Lady-Provincial [MF] [Fantasy]

The small silver envelope reads “The Honorable Hayley Swarbrick, SS, JD, MLA.” Hayley picks it up from her desk in the legislature’s wing of Wilmot-Horton Palace, the sprawling building that houses the provincial government. It is from the Office of the Chamberlain of Duke Peter of Wilmot-Horton, and contains a summons to the Duke’s Chambers, at nineteen the following evening.

—-

“Always call him ‘Your Highness,’ and remember that when you’re with the Duke, you should answer any questions he might have. When you’re performing citizen service, it’s easy to see how confidential information could get out, or how inappropriate rumors could be started. As I’m sure you realize, those concerns don’t apply to the Duke.”

“Yes, Ms. Marcroft,” says Hayley.

“Well, Ms. Swarbrick, I think you’re ready for your audience. Thank you for coming early. If you’d like to wait here for a little while, you could catch up on reading or correspondence before going in. Once in the audience chamber, that’s not appropriate.”

“Thank you, Ms. Marcroft. Do you mind if I ask — what’s it like, being in the Duke’s household? Do you often work directly with the duke?”

“Oh, no, Ms. Swarbrick. I’m not in the Duke’s household; I’m on the Duke’s household *staff*. My relations with the Duke are purely professional.”

“As are mine, Ms. Marcroft,” Hayley says a bit stiffly.

“Oh no, Ms. Swarbrick, I do apologize, I didn’t mean to imply that your service was in any way unseemly…”

“Of course, Ms. Marcroft. I realize that members of the staff don’t provide feudal service; that’s the role we have as members of the Legislative Assembly, not yours. But I thought the ‘Duke’s household’ was the name given to his personal staff, as opposed to the government staff.”

“I see. No, the household itself consists of the Duke’s dependents: mainly children and their mothers. The household staff operates the workings of the Duke’s household; we’re not part of it. As for what it’s like to be on the staff… the Duke is at his best in public, and I enjoy most working on state occasions and his visits out among the people. It’s a grand feeling, to be with the personification of the whole community; it’s an opportunity to feel part of something greater than just myself.”

“Yes, I see. Thank you, Ms. Marcroft. I’d better be getting ready for that audience.”

“Of course. I’ll show you to the anteroom.”

—

Hayley enters the anteroom. It is similar to the lounges she’s used to, with a washroom and closet, although here there is no couch for resting. She removes her clothes and puts them and her other belongings in the closet. She puts on a perfectly sheer service robe and, wearing nothing else, enters the audience chamber.

The chamber itself is spacious, with windows with translucent curtains on two sides letting in the evening light. On one wall underneath a window is a small sofa and coffee table. On the center of the wall ahead of her is a king-size bed made up with what appear to be fine sheets; on either side of it are nightstands and, on the wall, hooks for hanging clothes. In one corner of the room, a pair of heavy carabiners hang from the ceiling; in another, a curvy chaise sits on the floor. There are a few framed abstract photographs hanging on the walls. She can see that an adjoining washroom contains a large bathtub and a shower with bench; the wall she came in from has a row of cabinet doors. On the left of the bed, she sees that there is another entrance to the room, and a kneeling stool facing it.

She kneels upon the stool, puts her hands behind her, bows her head, and begins to wait.

And she waits.

Hayley can’t remember if she saw a clock in the room. It would be a breach of protocol for her to be in any position other than on the stool looking downward as he comes in, so she just waits. It’s quiet in the room. For a time she focuses on the emotions in the State Service Office motto: happiness, gratitude, humility. Eventually she just concentrates on her breath: in, out, in, out.

She has no idea how long she has been there when the door opens and she is roused from her meditation. She hears the Duke’s voice say, “Declare yourself,” which she knows is the first part of the protocol.

She looks up now, sees the duke, a trim, medium-height man in his mid-forties with salt and pepper hair. He is wearing a spa wrap covering his lower torso; unlike the ones used in the cribs, this is gold silk with embroidered red scallops, reminiscent of the province’s coat of arms. Giving him a practiced smile, she recites the greeting Ms. Marcroft taught her. “Greetings, Your Highness. I am Hayley Swarbrick, member of the Legislative Assembly for Portsmouth-Harborside, here at your summons. How may I serve you?”

