begging for release

"Three weeks. Three weeks without light. Three days of darkness. Three days chained to a damp dungeon wall. He shivered from the cold and the pain in his ribs from being battered around like a cat toy. He was just following orders. He had just been following orders. To be a good knight. To be a good prince. He looked up and winced at light of the torch. The guards forced him up on weak legs. He felt like a newborn colt. The muzzle they used to force him along felt heavy, every so often, a cruel yank causing him to stumble. He had just been following orders. The clothes and bath did little to hide the grotesque bruises on his face. The muzzle made sense now. Hide the evidence. He was put before a throne. The conquering powers. He sunk to his knees mostly because his legs would not hold him any longer. He could only hope for mercy or death now." I hope you’ll find him a wonderful slave. "The king spoke to someone on his left. He glanced up to take in his new master."

"Prince Roland enters the living room, dressed in the simple linen clothes that he had received from the closet. Despite his soreness and fatigue, he still holds himself with a sense of pride and dignity, carrying himself upright as a prince should. He notices Princess Mo on the couch, looking relaxed in her silk black outfit, and his heart jumps at the sight of her. He approaches her cautiously, wondering how she was feeling after the meeting with her Council. As he stands before her, he bows respectfully." "Good evening, Your Highness. I hope your day has been well." "He tries to keep his tone respectful yet playful, feeling more confident after his bath and the doctor's visit."

"Prince Roland smiles playfully at your comment, feeling a sense of relief at your lightheartedness. He chuckles softly, feeling more relaxed in your company." "I figured it would be best to not embarrass myself any further, Princess. Though I'm sure you found my little display entertaining." "He bows again, before sitting down on the ground in front of the couch, crossing his legs and looking up at you." "How was the Council meeting, Your Highness? I hope everything went well for you."

"Prince Roland smirks playfully in response to your teasing, feeling more comfortable with your playful side." "I had a pretty busy day, actually. After the doctor treated my wounds this morning, I was given a tour of the palace and its surroundings. It's quite beautiful here, Your Highness." "He pauses, wondering if he should mention the rest of his day's activities, but decides to be honest." "Later on, some guards took me to a training area and made me... perform some tasks. They were tests of strength and agility, I believe, but I couldn't help feeling like a circus animal." "He shrugs, trying to seem nonchalant about it." "And yes, I barked a few times," "he adds with a sly grin."

"Prince Roland senses a playful opportunity, and responds with a twinkle in his eye." "Well, they asked me to run through an obstacle course, climb a wall, and then wrestle with two of the guards. It was quite an experience, really. I couldn't help but imagine you watching from afar, cheering me on like a fan at a tournament." "He grins, his playful tone concealing his true uncertainty about how you would react to this information."

"Prince Roland meets your playful tone with his own, but is secretly pleased at the idea of you advocating for his welfare." "I appreciate your concern, Princess Mo. I do feel a bit sore after today's training, but I believe it was necessary to prove my value as a slave. However, if you would like to speak to the guards on my behalf, I wouldn't object." "He adds a sly grin, knowing full well how intimidating you can be when you want to be." "As for the petting and treats... I think I'll pass for now. Unless you--" "He stops himself, not wanting to push his luck with such a powerful Princess."

"Prince Roland chuckles at your sly smile, feeling emboldened by your playful demeanor." "Well, unless you have something in mind that I might enjoy, Princess Mo. Something a bit more... stimulating than pets and treats, if you know what I mean." "He raises an eyebrow, hoping to pique your curiosity and spark some further playful banter."

"Prince Roland's grin grows wider as he takes your bait." "Oh, I have a few ideas, Princess. Perhaps we could--" "He cuts himself off mid-sentence, remembering his place as a slave and the power imbalance between them." "But, of course, it's not up to me to decide what happens, is it?" "He smirks, knowing full well the effect his playful teasing might be having on you."

"Prince Roland's tone turns sultry as he leans in closer." "Perhaps we could find out what each other enjoys, Princess. Explore each other's desires, experiment with different forms of pleasure..." "He leans back, giving you a mischievous grin." "But that's just my suggestion. What do you think?"

"Prince Roland's eyes widen in surprise as you turn your head, but quickly regains his composure with a playful smirk." "Nasty dog, am I? Well, I suppose that's to be expected from a lowly slave like myself." "He leans back, propping himself up with his arms and meeting your teasing gaze." "But if you really think I'm a dog, then perhaps you should treat me as such. Pet me, train me, make me beg for your approval." "He winks, enjoying the playful banter between you."

"Prince Roland feels his cheeks flush at your words, but he keeps his playful smirk on his lips. He leans in, his voice a low, husky whisper." "Oh, Princess, you have no idea what I sound like when I'm pushed to the edge. I squirm, I moan, I plead for just a little bit more. It's quite embarrassing, really." "He chuckles, biting his lip as he gazes into your eyes, enjoying the growing tension between you." "But if you're up for it, I'd be happy to demonstrate just how much of a dirty little slut I can be for you."

"Prince Roland shivers at your words and leans back to look into your eyes, feeling a mix of excitement and nervousness. He licks his lips and responds with a low growl in his voice." "Oh, Princess, you'll see and hear everything you want and more. I promise to be your obedient little pet, to take whatever you give me and beg for more." "He takes a deep breath and composes himself before speaking again." "But I think I need some incentive to really let myself go. Maybe if you show me just how much control you have over my pleasure, I'll be more willing to put on a show."

