A very short story.
Target audience mostly for women who like to feel in control but others may like it too.
Imagine you are the female sovereign of a small country in the days of the big hoop skirts. You are giving a audience to your subjects who are complaining about their problems or looking for some favor from you. The room is crowded and warm. You are seated on a throne without a back because you are wearing a big hoop skirt. The truth be told, you are more than a bit bored by it all because it seems to be the same complaints and favors all the time.
So to deal with the boredom you give a secret signal and a panel in the seat of your throne opens. You don't wear the standard undergarments of the time. Your pussy is exposed to the man secreted beneath you. He begins to lick you slowly. A faint smile tugs at the corner of your lips at the thought of what everyone would say if they knew what was happening. The man is good at his job and has learned exactly what you like. As he licks a warmth grows and your lower lips separate exposing your clit more fully. You begin to get too excited so you signal him to slow down. After years of doing this against his will, he has finally had enough. Instead of slowing down, he speeds up. He sucks your clit hard, fully engorging it with blood. It is so sensitive now that even his hot breath is hard to take. Beads of sweat are beginning to form on your temples. You start to signal frantically for him to stop. He intensifies his efforts. This simply won't do. You have to clear the room or be exposed. You announce, "The audience for today is over." People begin to slowly file out. They have to move faster. You yell this time, "Get out, now!" You can't stand much more of this, you are ready to explode. This is rapidly becoming the hardest thing you have ever had to do. As the last guard is closing the door he looks back in at you. You can't hold it any longer so you scream out your orgasm, "Get Out!!!"