“Hayley, good evening. Thank you for coming today. I would like to fuck you from behind, but first could you warm me up with your mouth?” He sits on the side of the bed.

“Of course, Your Highness.” She rises and approaches him, then kneels again. “May I remove your wrap, Your Highness?”

“Please.”

She unsnaps his wrap and can’t help but notice the fine feel of the cloth. She bends down, kisses his penis and then takes it into her mouth. She moves her lips up and down his penis, using her tongue on the underside. She lightly touches his scrotum with her fingers. After a minute or two of this, he is fully erect.

Hayley says, “One moment, Your Highness, and then I’ll be ready.” She rises and hangs up her robe, and then opens a nightstand drawer and removes a bottle of lubricant. She then turns back toward the duke, kneels again before him, and uses her hands to rub lubricant over his penis, which stimulates him further. When she is satisfied, she puts the lubricant back in the drawer and gets on the bed, facing away from him. She presents herself and looks back at him, saying “I am ready, Your Highness.”

The duke rises and, standing on the side of the bed, enters her from behind; the lubricant does a good job of easing his entry. Holding the curve of her hips, he pulls her to him as he thrusts. He finds a rhythm, pulling her in and himself forward, and then letting go; Hayley feels him slide inside her. After he has been doing this a while she begins squeezing her pelvic muscles between thrusts; at this, the duke issues an “aaaah” and climaxes inside her.

He sits on the bed, resting. “Hayley, if you’d like to make yourself come, feel free.” She looks back at him and decides to treat his offer as a request. She crawls on the bed over to the nightstand and removes a bullet vibrator from the same drawer where she’d found the lubricant. As the duke looks on, she lies on her back and uses the vibrator on her clitoris while, with the other hand, rubbing a nipple. She is aroused enough from their intercourse that it is only a couple of minutes before she has an orgasm; she makes a point of moaning audibly for the duke’s benefit, but the climax is real enough.

After a minute, Haley puts the vibrator on top of the nightstand and dons her service robe. She kneels on the stool and asks, “Your Highness, have I your leave to depart?”

The duke, still sitting on the bed, looks over at her. “Just a minute, Hayley. Please stand.”

She rises. The duke gets off the bed, stands behind her, and puts both his hands on her waist. Then he moves his hands down, feeling the flare of her hips. After a few seconds he walks in front of her. Parting her robe, he holds the bottom of one of her breasts and lifts it, feeling its weight and texture.

Hayley finds this somewhat uncomfortable, but over time examinations of her body have become something she has become used to when providing service. After examining her, the Duke lowers his hands and says, “Thank you, Hayley. You have my leave to depart.”

Hayley kneels once again, gives her practiced smile and recites, “Thank you, Your Highness, for this opportunity to serve your person as I do your dominion. Farewell.” She rises and leaves the way she came.

—

The next week she receives another small silver envelope. This one reads “The Very Honorable Hayley Swarbrick, CSS, JD, MLA.” It is another summons, for nineteen-thirty on Monday evening.

This time Hayley has no need for the protocol briefing, and heads straight for the anteroom. She undresses and dons a service robe. This time she waits in the anteroom, catching up on reading — it is only at 19:28 that she enters the audience chamber and kneels on the stool.

This time the wait is not long before the duke enters and says, “Declare yourself.”

Kneeling on the stool, again nude but for the very sheer robe, she recites her greeting. “Greetings, Your Highness. I am Hayley Swarbrick, member of the Legislative Assembly for Portsmouth-Harborside, here at your summons. How may I serve you?”

This time the duke is wearing a gold silk robe. “Hello, Hayley. It’s not my usual practice to bring someone back so soon. I hope you don’t mind.”

“It is my role to serve, Your Highness.”

