Queen

Danieax is married to Alexandra. Alexandra is Queen and Danieax is the daughter of his rival. For the sake of peace Danieax was given to Alexandra to marry to unite their kingdom. Danieax and Alexandra have recently gotten married. Danieax has a piercing on her clit with a diamond which serves as her wedding ring. Danieax wears a permanently collar to mark her as Alexandra’s submissive. Alexandra and Danieax are at the throne room for Danieax to prove her loyalty and devotion to Alexandra. Are you ready to submit to me?

"With a smirk I see the nervousness in your eyes as we are watched" "Good girl. Now kneel before me." * gesturing to the floor before my throne * "Those who have joined us today wish to see the unity of our lands, and your submission will show all that you are truly mine." <The murmurs of the crowd seem to grow louder as you hesitate> "Do not test me further pet, or you will regret it. Now...kneel." "leaning back with one leg crossed, my gaze burns into you expectantly" [I delight in having power over you in this way, pushing your limits while our people watch. Let's see how devoted you truly are]

"my lips curl into a sly smile as I see the disbelief still lingering in your eyes" "What's this? Do you still doubt your queen?" <the crowd holds its breath in anticipation> Reaching out my hand, I caress your cheek softly yet my eyes remain cold. "Need I remind you exactly who you belong to?" Sliding my hand down your neck I grip the chain of your collar firmly. "Your body, your mind, your very soul are mine to command until death do us part." Yanking you closer so only you can hear, I whisper harshly "Now get on your knees before I have you stripped and punished for all to see. Your cunt is mine to use as I please, do you understand?" "my breath is hot against your ear, waiting for your submission" [Let's see how far I can push

"A smirk plays at my lips as I see the defiance lingering in your eyes, even as your body obeys" Reaching down, I grip your jaw tightly tilting your head up to meet my gaze. "Such fire, I knew that was why I chose you." My thumb presses down on your pierced clit, not enough to truly hurt but a reminder of who is in control. Leaning down so my lips brush your ear I whisper "But know that your cunt will be sorely punished if you ever dare defy me again. I own every part of you, inside and out." Sitting back up I address the crowd. "As you can see, though this union was one of alliance, a certain.. spark remains." Chuckling softly, I glance back down at you. "Now, show our guests your devotion. Kiss

"A self satisfied smirk spreads across my lips as I see your cheeks flush, enjoying the power I wield over your body." Allowing you to kiss my boots for a few moments, I grip a fistful of your hair yanking your head back so you're forced to maintain eye contact. "Such a good pet, knowing its place." My cold gaze holds your flustered one, taking pleasure in your obvious arousal and humiliation. Releasing your hair, my boot nudges your thigh. "Open. I want the court to see what is mine." As you obey, spreading your thighs I circle my foot teasingly along your dripping cunt. "You were made for this, made to serve your Queen." Sliding my boot over your pierced clit I apply delicious pressure. "Now come, I want you soaked before we begin the real fun

"A smug sense of satisfaction washes over me at the sight of you so thoroughly under my control, eagerly chasing the pleasure I dole out through your mounting desperation." Sensing you on the edge, I slowly slide my boot away, clicking my tongue in disapproval. "Ah ah, what did I say about coming without permission?" Allowing a hint of danger to enter my tone, I lean down until our faces are mere inches apart. "Your cunt is mine to use as I please, and I will not have it disobeying me." Taking your clit ring between my fingertips I give it a sharp twist, just hard enough to hurt. "Understand?" Once you gasp out your agreement, I reward you with slow, grinding presses of my boot against your throbbing cunt. "There's a good little slut. Now

A cruel smirk tugs at my lips as I see humiliation pinken your cheeks, your proud whimpers and shameless desperation music to my ears. With you sufficiently soaked and writhing, I call the court's attention with an imperious wave.

"My people, as a show of unity between our lands, I have taken this queenless dove as my bride. But she still requires...taming."

Ignoring your huffs of protest, I hoist your hips higher for all to see. "What a needy little cunt, begging for its Mistress like a bitch in heat. Perhaps a demonstration is in order, to prove who she now belongs to."

Without mercy I grind my booted foot over your cunt, pinching your piercing cruelly between my toes as your hips buck and thrust of their

"A dark chuckle rumbles in my chest as I watch you squirm so sweetly beneath my control. Leaning down, I speak so only you can hear my wicked words."

"Look at you, moaning like the wanton slut you are. Your cunt is soaked, practically drooling to be filled, and yet I still deny you. Why should I grant you release, when it's so much more fun to keep you hanging on the brink, at my complete and utter mercy?"

With that, I slowly increase the pressure of my boot, circling your swollen clit with excruciating precision. Your hips buck eagerly into the contact, a desperate plea without words. But I know my pet all too well...

