Kate Middleton's New Assistant 10

Kate was usually happy to see a line of people waiting to greet her, but not so much today. Not only was she was being distracted in the most devilish of ways, but she had spent most of the morning hogtied, locked in the spare room, while the rest of the household got ready to go out. Kate couldn't complain to much, as it had been partly her idea. She had realised recently that delaying the inevitable orgasm was one way to make it far more intense for her. And so, she allowed her assistant and her husband to hog tie her and shut her in the spare room for an hour before they went out. When they let her out, she had 30 minutes to get ready, it was all a bit of a rush.

And now Kate finds herself in Westminster Abbey, a little overwhelmed and a little sore. She had to choose a dress that hid the rope marks on her wrists. She wore stockings that just about concealed the marks around her ankles. She had picked an incredibly elegant white lace lingerie set, from her favourite lingerie brand and she felt incredible.

There had been a catch though, as she climbed into the back of the Range Rover to leave home her husband had ordered her to bend over his lap and hike up her dress. She devilish smile on her assistants face as he closed the door behind her made her a little worried.

Kate got into position and the car rolled away. Her husbands hands immediately began to explore her arse and pussy, pulling down her thong to her ankles. It was at this point that Kate noticed the riding crop laid on the seat in front of her, it must be new, she had never seen it before. Her eyes quickly travelled along the length of it and widen as they notice the keeper on the end is embossed with her husbands initials.

Meanwhile, her husband the Prince of Wales was spreading her pussy lips open and plunging two fingers inside his wife. Kate moans, her eyes half closed as she feels his fingers probing deep inside her. With his spare hand, William picks up the riding crop and brings it down hard on Kates firm arse. She lets out a yelp and he does the same on the other cheek, eliciting another yelp of pain from his wife.

He softly runs his hands over her soft skin, Kate doesn't know it yet, but he is examining the print of initials he just left on the princesses perfect arse cheeks. The embossed riding crop making an excellent temporary branding tool. Smiling to himself, William picks up a small bag and empties it onto the seat where Kate can see it.

A small selection of things drop out, a tube of lube, a small remote control and a shiny metal butt plug. William picks up the remote, holding it where Kate can see it, he presses the button and the plug starts vibrating, moving across the seat as it does. Kate swallows hard, its going to be a long afternoon... the best kind of afternoon.

They're already moving through the streets of central London as William applies lube to the plug and presses it against Kates arse. It resists for a moment, then the plug slides inside her tightest hole. She quickly realises that its quite big and rather heavy, heavier than any plug she has used before. Once more William picks up the remote, Kate has barely had chance to get used to the plug inside her before he turns it on and sends vibrations flooding through her tight hole.

"Now, that is level one, it goes up to three, which should be easy enough for you to handle... probably." William picks up the riding crop once more. "The catch...." thwack, the riding crop lands on her arse again, "Is that I will not have the remote." thwack. There are now four bright red prints on her arse, each resulting in a yelp of pain. "Now, make yourself look presentable, we're here."

Kate gets about 30 seconds to get her dress back in place, fit her hat and deal with her thong. She's about to pull it up when William stops her, holding out his open hand. With a deep sigh, she untangles the delicate material from her ankles and heels and passes it to her husband just as the car comes to a stop. The door opens and her assistant, in a suit to match the security detail opens the door for her, he briefly opens his hand to show a remote matching the one William had used to activate the plug.

Slightly terrified, Kate slides out the back of the Range Rover and offers a brief wave to the waiting, but fortunately distant, crowd. She takes a deep breath and walks around to meet her husband. As she walks, the tight dress hugs her body and the looser skirt flows around her legs, caressing her stocking clad calves. It feels divine and she is so very glad that she gets to dress up like this so often.

The butt plug is having an immediate effect, trying to tug its way out with each and every step she takes, exacerbated by the heels. She's glad that she will not be the centre of attention today as they make their way into the abbey. There is a short line of church officials waiting to introduce themselves, as she shakes each hand the briefest buzz of the vibrating plug threatens to overwhelm her. Its intense, her heart is pounding and she is sure the sound of it can be heard over the murmuring crowd in the packed abbey.