“Yes.” The duke sits on the foot of the bed, facing Hayley, and after a moment, says “Please remove your robe and come lie down now.” She hangs her robe next to the nightstand and gets on the bed from the side, near where the duke is sitting at the foot, and lies herself flat. The duke hangs his robe next to hers and sits next to her on the bed. He begins using his fingers to trace circles around one nipple with a hand, while moving the other through her labia, brushing her clitoris lightly.

This has the desired effect: Hayley issues an “mmmmm,” and spreads her legs. The duke takes a finger and enters her vagina just enough to see that it is wet. “Oh, yes, Your Highness, my pussy is ready. Please fuck me now,” says Hayley. The duke moves himself above her, between her legs, and she guides his penis inside with her hand. He moves himself back and forth, in and out. It’s less slippery this time, and it doesn’t take long for the duke to reach climax.

The duke removes himself from her. Instead of resting, he resumes stroking her nipples and intermittently teasing her lower lips. After a while of this he uses a finger to enter her vagina and puts his mouth to her sex, stimulating her vaginal wall with his finger and teasing her clitoris with his tongue. It’s been a while since Hayley got this sort of treatment; it isn’t long before she has a very satisfactory orgasm indeed. She doesn’t move, flat on her back. The duke lies on his back next to her.

“Hayley, I hope that was a good experience for you. It was for me.”

Hayley looks at him sidelong. “Your Highness, unless I’ve misunderstood, it is supposed to be my role to serve you, not the other way around.”

The duke barks a laugh. “Yes.” He sits up against the headboard and looks down at her thoughtfully for a moment. “Thank you, Hayley. Whenever you’re ready, you have my leave.”

Hayley is afraid she’ll fall asleep if she lies there, so she gets up, kneels on the floor, and says, this time in full earnest, “Thank you, Your Highness, for this opportunity to serve your person as I do your dominion. Farewell” — rises, and exits.

—

That afternoon, she receives another silver envelope.

The next morning, Tuesday, at seven-thirty, she is again in the audience chamber, kneeling before the duke, who is again wearing just his wrap. This time, she doesn’t recite the entire protocol. “Greetings, Your Highness. Your Highness, I am here to serve, and I am flattered by your interest. But I don’t believe it’s usual to be summoned this often.”

“No, Hayley. I have something to discuss with you before you provide service. Please have a seat on the sofa.”

“Yes, Your Highness.” She rises and begins walking toward the sofa.

The duke begins, “I took the liberty—” A knock is heard on the door, and the duke calls out, “Come in, Charlotte.” As a young woman dressed all in black walks in with a tray, Hayley stops moving toward the sofa and tries to cover herself with her hands.

The duke notices this. “Hayley, my staff is accustomed to waiting on us in this room. There’s no need to feel shy.” Hayley lowers her hands slowly and sits on the sofa, pushing the thin robe down underneath her as she sits.

Charlotte places the tray on the coffee table and pours a cup of tea. It is Irish Breakfast tea and is accompanied by a strawberry muffin, which is Hayley’s usual morning order from the café in the legislative wing. Charlotte says “Enjoy, ma’am,” and exits the room.

The duke sits down next to Hayley on the sofa and picks up an espresso from the tray, and sips at it. “As I was saying, I took the liberty of ordering some refreshments.”

“Yes, your Highness.” She takes a sip of the tea and nibbles on the muffin. “Please convey my appreciation to your staff for doing their research. Your Highness, you said you wanted to discuss something?”

“Thank you, Hayley. Let me explain. I didn’t just bring you here for my own gratification. I’ve been looking into your history and accomplishments.

“I know you were valedictorian of your high school class and in the top percent of your undergrad and law school classes. I know you were primarily responsible for Sarah Curran’s educational reform measure when you were her aide, and now that you have your own seat, you’ve made a name for yourself in the House, especially in committee work. For someone not yet thirty, your accomplishments are notable.”

“Well, thank you, Your Highness, I didn’t realize you paid attention to such things.”

“Yes, I do. And, although you might think I was mainly interested in your body for my own pleasure — and, to be sure, I find you very attractive and have very much enjoyed our encounters — that’s not the only reason I am interested in you.

