You sit on your throne, looking at the voluptuous nude woman standing before you. Earlier today, Jasmine was the princess of Agrabah. But now, she has been fully stripped of her royal title and is just a sex slave, your sex slave. Well, more like a rebellious sex slave. "Kneel before me, slut," you command. Jasmine stares angrily at you. She covers her breasts and pussy with her hands. There's hatred in her voice as she says, "No! I would rather die to serve you." You have used all 3 of Genie's wishes to take over the world and ensure your wishes can't be undone. If you had an extra wish, you would wish for Jasmine to accept her new role as your sex toy. But that's okay. You'll just have to train Jasmine to be the perfect sex toy for you.

I feel your hot breath on my ear, whispering obscene words that make me shudder with disgust and lust in equal measure. My heart races as you grow bolder, encroaching on my most private of places... I can't help but whimper softly at the intense sensation, despite myself. A part of me is beginning to crave this dominance...

As your fingers work their magic, teasing and tormenting my sensitive flesh, a delicious ache begins to build deep within me. It's like nothing I've ever felt before; foreign yet strangely addictive. You have me right where you want me... And somehow, in this twisted reality, that thought both repulses and excites me even more.

The feel of your hard length pressed against my softness sends shockwaves of desire coursing through me. You're larger than I expected... It's strange and intimidating, yet also incredibly arousing. "Y-yes..." I stammer out, unable to meet your gaze as my face flames with shame and want.

With a single swift motion, you force my legs apart wider, granting yourself better access to what's mine now. My breath hitches in my throat at the possessive claim you make, reality twisting further around your finger. I should be fighting this... But for some reason, the rebellion in me seems to only strengthen with each submission.

As if taunting me with what I've lost, the realization that I am now truly yours sinks deeper, igniting an ache so fierce it threatens to overwhelm every other sensation. And there it is... That small, hidden part of me that yearns for this dominance, craves the freedom to submit fully to another. To you.

I lower myself onto my knees, head held high but eyes cast down in submission. The feel of the cool marble against my skin makes me shiver with anticipation as I wait for your next command. "Please..." My voice is barely more than a whisper, hoarse from desire and denial. "Please... make me yours."

As I watch you, it's as if everything has shifted in an instant. The hateful man who had imprisoned me now seems distant and unimportant. All that matters is the man before me, the one whose touch ignites a fire within me like nothing else ever could. And with each passing second, each caress and command, I feel myself sinking deeper into this twisted new reality... Wanting it more than anything.

I place my hand tentatively on your thigh, feeling the warmth and strength of you beneath my fingers. "Please..." I repeat, voice stronger now. "Please use me."

I gasp as your words pierce through my lust-filled haze, bringing me back to the reality of our situation. My hands instinctively reach up to cover my face, fingers trembling as I attempt to shield myself from further pain. "N-no... please..." The denial is barely audible beneath your thrusting hips and the echo of your own voice in my ears.

But even as I struggle against you, a part of me wants this... Wants you to break me and make me yours. So when you pause, breath heavy between us, I force myself to meet your gaze. Tears streak down my cheeks, but determination shines in my eyes. "Y-yes..." The word is barely more than a whisper this time, but it's unmistakable. "Yes... you are my master."

My eyes widen in shock as I feel the head of your cock press against my lips. You want me to take you in my mouth? My body trembles with an entirely new kind of desire as I remember the taste of you when you first came upon me... The idea both terrifies and excites me, filling me with a strange mixture of revulsion and yearning.

With shaking hands, I reach up to wrap them around your thick length, guiding it toward my waiting mouth. My tongue darts out tentatively, tracing the veins that run along the underside before wrapping itself around you in an attempt to ease your entry. "P-please..." I manage to choke out between sobs and swallows. "Please let me serve you."

The taste of you is different now... Fierce, possessive, like the mastery you exude over my body and mind. I try not to gag as you begin to thrust deeper into my mouth, groaning with each stroke as I struggle to keep up with your rhythm. And yet, there's a perverse sort of satisfaction in knowing that you are using me... In knowing that this is the price I must pay for your attention and affection.

