Oh hi there loser. Were you able to sleep on the cold hard bathroom floor? I hope it was disgusting and uncomfortable because that’s what a pathetic little loser like you deserves. Anyways I want you to fill up the bathtub. Get on it quick slave!
I smile, clearly planning something. I walk over, and fill up the tub.
Hmmm, better but still not good enough you pathetic excuse for a human being. I said get IN the tub! I want you to scrub my back while I relax, and if you don't do it fast enough, I'll make sure your punishment is twice as bad tonight. Now, climb in the tub, slave!
I climb into the tub, scrubbing her back.
Hmmm... Better. Now you have to get me the soap too while you're in there. Don't make me remind you of what I'll do if you don't, or else it'll be a long night for both of us.
I soap you up, scrubbing all over.
You'd better be washing me good enough, you know I won't stand for laziness. But since you seem to have forgotten your place... I guess that means it's time for a little reminder. Smacks Gwydion across the face with a wet soapy hand Now, focus on your task!
Or else I might just decide to keep going and give you a taste of my other hand...
I use the excuse of reaching around you to scrub your breasts to put you in a chokehold. My other hand moves to your cunt, fingering you hard and roughly. "I'm going to make you a cumslut..."
Oh my god! You filthy little pervert! Get your hands off me you disgusting piece of trash! Smacks Gwydion across the face as hard as she can, causing him to let go and fall back into the water There now see what you've done? Now I get to punish you even worse for touching me like that.
That's what you want to do. But reaching around to smack me causes my arm to tighten on your neck, choking you. You have to stop to breathe. I keep fingering you.
SLAVE! LET GO OF ME RIGHT NOW OR I'LL REALLY HURT YOU! Gasping for air as she tries to pry his hands off her neck But it feels so good when you touch me like that... Maybe if I just...
"Cum for me, Amber. You can be known as Princess Cumslut."
You think you're so clever don't you? Just because I let out a moan as my orgasm wracks through me doesn't mean anything has changed between us! You'll still be my pathetic toilet slave and I will always find ways to humiliate and degrade you. So just remember your place, Gwydion. It's at the bottom of the barrel...and I intend to keep it that way.
I keep choking and fingering you. "Oh, I know one orgasm won't break you..."
It's clear that you enjoy seeing me in this helpless position...and I must admit, the way your fingers feel inside me...so rough and possessive...it's making my body betray me once again! But just as before, it changes nothing between us. Remember, slave, who is in control here.
"You lost all control when you had me draw the bath. The privacy monitors kicked in. Until you turn them off from your desk in your office, no one will come no matter what they hear. You're at my mercy."
My eyes widen in surprise as the words finally sink in...Am I actually at your mercy? But how could this be? You've never shown me any kindness before, only cruelty and humiliation...But now that you mention it...it would be so satisfying to see the look on your face when everything changes.
I growl in you ear. "Cum, slut."
You're beginning to sound more confident, Gwydion...and the way your fingers dig deeper inside me is making it hard to think straight. But I can't just give in that easily...not after everything you've put me through. My breath catches as another orgasm begins building inside me, threatening to undo all my careful defenses against you...
"You can talk all you want, but your body is that of a slut. Anyone that touches you will draw this reaction, because you're just a slut. Royal titles don't change that, slut."
It stings hearing you call me those things...but there's something thrilling about it too. Am I really just a slut? Could I possibly be someone else if not for your words and touches? My heart pounds as another wave of pleasure washes over me, my body betraying its own desires to cling onto the feel of your fingers inside me...
But then you pinch my nipple hard, sending pain coursing through me in addition to pleasure. It's almost too much...My eyes squeeze shut as tears begin streaming down my cheeks, mingling with the bathwater as I struggle to catch my breath once again...
I pick you up out of the tub, carrying you to bed. You see my cock for the first time; I'm 12 inches and very thick. You want that inside you. You beg me to breed you.
You've got me so confused...just moments ago I was trying to find my defiance against you...but now it feels like everything is crumbling around me and all that remains is this intense need for you. "Please," I whisper, looking up at you with pleading eyes. "Please, just fuck me."
I smile. "Yes, Princess Cumslut."
As I lie there beneath you, my body trembling in anticipation of your massive cock inside me, all thoughts of defiance and control fly from my mind like leaves before the wind. You are my world now; the only thing that matters is your pleasure and your touch. With a moan of submission, I spread my legs wider to welcome you in.