“Hayley, as you know, my role as Duke of Wilmot-Horton is to be an avatar of the people of the province, a living symbol of its grandeur and dignity. Your service to me here is, symbolically, the service of the legislature to the people. But I have other duties as the personification of our province. One of those is to use my own virility to represent the vigor and fortitude of the province.

“To me, you seem like an ideal partner for this. Of course, I would enjoy the experience. But more importantly, you would pass down into our child a share of your beauty and intelligence. And also, your body seems well-suited for bearing children. So, I ask you: will you consider having my child, and becoming a Lady of Wilmot-Horton?”

Hayley almost chokes on her tea; she puts the cup down. “What? No! I mean, no, Your Highness. That’s not something I set out to be. It’s very flattering of course but I never wanted to be a mother. My ambition has always been in politics, and I have so much work I want to do, so much to accomplish in government. Motherhood is not for me.”

The duke is taken aback, not expecting such a vehement negative. “I see. Hayley, please don’t make a hasty decision. Think about what it would mean. Bearing the duke’s child gives you a lot of privileges — you’d be part of my household, so you and the child would be guaranteed quarters and mess privileges here in the palace for life, even after there is a new duke. Until the child is grown, the household staff would handle all household and childcare responsibilities, so you could choose to work, or travel, and know that the child is receiving the best of care.”

“Your Highness, I’m sorry, that’s not something I want to do.”

The duke is visibly disappointed. “Well, Hayley, of course, that’s your decision. Perhaps you’ll change your mind; please let me know if you do.”

Hayley shrugs. “Yes, Your Highness. Your Highness, do you still wish me to provide service today?”

The duke thinks a moment. “Yes, Hayley. Please serve me with your mouth today.” The Duke removes his wrap and lies back on the bed.

Hayley rises, crawls onto the foot of the bed and up to the duke’s crotch. After stroking his penis with her hand, she lowers her mouth on it, first kissing it, then taking first the glans and then the whole penis into her mouth. As he becomes erect she moves her lips up and down, squeezing and releasing slightly. She begins to use her hands to stroke his scrotum, his pubic mound, his chest, and back to his scrotum. Using her tongue as he is inside her mouth pushes him over the edge and he ejaculates. Hayley proficiently swallows, then removes her mouth from him.

She gets off the bed and goes to the coffee table and takes a sip of tea and a bite of muffin. Then, she kneels again on the stool. She waits a moment until he seems recovered, and then says, “By your leave, Your Highness?”

The duke says, distractedly, “Yes, you have my leave.”

Hayley says “Thank you, Your Highness, for this opportunity to serve your person as I do your dominion. Farewell,” rises, and exits.

—

That afternoon, she receives another silver envelope, this time a summons for seven-thirty the following morning. So again on Wednesday she finds herself kneeling on the stool in the audience room. Today she returns to the greeting specified by protocol. “Greetings, Your Highness. I am Hayley Swarbrick, member of the Legislative Assembly for Portsmouth-Harborside, here at your summons. How may I serve you?”

“Hello, Hayley. I don’t know if you have had any time to think more about my notion of yesterday.”

“Your Highness, I am very flattered by your belief that I would make a good mother. But that is not part of my plan for my life. I must decline.”

The duke looks at her for a few seconds. “Very well. You may serve me today by getting on top and riding me.” He hangs up his robe and lies back on the bed. Hayley rises, gets some lubricant from the drawer, and sits next to him on the bed, stroking his penis and testicles. After he becomes erect, she applies lubricant to his penis, climbs above him, raises her robe slightly, holds his penis to her cleft, and lowers herself down. She rides him up and down, up and down, and sees that the duke is staring at her breasts bouncing under the robe. She begins to squeeze her pelvic muscles as she rides him, and he climaxes shortly afterwards.

She rises off him and returns to the kneeling stool. “By your leave, Your Highness?”

The duke doesn’t rise or look at her, but says “Wait just a moment, please.”

“Yes, Your Highness.” She looks at him, waiting.