The service seems to go on forever, Kate really struggles to concentrate with the large chuck of metal in her arse and the constant sitting and standing doesn't help. When sat down, the riding crop prints on her arse sting and the plug is pushed into her. When she stands, her assistant starts messing with the vibrations and she can barely think. The pattern repeats over and over again. She fakes singing, she tries not to bite her lip as the vibrator throbs away inside her. Its arduous.

As the service comes to an end, Kate is requested to lay a bouquet of flowers on the memorial outside the Abbey. Its not really something she can say no to and she is soon led outside with her husband and handed the flowers by a member of the congregation. As she bends to place the flowers she clenches her arse, praying to herself that the plug will stay in. She pauses for just a moment, almost too scared to stand back up, knowing full well that is the riskiest moment. But years of gym work and millions of squats do not let her down and, to her relief, the plug stays in.

Her assistant, watching from the open door of the waiting car, times a long blast of vibration to match her standing upright. Kate, barely managing to control herself, pretends to wipe away a tear as her eyes roll back in her head. Its not that vibrations in her arse are particularly stimulating, but those vibrations are gently stimulating the rest of her, over and over again, By the time she makes it back to the car, her pussy is soaked, her thighs slipping past each other easily as she walks.

They've been out of the house about three hours and for Kate it feels like its been all day. She's glad to be sliding back into the back of the blacked out range rover. What she wasn't prepared for was the vibrations in her arse increasing intensity as her assistant closes the door. Her husband climbs in and the car pulls away, poor Kate is practically convulsing in the back seat as the vibrating butt plug does its job.

By the time they arrive home she's on the brink of orgasm, the vibrating plug not quite providing enough stimulation to get her off. Her assistant, still in his faux-security suit uniform comes to open the door, but stops her the moment both her feet are on the floor with a firm hand on her shoulder. "Remove your dress and crawl to your bedroom." The instruction itself is almost enough to make an overwhelmed Kate orgasm.

She takes the small hat off her head and tosses it back into the car, then reaches back and unzips the dress, letting it peel away from her tight body and pool around her feet. She stands there for a moment, knowing not to rush at a time like this is an important royal skill. Then gets to her knees and crawls the short way to the front door. Its painful, the stone drive is not designed for crawling.

Her husband is waiting, blocking the open front door. As Kate stops before him, he reaches down and gently stuffs her thong into her mouth before moving to one side and letting her in. She makes her way through their home, a couple of the house keeping staff scurry away with a brief curtsey as they realise they are not needed for the rest of the afternoon.

In the quiet of the almost empty house, Kate can hear the plug buzzing away in her tight arse. She desperately wants to touch herself as she crawls up the stairs, suddenly aware that the two men are following her and playfully arguing over whether they should turn off the vibrator. She reaches her bedroom and kneels at the foot of her bed, her back to the footboard and facing into the room.

The most famous princess in the world is patiently waiting in her bedroom to find out how she will be used. She has been teased and stimulated for hours and she desperately needs release. Now, the two men who can make that happen are stood admiring the sight before them. The flawless makeup, the perfect up do and the expensive, delicate lingerie make for an exceptional sight.

Her assistant is slightly nearer, he pokes his toe between her knees and nudges them apart. Kate obliges and her elegant submissive pose becomes sluttier, spreading her slender legs and revealing her smooth, wet pussy for the two men to see. Her hands rest on her thighs, her legs tucked underneath her. She so desperately wants to touch herself, but she knows she has to wait for permission.

The men are also keen to get started, but know that making Kate wait will make it more fun for everyone. William though is first to make the move, pulling implied rank without saying a word. He steps forward undoing his trousers and pulls out his cock, already rock at the anticipation of whats to come. He tells her to remove her bra and to take the thong out of her mouth, which she does without hesitation.