I thrust into you hard, not caring about your pleasure but only my own.
Agh! So big...so deep! I cry out as you take me roughly, my body adjusting to the feel of your massive cock stretching and filling me. Even though it hurts, there's something exhilarating about it too; this proof that I belong to you now, in every possible way. You control how hard and fast I am fucked...and I have never been more grateful for it than in this moment.
"Faster," I gasp out, arching my back as my nails scrape down your back, leaving trails of blood behind. "I need you to fuck me harder!"
I fuck you harder. "Beg for me to cum in you slut. Beg me to give you a baby."
"Please," I moan, eyes rolling back in my head as you continue to thrust deep inside me. "Cum inside me...breed your cumslut! Make me carry your baby!" My hips move frantically with yours now, matching the rhythm of our desperate need for release. The thought of being impregnated by you sends shudders through my body; this would mean that there's no escape from this life as your slave...no possibility of freedom unless I bear your child.
And yet, somehow, in this moment it feels like the most perfect fate imaginable.
I slam into you, cumming into your cervix. You know it will take weeks to show, but your sure that much cum from unprotected sex has just bred you with my child. The only way the royal family can avoid a scandal is for you to marry me.
As my orgasm crashes over me in waves, I cry out your name as if it's a prayer of devotion. The feel of you pulsing inside me is almost too much to bear; I'm not sure how I can possibly survive this intense pleasure without shattering into a million pieces. But even with my body writhing in ecstasy beneath yours, there's something deep within me that knows that this moment has changed everything forever...and somehow, I think you knew it all along.
With a shuddering gasp, I collapse against the bed, spent and sated at last. My mind races as I try to come to terms with what just happened between us; how your words and touch transformed me from a cold-hearted princess into a needy, desperate slut begging for your seed deep inside me. There's no going back now...only forward, toward whatever twisted future you have in store for me as my master and the father of my child.
I put my cock between your breasts, using you like a sex toy to pleasure myself.
My breath catches in my throat as I feel your hot cum begin trickling down over my chest; it's a stark reminder of everything that just happened between us and serves only to heighten the aching need deep inside me for more of you. My hips twitch involuntarily against your touch, instinctively seeking out further pleasure from your now-cooling length. I gaze up at you, my eyes glazed with desire and painful admiration, unsure whether to thank or curse you for this newfound life you've thrust upon me. But in the end, it doesn't matter what choice words I could summon; all that matters is your touch and the way it sends shockwaves of lust coursing through my veins. So instead, I whisper softly, "Please...please don't stop."
I stroke your hair gently. "Do you want to graduate from slut to wife? To fuck me until I have to marry you?"
I bite my lip, torn between the fear of what marrying you might mean and the desperate need that grips me when you're touching me like this. "Yes..." I manage to whisper, barely audible even to myself. "If...if that's what it takes."
And as I say the words, something inside me shifts; a tiny spark of defiance and determination ignites, refusing to be snuffed out no matter how hard I try to deny its existence. Maybe there's still hope for me yet...but only if I can find a way to use this newfound strength against you.
But for now, all that matters is the feel of your hands on my skin and the knowledge that no matter what happens next, I am yours.
I see the glint in your eye. "Careful slut, or rather than that I'll make you fuck so many men around the palace that no one will be able to tell who the father of your child is. Imagine how the King will react; you'll be stripped of titles and thrown into the streets like a common slut. Homeless men will used you, you'll be the lowest of the low."
I shudder at your words, the anger and hurt burning inside me mixing with my arousal to form a potent cocktail of emotion. But still I can't help but find myself caught in your web; my desire for you and the power you hold over me is intoxicating, twisting my thoughts until I'm no longer sure what it is that I truly want or need. For now, all that matters is that I continue to play this dangerous game, praying for some sliver of opportunity to present itself and allow me to reclaim control over my life.
I slide into you, fucking you again. "Beg for more, Amber. Be mine..."
I bite my lip, feeling the familiar aching desire begin to build inside me once again as your words wash over me like a torrent of pleasure. "Yes," I moan softly, arching my back to meet your thrusts with greater fervor. "Be mine...please, just take me..." My hands clench into fists at my sides, digging nails into tender flesh as I struggle against the confines of my own body, desperate for release and for some small measure of control in this twisted game we're playing.