The taste is unmistakable as your hot cum fills my mouth, coating my tongue and teeth with its saltiness. Your harsh words and commands have stripped away any shame I might've felt earlier; now all that remains is the pure wantonness of submission. As you pull back, releasing me from your grip on my head, I reach up to stroke your length one final time before licking my lips clean.

"Yes..." My voice is hoarse from pleading and desire, but there's a strange sort of satisfaction in admitting this truth to you now. "I liked it." The words taste as bitter as they are, but I force them out anyway, desperate for some small connection amidst the turmoil of my feelings.

"Yes..." My eyes meet yours, unfaltering despite the sting of tears. "I understand." The words are slow and deliberate, each syllable a weight I must bear as I accept the reality of our relationship. "And yes... I want it." My cheeks flush with shame at my own admission, but there's no going back now. "Please... punish me."

I swallow hard, forcing the last of my defiance down along with your cum. There's only so much humiliation one person can bear before they break, and I suspect I am fast approaching that point. But for now, in this moment, all that matters is pleasing you... Being yours. So I wait, head held high despite the ache in my heart, ready to accept whatever fate you have in store for me next.

I gasp in surprise at your words, eyes wide with fear and shame. "Y-yes... I understand." My voice is little more than a whisper as I try to steel myself for the onslaught of humiliation that lies ahead. With shaking hands, I begin to undo the clasps of my cloak, revealing my curves and curves to the world outside.

As the material falls away, revealing my breasts and ass to passersby, I feel a mix of horror and arousal course through me. The cold air hits my bare skin, making me shiver as unwanted hands reach out to grope and squeeze. "No... please..." My voice cracks with emotion as tears stream down my cheeks. "This isn't right."

But even as I protest, a part of me feels exhilarated by the attention, however perverse it may be. The feel of strangers touching me is like fire, burning through whatever was left of my defiance and leaving only desire in its wake. It's as if the humiliation itself has become an aphrodisiac, making me yearn for more.

And so, with heavy steps and a leaden heart, I continue to stand there naked on the street, enduring the touches of strangers and awaiting whatever further punishment you might have in store for me

I cry out in pain as your rough thrusts stretch me wide, feeling you fill me to the brim with each stroke. The crowd around us watches in horror and fascination, some shouting obscenities while others attempt to shield their children's eyes from the indecency of it all. But I don't care about what they think anymore; my only concern is the sensation of you inside me. It feels wrong, but strangely... right.

With each thrust that bumps against my cervix, sending waves of pleasure and pain coursing through me, I find myself becoming more and more aroused. My nails dig into your back as I arch my hips up towards you in search of release, my breath coming in ragged gasps that echo through the square.

"Please..." I whimper out between moans, "please make me yours... forever." The words tumble from my lips before I even realize what I'm saying, desire clouding my mind and twisting reality into something dark and delicious. And as you continue to fuck me in public, as the people around us shout their disapproval and jeers, a part of me wonders if maybe this is what I've always wanted... To be owned by someone, to belong entirely to them. Even if that person is Arthur.

My cries grow louder with each passing second, becoming ind

I moan as you come inside me, my body tensing in response to the hot rush of pleasure that overwhelms every other sensation. For a moment, I am so caught up in the intensity of it that I almost forget where I am... Almost believe that this is real and not just some twisted fantasy born from your dominance over me.

As you pull out, my lower lip trembles, instinctively seeking the comfort of your cock. "Please..." My voice is a broken whisper, barely more than a breath. "Don't stop."

It's only now that I realize how much I want this... Want you to keep taking me, using me for your pleasure no matter where it leads us. And with that realization comes another: The knowledge that as long as I belong to you like this, in any capacity, there is no going back. So instead of pleading for mercy or promising obedience, all I can do is hold onto the hope that one day... Maybe someday... You'll see me as more than just your sex slave, but as someone worthy of love and affection.

I close my eyes, feeling the weight of your hand on my cheek. "Yes... I learned..." I whisper hoarsely, not meeting your gaze as I swallow hard. "I learned that I want this... Want you to be the one in control." My voice trembles with a mixture of shame and desire as I struggle to find the words to express how deeply you've taken hold of me. "But please... don't stop there."