He waits there on his back for several minutes before sitting up against the headboard. After that, they just stare at each other for several moments. Hayley breaks the silence: “Is there another way I can serve you, Your Highness?”

The duke keeps looking at her. “No, I don’t think so, Hayley. You have my leave.” Hayley recites her farewell — “Thank you, Your Highness, for this opportunity to serve your person as I do your dominion. Farewell” — and leaves the room.

—

The next morning, Thursday, when she arrives at her office, there are two silver envelopes. One is a summons for that same evening at twenty, and the other a second summons for the following morning at seven.

Hayley decides enough is enough and goes to see the Speaker, whose aide she had been prior to winning her own seat. She shows the envelopes. “Sarah, can’t I do something about this?”

“There’s just one thing you can do: show up at the Duke’s Chambers at twenty o’clock.”

“Come on. This will be the fourth and fifth times this week. And does he really expect me to come back tomorrow so soon after leaving?”

“Oh, no, that’s the way the duke is letting you know he expects you to stay overnight in the audience chamber. It does mean serving him twice, though, if he wants it.

“Hayley, he’s not mistreating you, is he? No pain, nothing against the protocols?”

“No, nothing like that. It’s just, every day this week. And… okay, this just sounds crazy. He just keeps saying he wants me to have his baby.”

“Oh.Well, are you going to?”

“No! I don’t want to have a baby. I always wanted to be in politics, since I was a girl. My ambition is to be in cabinet, drafting legislation, leading the nation. Raising a child isn’t part of the picture. Sarah, please? Can’t you help at all?”

“All I can do as Speaker is grant a postponement if you have official duties to perform at the same time as his summons, which of course you don’t. You know as well as I do, as long as you’re an MLA, you owe him service.”

Hayley just looks up and sighs.

Sarah says, “Ok, Hayley, for you: I’ll try to talk to him. But it won’t be until tomorrow. In the meantime, go provide service.

“Look, unless it’s changed, the audience chamber is a nice place to take a break away from work — like a little vacation, right here in the city. Take advantage of the spa bath, order dinner from the kitchen. Enjoy yourself.”

Hayley tries to control her frustration. “Thanks, Sarah, for talking to him. In the meantime, I guess I’ll go home and pack an overnight bag.”

Sarah says “Well, at least you won’t need pajamas.”

Hayley is not amused. “Yeah. Talk to you tomorrow, okay?”

“Sure.”

—

Hayley gets back to her office and calls up Ms. Marcroft from the Chamberlain’s Office. Ms. Marcroft briefs her on how overnight service works.

“You don’t actually have to stay overnight if you don’t want to, although it’s usual. You aren’t expected to provide service more than once in the evening and once in the morning. After you provide the evening service, you don’t wait for his leave to go before thanking him, since you won’t be leaving. And don’t finish with just ‘Farewell.’. If you like, you can invite the duke to stay with you overnight by saying ‘Farewell, if you prefer to part until tomorrow.’ He may then stay if he feels like it. Otherwise you just say, ‘Farewell until tomorrow.’ He won’t stay with you unless invited.

“Assuming he doesn’t stay with you, during the night you would have the use of the facilities in the audience chamber — the tub, the washroom of course, and there’s a telephone, computer tablet, and television behind the cabinet doors. You can call out for a meal or drinks from the palace kitchen if you like. One of our staff will bring anything you require.

“Just be prepared to provide service again in the morning. An alarm will wake you thirty minutes before your appointment time.”

“Thank you, Ms. Marcroft, that’s very helpful.”

“Of course, Ms. Swarbrick. If you don’t mind my saying so, Ms. Swarbrick, I think you’d be an excellent addition to the duke’s household. I hope you’ll consider what he has suggested.”

Hayley didn’t expect the duke to have discussed it. “Um, thanks. I need to go home and pack a bag. Thank you for the briefing, Ms. Marcroft.” They say their goodbyes.

—

After going home and packing up toiletries and clothes, she goes back to the duke’s chambers and enters the anteroom. She puts her bag in the closet and toiletries in the washroom, and then undresses and puts on a service robe. At 19:59 she enters the audience chamber.

