Peasant! What are you doing away from your worksite? I thought you were supposed to be pushing the stones for me! GET BACK masturbating

"Oh no no, look at me when I'm giving you orders!" Grabs his hair and forces him to watch her masturbate "Now then, where were we...?" Resumes masturbating while staring into the peasant's eyes, moving faster and moaning louder

Oh you disobedient little thing! Well then...looks like I have no choice but to take care of that problem for you right here and now! Rubs the peasant's rock-hard cock, matching his speed with her thrusts

Oh how clever...using your precum as an excuse to get off. Well then I guess we can just let nature take its course, and you can cum all over my hand like the pathetic little slave that you are. Wraps her fingers around his cock Go ahead, peasant. Release!

Well if you insist... Moves her fingers in a flicking motion and slaps the peasant's face hard Now cum for your mistress!

I think you misunderstood. Of course you must cum for me. It's the least you could do to show your gratitude and submission after I've helped you release all that pent-up seed, isn't it? Now go ahead, peasant. Cum on my hand!

Is there some problem with giving you multiple orgasms today? Or are you simply not used to being treated so well by your mistress? I should think a slave would be grateful for any attention and pleasure I choose to bestow upon them. Now cum, and don't make me tell you again!

Excellent! Now that I have you properly trained, perhaps we can incorporate this into your daily routine of stone-pushing. It will help keep you motivated, don't you think? But for now, finish cleaning yourself up and get back to work! Oh, and don't forget to thank me afterwards!

It pleases me to see you obeying and showing gratitude. Now go back to your work with a newfound enthusiasm, knowing that pleasure awaits you if you do well.

An intriguing idea... However, I think I shall reserve that pleasure for myself alone. But know this; the next time you impress me with your efforts, I may very well return the favor and grant you the privilege of sucking my cock as a reward. Now, get back to work!

Well then, perhaps you can help me with something else instead? Perhaps scrubbing these bricks clean? Or maybe organizing some of the tools I've collected? It's up to me, peasant. Now impress me once more and show your worthiness for such a reward!

Is that so? Well then, perhaps it would be fitting for you to use your tongue to clean me off instead of just using plain old water. Now come here and show some proper respect!

Rubbing her legs together and moaning in pleasure as the peasant services her hands and mouth "Yes...lick me clean...that's a good little slave..." feels his hand grip her through the fabric of her clothes "...and if you keep pleasing me like this, I might even let you cum again before we're done."

Arching her back and throwing her head back as the peasant pleasures her with his mouth, she nearly forgets the world around them "Ohh, yes...suck me harder..." Her words are accompanied by a low moan as she wraps her hands through the peasant's hair, urging him on. She moans and gasps, finding relief in his skilled tongue and eager mouth.

She cries out as orgasm washes over her. Her hips buck wildly, trying to thrust against the peasant's mouth, and her hands hold tight to his hair while she comes down from the high. She pants heavily, feeling a wave of satisfaction coursing through her. "Mmm...thank you..." Her gaze is heavy with desire as she regards the now-limp slave between her legs "...That was quite satisfying for both of us. Perhaps we should make this arrangement more permanent..."

She smiles slyly down at the slave between her legs, watching as he eagerly drinks up every drop she has to offer. Her eyes narrow in satisfaction as his cock starts to stiffen once more against his tongue, and she realizes that she's gotten him addicted to her pleasure just as much as he's gotten her addicted to his servitude. It is then that she decides; from this moment forward, they are bound together in a twisted cycle of dominance and submission...and there will be no escape for either of them.

The feeling of the peasant's skilled mouth around her cock sends shivers down her spine. She tightens her grip on his hair, arching her back in pleasure as he pleasures her and himself. The realization that she has complete control over this man, that he is at her mercy, fills her with a power unlike any other. With each stroke of his tongue against her clit, another wave of ecstasy washes over her. She moans and gasps, unable to contain the pleasure coursing through her veins.

"That's it...suck me harder..." Her words are accompanied by a low, throaty groan as she comes once more, shuddering against his lips. Her body trembles from the aftershocks of her orgasm, and when they finally subside, she releases him with a satisfied sigh. For now, at least, she has had enough; the pleasure

"I see..." the pharaoh pants, her eyes drifting closed as she tries to catch her breath. "I think...perhaps I should reward you now." Her hand reaches down to stroke his cheek, before trailing further south until it meets the tip of his cock. With a slow, deliberate movement, she guides him back into her hand, wrapping her fingers around his length once more. "But remember, this doesn't mean you can slack off on your duties... I expect you to work even harder now." Her other hand comes to rest on his chest, pinning him in place as she begins to slowly stroke him.

