress?”
“Stop. Did I tell you to do that?”
“No. B-but, Mistress. It feels so right. I can’t help myself.”
“Yes. You can. You are royalty. Don’t abuse the scepter’s power, or I’ll be forced to take it from you.”
“Oh, please, Mistress. I’m sorry.”
“This is your last warning. Do exactly as I tell you. Understand?”
“Y-Y-Yes, Mistress.”
“Fine. Now, take the scepter in your left hand… Yes, good girl. And now, with your right hand, find your nub… like I showed you… Good… take the scepter and press it against your nub… Yes! Exactly like that, yes! That’s exactly right. Good! Rub against it, meld against it… good… good… Spread your legs a little wider, my dear. I can’t see your glory… Excellent… Oh, my, how deliciously wet you are.”
“Oh… Mistress! I… I… I… want… I … want…”
“Arch your back… there you go… good… press… press harder… harder… harder… oh… my. It’s getting warm in here…”
“Mistress… Ahh… Ohh… Mmm… Ohh!”
“Good! Very good, my dear. You’re positively drenched. Good. Now, are you ready?”
“Ooh!”
“Good! Take your scepter… tease your opening… that’s it… Good, push it in a little… just a little… good… very good…. how does that feel?”
“It.. oh… it… hurts… oh… The pain… Ahh!”
“Good. You love the pain, right?”
“Y-y-yess… M-m-mistress…”
“Arch your back a little more… good… push the scepter in a little farther… good… good… let your body adjust… oh, my dear… you face… you look so beautiful… Now push it all the way in… Push!”
“But… Mistress, it hurts! I – it hurts!”
“Now, do it! Do it Now!”
“Oww… Ahhh… Oww!”
“Wonderful, my dear! One prick of the spindle, I mean, the scepter, and my work here is done!”