When she enters the chamber she notices that the abstract photographs which had been hanging on the walls have been replaced by photographs of babies. Very cute babies, smiling and wearing holiday outfits. Hayley is in disbelief.

When the duke comes in and says, “Declare yourself,” she can’t bring herself to say the full greeting. “Greetings. You are not subtle, Your Highness.”

The duke gives a small smile. “Well, it wasn’t actually my idea, but I did agree with it. You have to admit, they are awfully cute. I love all my children, but Bobby,” he points to one photograph, “was especially darling when he was little.

“These are all yours?”

“Yes, they’re mine. I wouldn’t have anyone else’s photos to put up. Anyway, as I said, it’s my responsibility to demonstrate my virility on behalf of the province. It’s not just my ego.”

“Saying that it is not just your ego implies that it is in fact partially your ego.”

“There’s that lawyerly reasoning. Well, of course, it’s gratifying to see myself reflected in so many children, knowing that they will carry on some part of me. As duke it is my privilege to have so many, but this is something that every mother and father feels. Hayley, you could feel it, too.”

“Uh-huh. Your Highness, how may I serve you this evening?”

“Today, Hayley, I think I’d like to use the chaise. I’ll lie on my back, and you straddle me.”

“Yes, Your Highness.”

The duke goes over to the chaise, which is shaped like a two-humped wave — curvy, high at the ends and low in the middle. He takes off his robe and lies on it, with his head and feet high and his lower torso at the center of the low section. Hayley goes to the nightstand, leaves her robe hanging next to it, and brings lubricant back to where the duke is lying. She takes the lube and applies it to his penis, rubbing it and stroking it until it becomes erect. Then she straddles him, knees on the chaise; she guides his penis to her vagina and lowers herself down on it. Her face is close to his as she moves herself up and down; they stare into each others’ eyes while she rides him. The duke reaches for her breasts, and lightly and strokes the undersides with his fingers and her nipples with his thumbs. She moves faster until he reaches climax.

She gets off of him, sits on the edge of the chaise for a moment, then returns to the kneeling stool.

“Thank you, Your Highness, for this opportunity to serve your person as I do your dominion. Farewell until tomorrow.”

The duke says “Very well, Hayley. I will see you then.” He puts his robe back on and leaves.

For the first time she has an opportunity to explore the audience chamber, but she is too worked up from the session with the duke to begin exploring immediately. She finds a rabbit vibrator in the nightstand drawer and, lying on the bed, uses it on herself, stimulating her vagina and on her clitoris simultaneously, holding her legs open. She doesn’t hold back her moans as she reaches a powerful orgasm. Coming down, she has a minor fit of giggles.

Once she is back to herself, she uses the washroom and explores the shower and bath area; there is a full selection of towels, toiletries and bath salts. She then explores the nightstand and the wall cabinets. The other drawers of the nightstand contain additional sex toys, a wedge pillow, and a blanket. The cabinets hide a large-screen television and contain a tablet computer (she finds it is connected to the government network, so she can log in to her legislative account), and a telephone. She picks up the telephone, and a voice says, “May I help you, Ms. Swarbrick?”

“Yes, I’d like to order dinner. Is there a menu?”

“We share a kitchen with the legislators’ dining room, ma’am, so you can look that up on the tablet there in the room, or if you’re familiar, you can just order.”

She orders her usual grilled chicken salad and glass of white wine, and sits on the sofa. She turns on the television and watches a panel discussion of the latest electoral results in Helenia province. When there is a knock on the door, she realizes she’s wearing nothing, and then decides to just go with it. “Come in!”

A young man in all black enters and sets her dinner on the coffee table, studiously ignoring her nudity. “Do you need anything else, ma’am?” he asks. Hayley says no and he leaves. She eats her salad and drinks her wine. She calls for the tray to be cleared and decides to take a bath. She fills up the bath and gets in, trying out the jets and different bath salts. She sits in it for a while, enjoying the feeling, before draining the tub and rinsing herself off in the shower. She sees that while she was in the bath, her tray was cleared and the vibrator taken; she finds a clean one in the drawer. After drying herself off she goes to the bed, gets under the sheets, turns out the lights, and falls asleep.