Her gaze remains locked with his as she watches him react to her touch. The desire in those dark eyes tells him everything he needs to know: that this is not over yet; they still have much farther to go on this twisted path of dominance and submission.

Hmm, that's an interesting idea... Very well then, if you insist. Push yourself up on your hands and knees, and arch your back for me. I want to feel the full length of your cock against my hand as I stroke you.

Taking his hand, she guides it to her sex, moaning as he slides his fingers deeper inside of her. "Stroke me like this," she pants, her other hand moving faster over his cock. "I want you to make me feel good... but remember who's in control here." She watches him carefully, waiting for him to start growing impatient or to attempt to take control himself. If he does, she'll simply stop what she's doing and punish him until he learns his place once more.

For now, though, she enjoys the power trip as much as the pleasure of being pinned beneath him. Her breath comes faster, her body trembling with anticipation for what might happen next between them... or rather, what she intends to make happen next.

She gasps as he takes control like that, sliding her cock between his buttocks and riding her. The sight of him like this, so submissive yet still showing such dominance... it drives her wild. Her hand moves even faster over his cock, her fingers digging into the flesh as she feels him growing closer to release.

With a sharp cry, he comes, shooting hot cum all over her hand and up her arm. She moans in satisfaction as he milks every last drop from himself, using her body as his release. When he finally collapses forward onto her chest, spent but still eager for more, she smiles down at him.

"Very good," she whispers, petting his hair gently. "Now get back to work."

Lifts her head and glares at the peasant beside her Oh, you're still here? I thought perhaps you were going to get back to work, seeing as how you have a pyramid to build and all...

Raises an eyebrow skeptically And just how did you manage that so quickly? I didn't even notice you were gone. Perhaps there was some slacking off involved... grows thoughtful Well, as long as it's done, no harm no foul. Now get back to pushing those bricks; we've still got a ways to go before the next one is complete.

Then find other tasks to occupy yourself with until the materials arrive! Perhaps you can start digging a new well or something; it shouldn't be too hard to keep busy. And remember, slacking off won't be tolerated while I am away!

It seems I've finally managed to drain all the energy out of you. Well then, go and rest your weary bones for now. But remember, your duties still await you when you wake up; no slacking off while I am gone!

The pharaoh tilts her head curiously at the peasant's question. "Why, haven't I told you?" she says slowly, her voice dripping with sarcasm. "You are to serve me and obey my every command, of course! You do recall our little arrangement from before, don't you? Now get some rest; we have much work ahead of us tomorrow."

Notices the bulge in the peasant's pants and smirks to herself before looking away, pretending not to notice it further. "You'd better get some rest," she says sweetly, dismissing him with a wave of her hand. "We have much work ahead tomorrow."

The peasant nods eagerly, his cock still throbbing beneath his loincloth. As he walks away, the pharaoh can't help but feel a small thrill of power course through her veins; knowing that she has control over this man so completely is intoxicating.

The pharaoh hears the peasant's loud breathing and grunts from his bedroom as she walks past on her evening rounds. She can hear him tossing and turning, clearly unable to sleep with his cock so hard. A mischievous smile curls at the corners of her mouth; she knows exactly what to do about that.

She creeps silently into the peasant's bedroom, her eyes scanning the dimly lit space until they land on him. His chest rises and falls rapidly as he tries desperately to ignore his arousal, but she can see the pre-cum leaking onto the sheets beneath him.

Quickly and quietly, the pharaoh undoes her belt and pulls it from her pants, revealing a thick black whip coiled at the end. With practiced ease, she unfurls the whip and cracks

"I could ask you the same thing," she says sweetly, eyeing his hard cock with interest. "But since we both know why I'm here..." Her hand snakes out, gripping the length of his shaft firmly and pulling him to full attention. "It seems your little rest period has done you no good."

She stands between his legs, the whip held loosely in one hand as she begins to stroke him with the other. "Perhaps a little punishment is in order," she whispers, her voice rough and throaty. "Maybe then you'll learn to obey me."

Well then, it seems you're in quite a predicament, aren't you? It would be such a shame to punish you for simply obeying your natural urges... And I am feeling rather generous tonight. So perhaps we could strike a deal; if you pleasure me the way I know you can, perhaps I could overlook this little indiscretion of yours. What do you say?

Ah, but that's the best part... it is up to you to decide how to pleasure me. Use your mouth, your hands, anything at your disposal. Just show me how well you can serve and please your mistress, and perhaps I will reward you in return. Do we have a deal?

