All characters depicted are 18+. This story contains kink-related content.

The knight’s armor clattered as he climbed the dilapidated tower, pausing only to listen for the flapping of the fearsome dragon’s wings. Halfway up, he surveyed his surroundings, deducing that if he failed his mission there would be no aid for him. He didn’t care though, he had just one thing on his mind: the princess.

It was well-known that the royal family had only one son, a beautiful young man. He would be spotted performing his royal duties on rare occasions, his luscious blonde locks and lithe figure the talk of every young woman. Otherwise, he kept to himself and hardly made public appearances, not being seen for prolonged periods of time. Presumably this was to ensure his safety as the king and queen wanted to keep their lineage safe. But…rumors made their way around this lesser-known part of the kingdom that there may be another member of the royal family. Specifically, a gorgeous young woman was occasionally spotted in the area around this very tower…a woman who might be the princess.

Stories got around that she would be seen on odd occasions flouncing about in dazzling gowns and garb in empty fields, an oddity in this remote corner of the province. One account spoke of getting close enough to call out for her, and when she turned, her face was the spitting image of the Queen! But before this person could confirm who the woman was, a ferocious dragon swooped in and took her away to the tower!

Now, people kept away from the tower due to the beast’s presence, but news eventually got to the knight that a long-lost princess may be in distress. Ser Dashington is not a famous hero or anything. It was a surprise that he even made it to knighthood, you’d be able to swing a sword in the gap between his ears. But he did become easily fixated on tasks, which helped him in his journey thus far.

Dashington grasped for the window ledge, the singular point of entry he could spot from staking out the tower. For days, he would hide in the nearby forest, taking note of the dragon’s habits and flying routes. Occasionally, he would spot the mysterious woman, peering longingly out of this window. Dashington’s heart skipped a beat every time he caught a glimpse of her. Long, blonde hair fluttering in the breeze, pink dresses shimmering in the sunlight…and metal bonds as well. Yes, once he caught the light bouncing off steel affixed upon her hands, around her neck, and occasionally around her presumably soft lips, Dashington knew he had to save her. A damsel must not be kept in bonds!

And he was going to save her because that’s what heroes do. As quietly as his large metal frame allowed him to, he rolled into the window. Once on solid ground he looked around. The dragon was clearly guarding the princess, but someone else must be keeping her here. Maybe she was stolen from the royal family at birth by an evil wizard? Kidnapped by goblins? Perhaps she was being kept here on purpose in order to keep the kingdom within the male line?!? Whatever it was, Dashington would figure it out.

With his eyes adjusted to the dim light, he spotted various nefarious devices around the current room. He was disgusted. Phallic devices made of different materials and designs lined the shelves, sizes ranging from fairy-like to monstrous! He gulped, wondering what kind of monster was using these tools to violate the princess’ chastity.

Shaking his head, he tried to focus on the task at hand. Unfortunately, there were so many distractions in the form of bonds, torture devices, and items that belonged in a red-light district lying about. After several minutes of pausing, Dashington spotted a staircase. Not wanting to give himself away, he made the difficult decision to doff some of his armor before making his way up the steps.

Slowly, he ascended to another room with stained glass windows, which seemed impossible because they weren’t visible from the outside. Clearly magic was at play here. He gasped as the soft pink room contrasted against the darker dungeon below. Bright white and pink furniture bulged with colorful, sparkly, and soft dresses, intimates, and other clothing. A vanity held a water bowl, lined with expensive glass bottles, and makeup. Plush animals littered the room. But most importantly, in the center of it all was a massive four-poster bed decorated with flowery linens, a fuzzy pink blanket, and lined by pink drapes.

Sleeping soundly in the bed was the princess. Dashington couldn’t breathe, lost in her beauty. She slept so soundly, her soft chest rising and falling in a steady rhythm. Her face was precious, her makeup highlighting her feminine features and her pink, glittery lips hinting at a sweet nature. Her blonde locks fell to her shoulders, a princess’ tiara upon her head, confirming her status. Respectfully gazing down her body, Dashington tried not to stare too longingly at her chest, but focused on her lavish gown. Embroidered with pearls, the gown was another piece of evidence for her identity, no other woman could afford such an extravagant piece of art!

The pink silk hugged her frame, until it reached her hips at which point it gave way to an open hoop skirt of frills and ivory poofs. Blushing, Dashington could see that her open hoop skirt also left her undergarments on display. He kept his gaze from lingering there, instead focusing on her stockings and shiny heels. He longed for her but shook his head, remembering that he was a hero, not a creep. And it was the rest of what the princess was wearing that helped him remember this part of his being.

Her legs were held together by steel chains and anklets. Her arms were similarly being held behind her back. Padlocks peeked out here and there, one obviously binding her within a corset. Her neck had a collar encasing it, with the word “Princess” spelled out maliciously. Finally, the thing he could stand the least was separating her luscious lips. A steel gag was inserted between them, clearly to prevent her from crying out for help.

Angry at whatever fiend was holding her hostage, he felt he could wait no longer. He attempted to rouse the princess as softly as he could, not wanting to frighten her. After a few minutes, he thought that she must be in a magical slumber, as no one could sleep so soundly in such bondage. And that’s when it hit him.