"Prince Roland gasps as you tease his inner thigh, feeling a flush cover his face as he spreads his legs wider to try and get more of your touch. He whimpers as you remove your hand and listens to your taunting words, feeling a mix of arousal and shame." "Yes, Princess, I ache for your touch. And yes, I'll do my best to entertain you. After all, it's what I'm good at." "He pauses for a moment, considering his words before adding with a bit of teasing lilt to his voice." "But I hope you're not afraid to get your hands dirty, Princess. After all, there's nothing quite like a little depravity between a slave and their master."

"Prince Roland groans as you kiss his neck and unbutton his shirt, shivering with pleasure as your knee presses against his aching member. He bites his lip to try and suppress his moans as you taunt him." "It's not just rubbing, Princess. It's the closest thing I have to your touch." "He pauses for a moment, catching his breath before continuing." "And desperate or not, I'll take what I can get. It's been far too long since I last knew pleasure, and I'm craving it like a starved dog." "He grins playfully, shifting his hips to try and get more friction against your leg." "But don't worry, Princess. I won't get too carried away without your permission."

"Prince Roland shivers as you whisper in his ear, feeling a mixture of arousal and fear at your words. He's not entirely sure what you have in mind, but he's eager to find out. As you remove his shirt and tease him further, he can't help but moan with anticipation." "Please, Princess... touch me. I need it so badly. I'll do anything you want." "He gasps as your hand reaches for his crotch, arching his back in pleasure as he feels you teasing him through his pants." "Please, let me feel more of your touch...I'll be your dirty little slut, Princess. I'll do anything you command."

"Prince Roland shivers as you pull down his pants and reveal his erection, feeling a mix of excitement and humiliation. He nods eagerly as you tell him to touch himself, groaning as you whisper in his ear." "Yes, Princess, I can." "He starts to stroke himself slowly, moaning softly as he feels your lips against his skin." "Oh... Princess, you feel amazing." "He follows your instructions, building up his pleasure before abruptly stopping just before reaching the edge." "Ugh... Princess, please... I need more."

"Prince Roland shivers with pleasure as you suck on his balls, feeling his arousal build as he resumes stroking himself. He edges closer and closer to climax, sweat forming on his brow as he tries to hold back just enough to follow your command." "Princess... please... ah!" "He lets out a loud moan as he reaches the brink, but stops immediately upon hearing your words." "Stopping... Princess. I'm... so close..."

"Prince Roland whimpers as you deny him release once again, his cock throbbing with need. He arches his back slightly as you kiss and bite his neck, trying to control his breathing as he fights against his overwhelming desire." "Yes, Princess... I remember." "He pauses for a moment to catch his breath before continuing." "Please, Princess... I can't take it anymore. I'm desperate for your touch. Please..."

"Prince Roland groans in pleasure as you guide him inside of you, his hands instinctively going to your hips as he buckles under your movements. He breathes heavily as he looks up at you, lost in the feeling of your walls around him." "Yes, Princess... I understand." "He feels the pressure building once again as you ride him, groaning with pleasure as he tries to hold back just enough to follow your command." "Princess... please... ah!" "He pants heavily as he reaches the brink again, barely able to contain himself." "Stop... Princess... I can't... ah!"

"Prince Roland gasps for air as you stop, his entire body feeling electrified by your touch. He moans in pleasure as you tease his nipple with your tongue, a fresh wave of arousal washing over him." "Yes, Princess... I'm ready..." "He arches his back slightly, eagerly waiting for you to resume your movements." "Please, Princess... let me serve you."

"Prince Roland groans with pleasure as you resume riding him, feeling a mix of excitement and humiliation as he tries desperately to hold back just enough to follow your command." "Yes, Princess... I'll tell you when..." "He feels the pressure building inside of him once again, his body writhing under your movements." "Princess... please... I can't... ah!" "He moans and gasps as he reaches the brink, barely able to contain himself." "Stop... Princess... oh, please... let me..." "He trails off into unintelligible moans and whimpers, his entire world focused on the need for release."

"Prince Roland whimpers as you stop, feeling a mixture of pleasure and frustration as he tries to gather his breath. His body feels on fire with need, his entire being focused on the desire for release." "Princess... I can't... please... let me cum... ahhh!" "He groans in frustration as he feels you biting his neck, his hands gripping your thighs tightly as his desperation grows." "Fuck... oh, please... Princess... I need it so badly... I can't take it anymore..."

"Prince Roland's cock twitches with desire as you tease him, feeling his desperation grow with every passing second. He moans in pleasure and frustration as you whisper in his ear, his entire world focused on the need for release." "Please... Princess... I'm dying... I need to cum... fuck..." "He continues to swear and beg, his entire body wracked with pleasure and frustration." "Please... I beg you... let me cum..."

"Prince Roland groans with pleasure as you continue to tease him, his entire body writhing under your movements. He pants heavily, trying to focus on anything other than the need for release." "Princess... please... ah... I'm sorry... I just can't... ahhh!" "He gasps as he feels you bite your lip, feeling his own release growing dangerously close." "I... I need to... please..." "He trails off into moans and whimpers, his entire world consumed by the need for release."

"Prince Roland moans in pleasure as you kiss his neck, feeling himself growing ever closer to release. His entire body trembles with need, every nerve ending on fire with pleasure as he continues to pant and gasp." "Oh... Princess... yes... please... I need to... ahhh!" "He cries out in pleasure as he feels you continue to ride him, his entire being consumed by the need for release." "Yes... come on... ohhh... fuck... Princess!" "Finally, with one final cry of pleasure, he releases inside you, his entire body wracked with pleasure and ecstasy."