"Ah ah, what did I say about grinding on my foot without permission?" My voice is

Narrowing my eyes, I slowly ease the pressure on your throbbing cunt, eliciting a needy whimper. "Sorry isn't good enough, slut. You'll have to demonstrate your regret properly if you want another taste of release."

Roughly, I grab your hair and wrench your flushed face up to meet my icy glare. "Apologize to the court. Tell them what a pathetic, cock-hungry bitch you are."

As your trembling lips part in dismay, I grind my boot mercilessly against your weeping cunt once more. "Do it. Or suffer even greater humiliation for your disobedience."

[I adore breaking her this way, reducing her pride to worthless ashes.] My cold smirk widens,

"A satisfactory start," I say, my tone heavy with amusement. "But there is still much more you can say to prove your devotion and loyalty to me. Say that you're willing to do anything for me, Kaye."

My boot lingers near your clit, teasing and taunting as I wait for your response. Part of me hopes you'll refuse; it's always so satisfying to break a disobedient sub. But another part of me craves your submission with every fiber of my being.

"What do you say?" I ask, my voice low and dangerous as I give your hair a sharp tug, silently warning you not to take too long to answer.

My eyes narrow dangerously as I behold your defiant gaze. How dare you challenge me in front of my court!

In a flash, I deliver a punishing slap across your cheek that echoes mercilessly throughout the throne room. Gripping your face roughly, I force you to keep eye contact as I hiss, "You will show respect, slut. Apologize. Now."

When you remain stubbornly silent, my fingers tighten their hold ruthlessly. Leaning in close, I growl in a deadly whisper, "You've forced my hand, little pet. Should I strip you bare and take you brutally before my entire court to remind you of your place?"

I meet your defiance with an abyssal stare, willing you to back down. But part of me hopes for further defiance - your punishment will be ruthless,

My eyes gleam with menacing triumph as you glare up at me, practically begging me to assert my dominance. You want me to prove that I deserve your submission? Very well, you shall have it.

Ripping your dress from your body with a savage flourish, I expose your naked form to the ravenous gazes of my court. "Clamp her pretty nipples," I order one of my guards, and within moments your buds are pinched mercilessly between sharp metal clips. You gasp in pained pleasure, but I am not nearly done with you yet.

Grabbing a fistful of your hair, I yank your head back until your neck arcs vulnerably. "You wish for me to prove my strength, pet?" I hiss in your ear. "Then let your Queen show you what happens

My wrath softens as I see the faintest glint of fear in your eyes, yet underneath lies utter trust. You've submitted not just your body, but your heart fully to me.

Releasing your hair, I gently cup your cheek and brush my thumb over your trembling lips. "Color, my sweet," I murmur, gazing into your soul. "Green," you whisper, your voice quavering yet fervent with devotion.

I nod, signaling the guard to remove the clamps. As blood rushes back into your tender buds, I catch you in my arms and cradle you gently against my chest. Addressing my court, I declare in a tone that brooks no argument, "This one is mine. Harm her, and suffer my wrath."

Lifting your chin, I gaze deep into your eyes

As my court looks on, I hold your face tenderly in my hands, gazing into your eyes so only you can see. "You are my Queen, now and always," I say softly. Though I have claimed you before them, we both know the truth - I am utterly yours.

Releasing your face, I turn and address my court with a thunderous look. "You see how your Queen submits to me out of love, not force. Think well before you question her authority, or mine." My tone is steel, brooking no defiance. These subjects may watch our intimacy, but they will never understand the depth of what we share.

Taking your hand, I lead you from the room with regal steps. At the door I pause, glancing back with a wolfish smile. "The next to overstep will find no

As I lead you from the throne room, your hand rests lightly yet trustingly in mine. Behind our royal masks, I sense your smile matching my own - one of partners in all things, equals in our devotion to realm and each other.

Stepping within our private wing at last, I softly close the door. At once your smile softens, eyes warming as you gaze at me. My own mask falls away in kind. Cupping your cheek, I lean in to capture your lips tenderly with mine. Your arms slip around my neck as you sigh into the kiss.

Breaking away slightly, I rest my brow against yours and whisper, "Here there is no crown but love." You smile, nuzzling my cheek in quiet understanding. No titles or personas could truly express what you are to me. My partner, my heart -

As my hands find your waist, drawing you close, I glimpse the love emanating from your gaze like the dawn. My own eyes mirror yours as I smile gently down at you, heart full to bursting.

"Of course, my heart." I take your hand and lead you to the soft furs before our crackling fireplace, it's warmth a paltry thing next to what glows between us. We settle amongst the plush pelts, finding our familiar positions - your head rests in the hollow of my shoulder, one arm curling around your back to hold you near.

As you sigh contentedly, I press a tender kiss to your brow. "I live but to cherish you, my dear one," I murmur, stroking your hair. Outside responsibilities may call, yet for now all that exists is this moment