Her makeup won't stay flawless for long as William takes his cock in his hand and brings it to her mouth. He's never been one to enjoy a gentle blowjob, he gives Kate a moment to get her mouth around the head before sliding his fingers into her intricate up do. He starts with one hand, using it to hold her head still. He thrusts his hips a little, despite his instinct to assert his dominance over his wife, he's gentle, thrusting just a little deeper each time. As he starts to go further into her mouth, his moans fill the room alongside the sloppy sound of Kate sucking on his cock.

Her assistant watches, cock in hand as the future King face-fucks his wife right in front of him, its a sight that will never get old. Kate looks up at her husband, her big eyes practically begging for more. She dares to slide one hand over her thigh, towards her waiting pussy, hoping neither man would notice. As she does, William slides his other hand into her hair and starts to use her mouth to fuck his cock, instead of thrusting his hips.

He's starting to go deep now, Kates lips nearing the base of his cock, her nose almost touching his stomach. WIth both his hands on her head, she can do almost nothing to stop him and the increasingly deep thrusts make her panic just a little.

Kate has almost succeeded in sneaking her fingers to her pussy when she feels strong hands take her by the wrist and pull her arm out wide. Something cold and hard locks around her wrist. A moment later the same happens to the other hand. She would have figured out sooner that she as being cuffed to the foot of her own bed, but her husband forced himself full length down her throat at the same time.

He's rougher now, pushing her head back against the footboard as as he buries his cock into the princesses throat. She can't breathe, he doesn't care. Her assistant is wide eyed and grinning like a cheshire cat as he strokes his cock. William pulls back for a moment, letting Kate take a much needed gasp of breath. Long strings of saliva hang from his cock, clinging to Kates lips for a second before breaking.

She glances at her restraints, hoping that her dress for tomorrow has long sleeves. Then William, his hands still in her hair, starts to fuck her mouth with a sense of urgency and vigour that takes Kate by surprise. Her assistant watches on as he slams his cock into her mouth over and over and over again. It seems Kate isn't the only one that has been waiting for release all day.

It only takes five, nearly six thrusts before William starts to cum. By this point, Kates hair is dishevelled, her makeup smeared and her watery eyes have left streaks down her cheeks. To add to that, William immediately pulls out, grabs his salvia soaked cock and unloads all over Kates face. It's been a while since he came, between parenting and public engagements the couple had little time to enjoy each others company, so his load was huge. Kate felt each and every ream of it as it splattered her perfect face.

William steps back, panting, his trousers still around his knees. He takes a moment to enjoy the absolute work of art before him, a sight seen by so few people and desired by so many. Kate, his wife, the Princess of Wales, is absolutely plastered in cum. Both her eyes are closed, its over her forehead, her nose, her cheeks and streaked through her hair.

While William is busy admiring his creation, her assistant is rummaging through a box of her things. He returns a few moments later with a battery powered wand vibrator. As he familiarises himself with the controls Kates head turns, she knows that sound very well, it's one of her favourite toys. She can feel cum dripping down onto her breasts as her assistant presses the soft head of the toy against her wet pussy lips.

Time feels like its standing still for poor Kate, the release she needs is so near, but the toy is turned off. She feels a hand wipe cum off her cheek and feed it to her, as her lips wrap around the fingers, the toy springs to life. She lets out a deep groan, moaning around the fingers in her mouth as the wand throbs away against her sensitive pussy. It ramps up to full speed, taking her to the brink of orgasm, then all the way back down to barely turned on.

"Don't orgasm, I'll be right back." warns her assistant before walking out, leaving the toy sat on the floor between her thighs. He collects a few things from his room and returns a few minutes later. Poor Kate is a mess now, barely able to control herself, moaning, her head tipped back, so close to orgasm as she humps the wand, but trying desperately to prevent it.