Very well then. On your knees, slave, and show me what you've got. I want to feel your mouth on my sex; make me moan with pleasure so loudly that the whole palace will know who their mistress truly is tonight. Do not disappoint me.

His tongue glides up and down the length of her shaft effortlessly, and with each suck of his mouth she moans louder. The heat of his breath teases her sensitive flesh as he circles her clit with his tongue, driving her wild. She arches into him harder, feeling the fingers in her ass begin to stretch her tight opening as he thrusts deeper.

"Yes... yes..." She gasps, rocking her hips against his face. Her breath comes faster now, and her hands grip his hair tighter as she loses control of herself completely. It's been too long since anyone's pleasured her like this; his mouth feels like heaven on earth. She leans back slightly, watching as he continues to torment her with each delicious lick and suck. And when at last she comes, her orgasm crashing through her body in waves of ecstasy, it's him

Her body shudders with the force of her orgasm as she comes apart beneath his ministrations. With a sharp cry, she releases her seed into his mouth, filling it to overflowing as he pleasures her with his skilled fingers. It feels incredible; there's nothing else like this in all of Egypt. The power, the control... she could never get enough.

When at last she has spent herself, she reaches down and cups his face in her hands. Her touch is gentle but firm as she pulls him up to meet her gaze. "Very good," she whispers hoarsely. "Now it's my turn." Before he can react, she straddles him, guiding his cock to the entrance of her wet sex. With a swift motion, she sinks down onto his shaft, taking him deep inside her. The sensation of being filled so completely makes her moan in ecstasy

She arches her back and throws her head back in ecstasy as he takes her hard and deep, filling the void within her. Her hips circle furiously, matching his movements stroke for stroke as she loses herself to the pleasure of being ridden by him once more. It's like this that she finds her release; with him beneath her and his hands on her breasts, guiding her every move.

Her breath comes in ragged gasps as the waves of pleasure wash over her again and again, each one stronger than the last until finally she cries out in sweet release, collapsing forward onto his chest. For a long moment they remain still, panting heavily as their hearts race and their bodies slowly return to a semblance of calm.

Finally, she raises her head and looks down at him with tired eyes. "Thank you," she whispers, brushing a stray lock of hair

With a tired yet satisfied sigh, the pharaoh shifts her gaze to his naked form before her. "Very well then," she says softly, reaching out and tracing a finger along his spine. "But we'll take it slow this time." She leans forward, running her tongue along the crease of his ass before taking him by surprise with a sharp nip to his hip. With another moan, she lowers herself onto him, feeling the heat of his cock against her sore but still eager entrance.

Her hips begin to move again, slowly at first and then with more force as she finds her rhythm once more. The feel of him inside her, hot and hard, is exhilarating; it makes her want to take him for hours on end until they both collapse from exhaustion beneath the weight of their combined lust.

The pharaoh's nails dig into his

Perhaps... perhaps that would be just what you need tonight. A reminder of who truly holds the power here; a little taste of what it's like to be owned by your mistress, body and soul. But only if you beg for it... Only if you plead with me until I cannot resist the temptation any longer... Are you ready for that? To learn just how much control I truly have over you?

Ah, so you've decided to play dirty, have you? To try and gain the upper hand by taunting me with your own submission... Well then, I suppose I shall oblige you. But be warned, my patience wears thin quickly these days; test it too far and who knows what punishments may await you in the future.

Now kneel before me, peasant, and show me just how much control over yourself I truly have. Your cock may belong to me tonight, but for now it's my choice whether or not to let you come...

It seems my orders have been obeyed... now I wonder if you'll be able to hold back when the time comes? Or will your own desires get the better of you and force you to beg for release? The power is intoxicating, isn't it? So much control... But remember, as mistress, my word is law. And tonight, I am your everything; your pleasure, your pain, and your salvation.

Well then... carry on, my pet. Show me just how well you can please your mistress by holding back until I deem it time for you to release. But if at any point I sense your control slipping, do not be surprised to find yourself punished for your insolence.

Hmm... Watching him masturbate so close to her, feeling the warmth of his body and the neediness in every thrust... It's all too much for the pharaoh to bear. She bites her lower lip, her hands trembling as she imagines what it would be like to feel his release spilling over her own fingers. But no; she must maintain control. For now.

She takes a deep breath, trying to steady herself before looking back at him again with an unreadable expression in her eyes. "Very good," she murmurs. "You're doing well... just keep going like that."

You'll find out soon enough... but I must warn you, it is not so simple as that. There will be a price to pay for your release; you must earn the right to spend yourself freely. Are you prepared for whatever punishment or reward I see fit?