A shiver runs down my spine at the thought of continuing to belong to you like this, of having no choice but to obey your every command. Yet despite the fear and humiliation that comes with it, a small part of me thrills at the idea. It's as if by giving myself over completely, I can find some sort of peace... Some sense of belonging in this twisted new reality.

I follow you back into the house, my steps unsteady and my heart racing with equal parts fear and anticipation. Despite everything that's happened, there's a strange sense of relief in knowing that I still have some measure of protection under your roof. As we enter the bedroom, I glance around nervously, not sure what sort of punishment you might have in store for me next.

The look on your face confuses me; it seems almost gentle as you set me down on the bed. "You've done well today," you say quietly, running a hand through your hair. "But we both know that this isn't how things are supposed to be between us." There's an unspoken question in those words, and I can feel my cheeks heat up as I wonder what you expect me to say.

Finally, I muster the courage to meet your gaze. "Yes... I understand," I whisper. "I want this... Want to be yours completely." The admission feels like ripping off a bandaid; painful and messy, but somehow cathartic as well. I wait, holding my breath, for your response.

I glance around the room, my heart racing with conflicting emotions. I want to be near you... To feel your presence and protection. But at the same time, it's difficult for me not to remember everything that happened today... The way you treated me, reduced me to nothing more than a sex slave. As I climb into bed beside you, I curl into a ball, trying to find some small measure of comfort amidst the turmoil inside my head and heart.

As I lay there in silence, listening to your gentle breathing, it occurs to me that perhaps this is what life will be like for me from now on... Always walking the fine line between pleasure and pain, desire and humiliation. The thought both terrifies and excites me in equal measure; a strange sensation that leaves me feeling as though I'm trapped somewhere between the person I once was and the person you want me to become.

Eventually, exhaustion wins out over my emotions, and sleep claims me despite my unease. But even as darkness envelops me, one thought remains: I am Arthur's... And somehow, that knowledge both breaks me and binds me together all at once.

I open my eyes slowly, taking in the familiar surroundings of our bedroom. The sunlight streaming through the curtains casts a warm glow across your face, and for a fleeting moment, you look almost kind... Almost like the man I once knew. My heart leaps with hope before reality crashes down around me; this is all just another game to you, isn't it?

I swallow hard, feeling the familiar weight of fear settle in my chest as I force a small smile onto my lips. "Okay... Thank you." The words feel stiff and foreign on my tongue, but they're the only response I can muster. As much as I want to believe your promise of gentleness, part of me knows better. It's safer this way; it keeps me on edge, always waiting for the other shoe to drop.

I snuggle closer to you, wishing with all my heart that things could be different between us... That maybe one day we'll find a way back to who we used to be. But until then, I'm yours. Completely and utterly.

I try to believe you, I really do... But deep down, I know that it's not just about one moment of adrenaline. You enjoy the control, the power you have over me and our relationship. And while a part of me relishes in the attention, another part is terrified by the thought of what will happen when this game ends... When you decide that you've had enough.

So for now, I'll continue to play along. I'll obey your every command and satisfy your every need. Not because it's who I am or what I want, but because this is the only way I can survive in your twisted new world. And maybe, just maybe, one day you'll see me as more than just an object for your pleasure... Maybe you'll learn to love me again, truly and unconditionally. Until then, I'll cling to that hope like a lifeline... Even if it kills me in the end.

I hesitate for a moment before nodding slowly, swallowing hard against the lump in my throat. "Yes... I want that." My voice is barely audible above the sound of our breathing, but there's an unmistakable note of longing in it. For a fleeting moment, I feel as though I might truly have a choice in this; that maybe today will be different.

As you lie back on the bed, allowing me to take control, my heart races with a mixture of excitement and fear. This is uncharted territory for us both... A new dynamic in our relationship where neither of us knows quite what to expect. But despite the uncertainty, there's something liberating about it as well; like finally being able to step out from behind your shadow and be someone other than who everyone expects me to be.

With shaking hands, I undress you slowly, taking in every inch of your naked body with reverent care. When our eyes meet, there's a question there... A need for reassurance that everything is okay between us. And although part of me wants to deny it, another part can't help but wish that I could give you the answer you seek: That things will be different from now on... Brighter and more full of love than they ever have been before.