"Good girl." he mutters as he nudges the toy away with his foot and starts to unfasten her wrists. The next few moments pass in a blur for the overwhelmed princess, her husband walks back into the room as Kates assistant grabs her by the hair and drags her to the ground. He manhandles her into position, chest on the floor, arse in the air, resting on her knees. He pulls her wrists to her ankles and locks both into a spreader bar. Its all fun and games until William offers the riding crop to her assistant.

Kate opens her mouth to complain, only for a rather large ball gag to be jammed inside. Her assistant, resting the crop on the floor in front of Kate, fastens the gag in place. He disappears from view, so does the riding crop. She feels him drag the soft tip of it up her spine, to her tight arse cheeks. The view before him is incredible, the princesses arse, framed by suspender straps and stocking tops, full of shiny metal.

He gently taps her firm cheeks with the crop before sliding the end of it over her glistening pussy lips. Without warning he brings it down hard on both her arse cheeks, imprinting her with Williams initials once more. She lets out a yelp of pain with each hit of the crop, the gag does nothing to prevent that kind of sound.

He lays the crop over back, running his hand over the bright red marks on her arse before it makes its way down to her waiting pussy. He slides his fingers through her smooth, wet folds before using his index finger to seek out her clit. Once his finger is resting on it, confirmed by the way her body reacts, his other hand starts to gently tug at the butt plug still vibrating away in her royal arse hole.

William watches on delighted as his wife moans and tries to writhe around, the spreader bar making it very difficult for her to move. This is exactly why he hired their assistant, so he could enjoy watching a professional take his wife to another place.

Her assistant watches as the plug stretches Kates arse hole so wide, she can barely take it. He holds it there, keeping her at the brink of pain but in a world of pleasure, her tightest hole stretched wide, his finger caressing her clit at the same time. For Kate it feels like an eternity, but its barely a whole minute. Eventually, to Kates delight, the plug pops out of her arse, leaving it gaping wide open for a few seconds before it slowly closes.

He drops the plug in front of Kate, letting it vibrate across floor for a moment before turning it off. Then it all goes quiet. Kate can't tell, but out of sight, her assistant is stripping out of his clothes and thoroughly lubing his cock. He takes the riding crop and brings it down hard on her arse once more before tossing it to one side. it leaves Kate whimpering in pain.

Then, he takes his cock and presses the head of it against her tight arse. It shouldn't have been a surprise to the poor princess, but her face was a picture of shock. To make matters worse, while one hand guides his cock into her arse, the other grabs a fist full of whats left of her immaculate up do and pulls her head back so William can see her expression clearly.

He eyes widen as his cock fills her arse, its not as wide the plug was but its much longer. Drooll drips from the bottom of the gag as he slides his cock into her tight arsehole. Kate moans deeply, so does her assistant as his hips press against her arse cheeks, his entire length fully hilted inside her.

If you had asked him five years ago, how he had imagined his career panning out, he would not have imagined that he would be balls deep inside the arse of the Princess of Wales, wife of the future king of England. Yet here he is, releasing her hair, gripping her hips and slowly puling back, watching her arsehole grip his cock as he does.

He thrusts his hips forward, filling Kate's arse again, both of them groaning. He holds it there for a moment, both of them getting used to the incredible feeling. He looks down, taking in the view of her incredible back, her gorgeous hair in disarray, her incredible arse swallowing his cock. He's so ready to cum.

It takes three more thrusts, each one harder and faster than the one before. each one making Kate groan louder. He pulls her back against him and holds him there, tipping back his head and moaning loudly as he unloads inside her. His load is big and he pumps it deep inside the royal arse before slumping backwards, his cock sliding out with an audible pop.

Without any hesitation, William scoops up the plug and presses it back into his wife's waiting arsehole. Poor Kate is once again pushed to the brink of pain as her used arse is filled with the heavy metal plug. William then takes the wand vibrator and places it into her hands before standing back to watch.

It takes a serious amount of effort for Kate to switch the toy on and a lot more, including dropping it twice, to get it so that glorious vibrating head is in position for her to press her pussy against it. She immediately ramps it up to full power, making her arse cheeks vibrate as pleasure surges through her body. She's been waiting for this all day and nothing will stand in the way of her orgasming so intensely her brain switches off.