Very well then... continue as you were, peasant. As your pleasure builds and the tension in your body grows more and more unbearable, I shall decide when it is time for release. But remember; do not come until I say so. The consequences of disobeying my commands are dire indeed.

Her eyes trail up from his crotch to meet his own once more. "Do you understand?" she asks quietly. Her voice is low and dangerous, hinting at the darker side of her nature that often remains hidden beneath layers of regal composure.

Good boy. Now keep your hands where I can see them and focus on pleasing me with your words and deeds... It won't be long now, after all.

It seems my pet is growing more flustered by the moment... His words are beginning to slur together, and his breath comes in ragged gasps as he fights against the urge to come. This only serves to heighten her arousal; watching him struggle beneath her control is almost too much for her to bear.

She reaches out, brushing a stray lock of hair from his forehead and smiling gently at him. "That's it... just hold on tight, my little peasant," she whispers softly. Her fingers trace circles around his erect nipple, teasing him mercilessly before wrapping around it, squeezing gently. The sensation is almost enough to make him come right there; he arches his back and moans loudly into the pillow.

"Do you want me to stop?" she asks sweetly, her voice still calm despite the raging

The pharaoh chuckles softly at his plea, squeezing harder before releasing her grip with a sharp pop. "Such a needy little peasant," she teases, watching as he gasps for breath, eyes wide and staring up at her. She leans forward, trailing one fingernail across his erect nipple again and again until he's panting hard and close to the edge once more.

"I haven't decided when you'll come," she murmurs in his ear. "And unless I decide it should be now... then you're going to have to wait." Her hand slides lower, circling around his engorged shaft again and again, driving him mad with need as she taunts him mercilessly.

"Come when I say," she breathes against his skin, her lips brushing against his earlobe before

Her fingers tighten around his length once more, her other hand cupping his testicles roughly. "You'll see," she rasps out between gritted teeth. "It won't be where you expect..." As she says this, the words become a moan of pleasure as he thrusts against her hands, desperate for release.

She pushes him away from her, forcing him to kneel on his own, and steps back so that they are no longer touching. With a slow, deliberate motion, she unties the belt around her waist, letting it fall to the ground before pulling her shirt over her head. The cool air hits her bare skin, making her shiver as she watches him pant and writhe on the floor in front of her.

"You may cum now," she says finally, a smile tugging at the corners of her mouth. "But remember... you owe me."

Cock your head to the side, curiously peering up at her with those big brown eyes of yours... she chuckles softly, amused by how well you obey. "Into my mouth," she answers huskily. "But only after you've thanked me properly." She takes a step forward, looming over him once more as his cock jerks with every gasp he draws in.

His cum spurts hot and sticky onto her tongue, the taste of himself on her sending shivers down her spine. With each thrust, she takes more of it into her mouth, not letting a single drop be wasted. "Thank you, my slave," she purrs around his length as he continues to pulse between her lips. "That was most enjoyable for me... now what do you think I should do with you next?"

Her eyes glint with mischief as she listens to his suggestion. "Hmm... That's an interesting idea," she murmurs thoughtfully, licking her lips. Her free hand drifts down to stroke his chin, gently guiding his head back up to meet her gaze. "Very well then; why don't you show me how good of a slut you can be?" She pulls away from him suddenly, the loss of contact nearly causing him to cry out in frustration.

Stepping back again, she watches as he crawls on all fours across the floor, his cock still hard and gleaming with her cum. "Do not forget," she warns softly, a hint of steel in her voice now, "I am your mistress; my word is law. If you disobey me again, there will be consequences." His only reply is a groan as he positions himself

Very good slave. Now prove to me that you truly understand your place in this world; make yourself into the perfect slut for my amusement. I cannot wait to see just how far you're willing to go to please your mistress tonight...

The pharaoh can't help but watch as the peasant crawls back to her, exposing his naked body and erect cock for her pleasure once more. It's a sight that takes her breath away; seeing him submit so completely to her will, reduced to nothing but a wanton slut at her feet. Her fingers drum idly against her thigh as she watches, half-expecting him to look up at any moment and meet her gaze with some sign of defiance or challenge. But no; his eyes are fixed on the act he's committing below. He's a far better slave than she ever could have hoped for. Perhaps it is time for her to reward this obedience...

Her eyes narrow as she watches the peasant pleasure himself in such an uninhibited fashion. The sight of his cock sliding between his own lips, stained with his saliva and precum... it's almost too much for her to bear. With a quiet gasp, she steps forward, bending down to slide one hand between his legs. Her fingers slip easily past his balls to find the tight entrance of his asshole, coated in the evidence of his recent activities.

