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The ClockWork Collar, or The Princess of Al-ben, a kink-bingo mini-story in 25 (27) parts. Part 27

First: The Collar (LJ)

Previous: Pretend (LJ)

She played out the game with her master as the mechanism did its work. When it wrapped around his throat, she ramped up the roleplay, groaning and writhing as he narrated whipping her.

“Princess.” His eyes opened, and his words came tight and raspy. “You really are, aren’t you?”

“I really am.” There was no place more suited for that admission than here. “And you really are the Lord Daran.”

“Why are you wearing a slave collar?”

She rested her hand on his wrist, while his breathing labored and caught. “To be caught, of course.”

“To…” She had to lean in. “To catch me?”

“To catch you.” She nodded, as his eyes closed. “Yes, master.”

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The ClockWork Collar, or The Princess of Al-ben, a kink-bingo mini-story in 25 (28) parts. Part 26

First: The Collar (LJ)

Previous: Whipping (LJ)

“That’s it, lord. Be there.” The needles were piercing other places on his body now, not just his fingers. The little grunts he made told her how much it had to be hurting. “That’s it. You’re whipping the Princess. Why?”

He had trouble focusing on her face. “Because she… you ran away from home, Princess. You were naughty. Bad.

She groans, as if the lash had hit her. “I didn’t mean to be bad, Lord Daran.” She let the next groan trail to a whimper. “I’m sorry.”

“You’re a good girl, Princess Stavanna. When you’re good.” His eyes slipped shut.

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First: The Collar (LJ)

Previous: Princess (LJ)

“Everyone wants to screw a princess, right?”

“…yes, Princess. What is this thing doing to me, Stavanna?”

“It’s using you as fuel. Look at me, Lord Daran. That’s it. Tell me what you’d do to this naughty Princess.”

“You’ve bypassed naughty, I think.” He twitched, but the bonds just tightened. “Princess…”

“Play the game, Lord. What will you do to me?”

“I’ll take the horsewhip to you.” His voice broke, and he recovered. “I’ll tie you to the bed again, and whip you. Whip you until I drew blood. Until you cried.”

“And then?”

“Whip you just a little more.”

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The ClockWork Collar, or The Princess of Al-ben, a kink-bingo mini-story in 25 (28) parts. Part 24

First: The Collar (LJ)

Previous: A Pinch (LJ)

“There you go, my Lord. Now. Now, remember what you called me?”

“I’ve called you a lot of things.” His voice held real fear.

“I know you have. But right now, we’re talking about The Princess of Al-Ben.”

“Made-up. Everyone knows she vanished. Everyone wants to fuck royalty.”

“She vanished.” Stavanna nodded. “And right now, you are going to call me princess. And I am going to call you the Lord of the Springs.”

He paled. “Let me out of this.”

“I am yours, my Lord. But you are powering the Mechanism right now.”

“Stavanna…”

“Princess, Lord Daran.”

“Shit. Princess.”

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The ClockWork Collar, or The Princess of Al-ben, a kink-bingo mini-story in 25 (27) parts. Part 23

First: The Collar (LJ)

Previous: The Throne (LJ)

“Blood.”

Her master turned a little pale. Stavanna found this intriguing.

“Just a pinch, Master, Daran. Just a pinch. But the blood is necessary.” She stroked his hands, until, unwillingly, he opened them out. Another lever, and the mechanism grabbed each of his fingers.

“Necessary? Why?” He wasn’t trembling, quite, but his voice was quavering.

“This machine was made in the dark days after the collapse, Master. It needs fuel.”

He twitched. She kissed each of his fingers in turn, and then again, as ten little needles pierced him. “A soul machine.”

“Yes, master.” Behind him, the Mechanism awoke.

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The ClockWork Collar, or The Princess of Al-ben, a kink-bingo mini-story in 25 (26) parts. Part 22

First: The Collar (LJ)

Previous: A Game (LJ)

Stavanna’s Master sat in the brass-and-copper chair, his hands resting lightly on the armrests. “It’s almost a throne.”

“Indeed. It was sent here as a throne. I’m not surprised they locked it away.” Stavanna pulled three more pieces from her bracelets, and grabbed the first of the levers. “Without the keys, of course, it does nothing.”

“And with the keys?”

She turned one key, and pulled the corresponding lever down. “It does quite a bit. A second key, a second lever. The restraints clamped shut.

“Princess…”

“It’s just a little pain, my lord. A very little blood. Just a little.”

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The ClockWork Collar, or The Princess of Al-ben, a kink-bingo mini-story in 25 parts. Poll 14

previous: The Mechanism

“And if I sit?”

“Then we will play a game, and I will show you the Mechanism.”

“And if I don’t?”

“Then we will play a different game.”

“Then I will sit.” His smile was crooked and very wry. “I trust you.”

next: The Chair

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The ClockWork Collar, or The Princess of Al-ben, a kink-bingo mini-story in 25 (26) parts. Part 20

First: The Collar (LJ)

Previous: Messy (LJ)

The Prince did not know the Mechanism was there. Of that, Stavanna was certain. If he’d known… things would be different, in one of a dozen ways.

It took four components of her bracelets to open the door. She was glad she didn’t need any of the tricks in her collar; she didn’t want her Master to know about those tricks yet.

Inside, the door closed behind them, the Mechanism glimmered and shone. A chair… nominally. A crank, several levers…

“What is it?”

“It is the most beautiful creation in all the world. And the most deadly. Will you sit?”

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The ClockWork Collar, or The Princess of Al-ben, a kink-bingo mini-story in 25 (26) parts. Part 20

First: The Collar (LJ)

Previous: From Here (LJ)

Content warning; ew.

In the times that followed, if she thought about that time at all, she thought of it as penance for her outburst –

– and that was how she thought of tying up the man, Daran, who owned her, beating him, humiliating him, as an outburst – penance, or another step in her eventual goal.

She tried not to think of it at all. She cleansed him, and then he made her dirty. Dirty, all over. Filthy.

And then he cleaned her, as carefully as she’d cleaned him.

And then, in the heart of the Prince’s castle, in the heart of her enemy’s territory, she took him to meet the Mechanism.

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The ClockWork Collar, or The Princess of Al-ben, a kink-bingo mini-story in 25 parts. Poll 13

Previous: Cleaning (LJ)

He stroked her arm. “You will. And then, I think, we will have a little fun.”

She shuddered. “What sort of fun, Master?”

“Daran. And… hrrm.”

He studied her for a moment. “Since we’re in the bath anyway, or since we will be…”

He didn’t look angry, that was the thing. “Yes Daran.”

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