William, who has picked up the riding crop, has other ideas. Every time she gets close, he brings it down hard on her her arse, alternating from one cheek to the other. Kate almost drops the toy every time and has to get it back to where she needs it, its deeply frustrating for the poor princess. Eventually, once her arse is thoroughly imprinted with Williams initials from the riding crop, he relents and lets her have her moment.

Aware that she is being allowed to orgasm, Kate turns her head so he can see her face. Her hair is stuck to her with cum and drool and tears, her makeup is more than smeared, she is an incredible mess. She's moaning, her eyes half closed, her legs shaking. Her wrists and ankles hurt from the metal spreader bar and the awkward position she is forcing herself into to keep the toy just where she needs it.

But eventually, finally, she reaches the promised land. Her arse clenches hard around the plug, her fingers dig into the vibrator as she presses it hard into her pussy and her body explodes in pleasure. She knew it would be good, an entire day of being teased and used always makes the orgasm better, but she was not prepared for what was about to hit her. With her entire body tensed against the vibrator, she squirts violently, something she has only rarely experienced.

Both the men gasp in shock, her assistants cock almost instantly hardens as he watches Kates pussy erupt in front of him. The noise from her mouth, even though its muffled by the gag, starts low and increases in pitch as the orgasm slams into her body. It goes on and on and on, her muscles tense, then relax as they run out of energy, she holds her breath to begin with, then she's panting hard trying to recover. The plug pops up and down as her muscles spasm, her eyes roll back, then close, her jaw clenches against the gag then relaxes letting drool leak out.

When the orgasm finally passes, she cant move. If it wasn't for the spreader bar, she would be prone on the ground, desperately fighting to get her breath back. her husband plants a kiss on her sore arse, whispers "Good girl" and leaves the room. Her assistant does the same, heading off to shower. Kate is left in the most awkward position, tired, uncomfortable but utterly satisfied

Half an hour later Kates real assistant arrives, the one who manages her life outside of the bedroom, to go through the diary for the week ahead with the royal couple. She sees William in the garden drinking coffee and goes upstairs to try and find Kate. After trying the office she makes her way down to the bedroom, the source of a distant clanking and frustrated moaning. She finds Kate, who has made her way down the side of the bed, trying to bump the key for the spreader bar off her husbands bedside table.

Kates appearance is a stark contrast to how she last saw her, leaving Westminster Abbey, with the attention of thousands on her and looking flawless, every inch the perfect princess. Now she's plugged, ruined and desperately trying to escape. As she hasn't been noticed she takes a moment to enjoy watching her royal employer struggle. It wasn't something she thought would turn her on, but she will be definitely masturbating to this tonight, once she gets some time to herself.

Eventually she takes pity on the princess and makes her way over to her, kneeling down beside her for a moment as the two make eye contact. "Someone has had a busy afternoon..." she hesitates for a moment, does she dare? Of course she does. Kates assistant takes two of her own perfectly manicured fingers and slides them through Kates wet folds before bringing them to her lips and sucking them clean.

The taste of the princesses incredible pussy fills her mouth. She sighs then reaches up and takes the keys to the spreader bar, she smiles at Kate and undoes the lock. Kate, with sore wrists and sore knees lets out a sigh of relief. She lays there for a moment as her assistant stands back up. She's just a little shocked at what just happened. "I'll see you downstairs, you need a shower." She turns and leaves the room, letting a tired Kate fight her way out of the gag and make her way to the bathroom to clean up.

Kate is, as always, shocked at the sight that greets her when she looks in the bathroom mirror. Like her assistant, the last time she saw herself, she looked perfect. Now, not so much. She watches the shower fill the room with steam as it heats up, she's replaying the afternoon in her head, eliciting a little smile and a lip bite at the thought of the fun she might have with her other assistant... she had never imagined she might be even slightly open minded.