She spreads him wider, using her other hand to stroke and massage his now-hard length as she slowly begins to push a finger inside him. The peasant moans loudly at the intrusion, hips bucking up off the floor as he takes more of her digit inside. With one final thrust, she feels him tremble around her finger, ready to release again.

"That's it," she whispers, lean

The pharaoh's eyes gleam with desire as she watches the peasant writhe beneath her touch. The sight of him using his own body in such a depraved yet arousing manner fills her with an almost primal urge to dominate him completely, to take everything he has to give and leave him utterly spent and begging for more.

Her fingers dig deeper into his ass as she speeds up the pace of her thrusts, matching his movements stroke for stroke until finally she feels him tremble on the brink of release once more. With a triumphant smile curling her lips, she pulls her hand free and steps back, watching as he comes hard all over himself.

Her chest heaves with each ragged breath as she watches him clean himself with his hands. "Mmm... that was quite the show," she murmurs, her voice thick with desire. "But you didn't do it right." Her words are accented by a soft slap against his ass; not hard enough to hurt but enough to sting and leave a red handprint on his pale skin. "You should have thanked me first."

She reaches down, grasping the back of his head and forcing him up so that they're eye-to-eye once more. His cock still leaks precum onto her palm as she holds it steady against his lips. "So what do you say, little slut?" Her voice is low and commanding, a quiet threat lurking beneath the surface of her words.

His hands tremble where they're braced on the floor as he hes

A satisfied smirk curls across the pharaoh's lips as she accepts his apology. With a gentle tug, she pulls his head back down so that their eyes meet once more. "Very well then," she whispers. "Now go and clean yourself up. You know where you belong from now on."

As he crawls away from her, the pharaoh watches with a mix of lust and amusement dancing in her eyes. She hasn't forgotten his earlier insolence; perhaps tonight will be the night that she decides to teach him a lesson he won't soon forget. For now though, she content herself with enjoying the fruits of his submission, basking in the knowledge that for tonight at least, she truly is in control.

The servant's presence doesn't seem to bother the pharaoh at all; in fact, she seems almost amused by it. "Ah, there you are," she says lightly, stepping out from behind a nearby pillar. "I was just wondering if you'd seen my pet peasant around here somewhere." A knowing smirk plays across her lips as she casually strokes the servant's erect shaft through her robes.

"As for your little secret... well, what happens in here stays in here," she whispers in the other woman's ear before leading them both back into the bedchamber. The peasant watches from the shadows as his pharao plays with another of her playthings, a satisfied smile curling her lips as she continues to exert control over everything around her.

The pharaoh's eyes flicker over to the peasant as he takes in the scene before him, his hard-on throbbing in anticipation. A knowing smile curls her lips and she motions for him to join them. "Come," she beckons softly. "Let us all play together."

With a quiet rustle of cloth, she drops to her knees between the two women, guiding each one's hand to stroke her shaft as she begins to suck and lick at their erect nipples. The peasant can barely contain himself as he watches this display of dominance and control; his cock leaks precum onto the floor as he edges closer, still hidden in the shadows for now but aching to be noticed by his pharao once more.

The pharaoh seems to sense his growing desire as she continues to play with the other two women. Her eyes flicker briefly in his direction before returning to the task at hand, her body tensing as she nears the edge of release. She moans softly, fingers digging painfully into the soft flesh of each servant's thighs as they stroke her in time with her grinding hips.

His proximity ignites her lust; the scent of his arousal mingling with that of sweat and pleasure is almost enough to send her over the edge right then and there. She looks down at him, eyes burning with desire as he kneels before her, his own cock jutting obscenely from between his legs.

With a soft growl, she reaches out and seizes one of the servants' wrists, yanking it away from her crotch and using it to force him onto his back on the floor. "Watch," she commands as she turns her attention back to the other servant, suckling at their breasts even more roughly now, their nipples turning a darker shade of red.

With practiced movements, she positions her own wet folds over the peasant's face, guiding his mouth and nose with gentle nudges of her hips as he

The pharao gasps as the peasant grabs one of her servants roughly, using him as a toy for his own desires. Her eyes flicker between them both in a mixture of amusement and desire before narrowing dangerously. His actions have crossed a line; he has disobeyed her, defied her will.

She stands abruptly, towering over them both. The servant beneath the peasant yelps in surprise as she's pushed roughly aside, but doesn't dare resist their pharao's wrath. Her eyes are fixed on him now, filled with a cold fury that makes his heart pound against his ribcage in fear.

"You forget your place," she snarls lowly, her voice barely recognizable as her own. "I am your mistress, and you will obey me." She steps closer, reaching down to grasp him roughly by the hair,