Stories like this always involved true love’s first kiss. “That’s it!” Ser Dashington thought to himself. Seeing various signs of magic in the room, she must be under a curse whenever the monster behind this was gone. He needed to kiss her to wake her, and then they’d ride out of here happily ever after. Brilliant!

Pushing aside her gorgeous blonde hair, Dashington bent down to kiss the princess on her gag-parted lips. Lost in how soft they felt, along with how wonderful she smelled, he lingered for what seemed like an eternity. He was in bliss!

In the middle of the kiss, he opened his eyes. He could see she was stirring! Her eyes fluttered open, staring at him…and then her eyes grew wide before she began thrashing, screaming behind her gag.

Dashington jerked backwards, trying to calm her down. “Woah there princess! There is no need to fear anything, for I am here! I am Ser Dashington, your savior, your knight, your-” He had a hard time focusing as the princess continued to thrash about and make muffled noises behind her gag. Afraid of her hurting herself, he attempted to remove the gag. He was hoping for a thank you in the form of a soft, girlish voice but…

“What the hells are you doing here?!?” she screamed…in a huskier voice than he was expecting. Confused, Dashington could only watch as the princess managed to free her hands and arms from her bonds…much more easily than he expected. Sitting up, she glared up at him, fumbling with the steel trapping her legs.

“Why the hell are you in my vacation- How did you get past Jeffrey- How did you know I was here- WHY THE FUCK WERE YOU KISSING ME?!?” It was then that her eyes grew wide as plates, before her hands moved swiftly to her panties.

Blushing, Dashington turned around as he realized what she was doing. “Uhh, princess, I don’t think that’s appropriate for your station…”

“SHUT UP! Nononononono! The stupid curse! It’s not supposed to happen this way! I’m not into chastity!!!!” Dashington turned around, as the princess flopped backwards onto the bed, in obvious distress.

“Don’t worry my princess, whatever this monster has done to your chastity, I will make sure they face just-,” he was cut off as the princess regained her angry composure, sitting up again.

“No you moron, not my chastity! The magical cage on my business!!!” she screamed at him.

“Umm, I’m sorry?”

“You dolt. I. Am. Not. A. Princess. I’M THE PRINCE!” He heaved a heavy breath as the knight’s two brain cells worked overtime.

“…Wait. You’re…not a princess? Then…By the gods!” Dashington looked around the room, trying to make sense of what was happening before feeling the gloss upon his lips. “You were kidnapped and forced to dress like some sort of sissy?!?”

“NO YOU IDIOT! I come up here whenever I want to blow off some steam. I like dressing up! But my parents say that crossdressing is unbecoming of the next King, so whenever I can, I use our most remote summer properties, transport all my gear and wardrobe, then let myself go for however long I want. Jeffrey, our pet dragon, is supposed to keep all of you idiots away. Especially after the last time someone got too close and almost caught me!”

Taking the chains off his legs, he threw them at Dashington, and started pacing the room.

“No one is supposed to be able to come up here, it’s too far away from the castle, and the dragon should scare everyone off! So I can dress up how ever I want, play with my toys, and enjoy a good bondage session. The locks are magical, so I don’t have to worry about getting trapped in them. Except for this magical pink cage that is now keeping me from enjoying what I like the most!” He stopped pacing, pointing at the bulge within the frilly panties.

Dashington mouthed an “Oh”, before asking, “Umm, so why can’t you just…take it off like your other…gear?”

“BECAUSE OF YOU! You kissed me! That activates the chastity spell! Y’know that stupid tale of true love’s first kiss? Well, my puritan ancestor thought it would be a great idea to place a spell upon our bloodline that prevents us from having premarital sex. It activates in the presence of a kiss between anyone and a member of our family. Specifically, if a man kisses someone, the one being kissed, presumably a woman, would be placed in chastity until they were married. But because you kissed me, the spell put me in chastity until we get married!”

Dashington stared at the prince, who was red with anger. It took him a minute to respond, “Wait…we have to get…married?”

“YES! That’s the only way to remove this stupid cage! So I’m going to have to get dressed, as a fucking princess, head back to the castle, explain what happened to my parents, and probably send out a missive explaining how I’m dead but we found my long-lost twin or something.” He said this as he began undressing, this time the knight was too dumbfounded to look away. His feminine figure was enhanced by the corset and padding he was wearing, more obvious now that Dashington understood the truth. He was even able to spot the seams on his breastplate under his frilly white bra.

“Uhhh, wait. I…understand what I’ve done…but what if…I don’t want to be married to…you? No offense, I’ve been with my fair share of uhhh, soldiers but…” He blushed, fiddling with the chain that was thrown at him.

The Prince paused, sneering up at the knight as he pulled up another lavish, pink-and-white gown, this one covered in ribbons and bows. “Because if the man, or kisser, goes back on his promise bestowed by the kiss…he dies. And I get stuck in chastity. So if you back out after you kissed what you thought was a sleeping princess, I will keep you in my bondage chamber below until you say ‘I do!’. Got it?”

Dashington gulped, nodding his head. As soon as he finished dressing, the Prince made his way to the stairs. On his way down he called out, “Hurry up! I’ll call Jeffrey. Oh! And just so you know, whatever you thought would happen with a princess should be forgotten. I’m a top, so grab one of the smaller fairy sizes for that thick booty of yours, you’ll need the practice.”