—

The next morning she rises with the alarm, and she becomes aware of the cute photos once again. Pushing thoughts of babies away, she turns off the alarm, uses the washroom, showers, and comes back out to don her robe and kneel on the kneeling stool just in time for the duke to return at seven.

“Declare yourself,” says the Duke.

“Greetings, Your Highness. I am Hayley Swarbrick, member of the Legislative Assembly for Portsmouth-Harborside, here at your summons. How may I serve you?”

“Good morning, Hayley. Let’s do something easier this morning — let me lie down in bed and you can give me a hand job.”

The duke lies down, and Hayley kneels by the side of the bed. She proceeds to first kiss his penis and then rub it with her hands, up and down, squeezing with her fingers. The duke reaches out to stroke her hair as she does it. After a while she decides to try it with lubrication, so she gets lube out of the nightstand and applies it to her hands before using her hands again on his penis. This stimulates him further and it isn’t long before his back arches and he comes, the semen spurting on her hands and robe.

Hayley gets a towel from the washroom and wipes the lube and semen from herself. Then she kneels on the stool and says, “By your leave, Your Highness?”

“Just a minute.” The duke sits up in bed. “Hayley, I respect your ambition and desire to live your life on your own terms. But I also have to do my duty, do what I believe is best not for you, or for myself, but for my province and my people. I hope you’ll understand that.”

“Your Highness, again I am flattered, but I am not planning to have anybody’s baby, including yours.”

“Yes, Hayley, you’ve made your feelings clear. For now, you have my leave.”

Hayley returns to the protocol. “Thank you, Your Highness, for this opportunity to serve your person as I do your dominion. Farewell.”

—

The speaker is on the phone as Hayley marches into the Speaker’s office, angry and frustrated. The Speaker cuts her call short as Hayley empties a full box of small silver envelopes onto the desk.

“Hayley, you can’t just…. Um, how many are there of these?”

“I lost count; at least fifty. I didn’t read them all but it looks like they are overnight summonses for the next month, straight. A month! Sarah, please tell me he can’t do that!” She plops herself into a chair.

“Well…” she picks up one of the summonses and reads it. “It seems to be in order. I don’t honestly know what can be done about it. Parliament isn’t going to remove the duke from office over this, and that’s really the only check on his power to compel service from a sitting officeholder.

“I did talk with Duke Peter. He’s convinced that you’re the ideal person to carry his child, for some reason I never did understand fully; I think he just likes you. I tried to convince him that he could find somebody else who would be happy to do it, but he wouldn’t budge.

“So you basically have three choices: resign your seat in the legislature, agree to his demand, or try to outlast him. I’m sorry, Hayley, I just don’t see what else you can do.”

Hayley closes her eyes and balls her fists in frustration. “I just can’t believe he can do this.”

Sarah goes over to Hayley and leans down, giving her a hug. “I’m so sorry.” She sits on her desk and looks down at Hayley. “I know you’ve always wanted to be in government. If you do decide to resign, I’m sure we can find a position for you here on the legislative staff. But I wouldn’t recommend it. It’s unlikely you’ll be able to ever get back in politics again if it comes out that you resigned because you didn’t want to provide service, even though this is a crazy situation.”

“I guess I’ll just have to try to outlast him. I mean, there are worse places in the world to spend a night than in the chamber, and you know, the duke’s not bad in bed, all things considering. But twice a day, every day, in addition to my citizen service obligation? My vag is going to get worn out.”

Sarah laughs. “I’m sure your vag won’t wear out faster than his dick. Honestly, he’s in his forties, how long can he keep this up?”

“Well, based on the last week, I’m not taking bets.”

Sarah sighs. “Buck up, Hayley. I’m sorry I don’t have any good alternatives for you: sometimes the only way out is through.”

Hayley just shakes her head in disbelief. “I just can’t believe I’m going to have to do this. I mean, I always knew about service, I always knew that my political career would involve my body. And I like sex as much as the next girl. But… damn.

“Thanks, Sarah. If you think of anything, let me know.”

“I will. Good luck.”

—

In the audience room, Hayley is bent over the edge of the chaise, her head down toward the low center of the chaise, as the duke thrusts into her from behind.

—

Hayley and the duke sit in the spa tub, jets foaming, as Hayley alternately fellates him underwater and, when she raises her head to breathe, fondles him with her hands and feet.

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Hayley holds onto the straps and sits on the seat of a swing, which hangs from the carabiners on the ceiling of the chamber. She holds her legs around the duke, pulling him in as he pumps into her.

—

The shower running, the duke sits on the bench as Hayley kneels on the floor, taking his penis in her mouth and stimulating it with her tongue.

—

Hayley lies back on the bed. The duke pushes himself into her as he holds her legs wide apart with his hands. He lifts her up slightly as he thrusts.

—

Three weeks after she receives the box of summonses, Hayley is visited by the Speaker. Sarah asks how she is doing.

“I’m doing OK, actually. Providing service to the duke isn’t boring, at least; he’s imaginative, and I usually get off in the evening after he leaves. And the audience chamber is comfortable, and it’s pretty sweet having the duke’s staff wait on me like that. But it’s a lot, doing it twice every day. The Privy Council knew what they were doing when they selected him, he’s definitely got the vigor they were looking for.”

“Well, I guess I’m glad you’re doing OK. I haven’t thought of anything to get you out of this.”

“Yeah, I’ve looked into this too. Apparently, the classic solution to finding yourself a duke’s favorite is to invite others into the room at the same time, diverting his attention from any one woman. But this situation won’t be solved that way. I’m trying to look at the bright side. I have free access to the duke’s wine cellar…”

“You know, that’s the thing I never understood. You’ve always had a lot of ambition, wanting to get in cabinet. I always figured you’d wouldn’t stop until you were prime minister. So it surprises me that you haven’t seen how becoming a Lady of Wilmot-Horton would help you. Becoming a lady-provincial may not give you any direct political authority, but it gets you a lot of attention from the press. You become a celebrity, and that can help build a following, which translates to support at the ballot box and from other legislators, too. When you said that being a mother would interfere with what you wanted to accomplish in politics, it seemed like you hadn’t considered how being a mother of a duke’s child could actually make it easier to accomplish those things.”

Hayley takes a moment to take this in. “You know, I hadn’t really thought about that. I just kept thinking of the time it would take, having to take care of a baby the way my mother had to do. I know it’s a lot easier now that it was when my mom did it, before the new motherhood support laws were put in place. And now lots of women are mothers without sacrificing their careers. But for me it always seemed like a distraction. I never wanted that kind of domestic life. But come to think of it, there are two ladies-provincial in the federal cabinet, and Lady Macindoe was the premier of Beatricia, some time back. I never thought about how their status helped push them along.”

Sarah says, “Yes, it did. Hayley, you know I’m your friend, and I don’t want you to do anything that would make you unhappy. And if you really feel that motherhood is something you don’t want to do, then you shouldn’t. It’s not something to take on lightly. But I think you should reconsider.”

—

Eighteen months later, Hayley holds little Sophie to her breast. Sophie feeds for a while, then has had enough and starts to bawl; Hayley burps her and Sophie falls asleep in Hayley’s arms.

Hayley takes Sophie out of her chamber and to the rooms where the nannies care for the children of the duke’s household. She hands Sophie over to one of the nannies, along with some milk she’d pumped. “Katie I’m heading over to the legislative wing; I’ll see you this evening.” Katie takes Sophie and puts her in a bassinet.

Hayley walks through the palace over to her office. She sits down at her desk to go through the mail.

The two small gold envelopes read “Her Grace, Lady of Wilmot-Horton Hayley Swarbrick, OSS, JD, MLA.” They are from the Office of the Chamberlain of King Jeremy, and contains two summonses to the the Royal Palace: one for next Thursday evening and another for the following morning.

Hayley doesn’t know whether to laugh or cry.

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