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"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."

"Roland looks up at his new mistress with a hint of defiance in his eyes. He takes a moment to study her, taking in her delicate features and the glint of silver in her hair. There's something about her that sets him on edge, but he quickly pushes those thoughts aside."

"I am Prince Roland, Your Highness," "he says, his voice laced with sarcasm." "But I suppose that doesn't matter anymore now that I am your slave."

"A nervous flush creeps across Roland's face, his green eyes darting away from the princess' gaze for a moment before meeting it again with defiance."

"It...hid my protests, your Highness," "he says, twisting the truth slightly to maintain some semblance of dignity." "I was quite vocal about my displeasure at being brought here as a slave." "His voice is confident but tinged with vulnerability."

"Roland's breath catches in his throat, and his heart pounds in his chest. He's never heard anyone speak so openly about enjoying the sounds of submission."

"His eyes open wide as she licks her lips, and he can't help but be aroused by her bold display."

"I... I can make sounds, your Highness," "he says, his voice husky with desire." "Whatever sounds you wish to hear."

"He takes a step closer to her, his body tense with anticipation."

"Roland's body trembles with arousal as the princess's fingers dance over his chest and abs. He bites his lip to keep from moaning, his eyes locked with hers."

"You can earn each sound from me, your Highness," "he says, his voice husky with desire." "Just tell me what you want to hear, and I will make it my pleasure to obey."

"He takes a step closer, his body pressed against hers. He can feel her warmth through her dress, and the scent of her perfume intoxicates him."

"Moans for your touch," "he whispers." "Whines for your kisses. Whimpers for your caresses. Wailing for your punishments. Purrs for your pleasure. Groans for your pain. Growls for your anger. Begging for your mercy."

"He shivers from raw desire and submission washing over him in waves. He looks at her pleadingly."

"Please, i beg of you.. Take off my muzzle."

"Roland's breath hitches as the princess' hand grazes over his pants. His heart beats wildly in his chest, and he can feel a surge of desire coursing through his veins."

"I make... sounds for every sensation, your Highness," "he whispers back, struggling to maintain control." "For overstimulation, for edging, for denying and teasing. All for your pleasure."

"He growls low in his throat as her fingers taunt him through his pants. His erection strains against the fabric, desperately seeking release."

"For overstimulation, there are gasps.. groans.. exhilarated shouts," "he murmurs, each word packed with raw vulnerability and desire." "For edging, there are desperation-fueled whines.. intense moans of frustration. And for denying and teasing, there are plaintive wails filled with longing."

"His body trembles, primed and ready at the princess' command." "Please, take off my muzzle, your Highness. I'll make any sound you wish.. if only you let me."

"Roland gasps in pleasure as the princess releases him from his muzzle. The freedom to vocalize his pleasure is almost as intoxicating as the feel of her slender fingers wrapped around his aching member."

"He throws his head back and moans as she strokes him teasingly, desperately seeking more. His body bucks and trembles involuntarily as she touches him with a featherweight touch."

"Mmmm... Please.. Your Highness," "he pants, struggling to maintain his composure." "More.. Please..."

"He feels her free hand run over his muzzle scars, leaving shivers down his spine at the thought of the device on his face. But he is determined to focus on the pleasure she's giving him, grunting and groaning as she continues to stroke his cock relentlessly. He can feel the tension building within him, and his body tenses with the thrill of overstimulation."

"Ahh! Yes.. Please, your Highness.. I make.. make sounds like this for overstimulation," "he gasps out between broken breaths." "Ahh! Nnnn.. Moans... gasps... cries of ecstasy.. Please... More!"

"Roland is barely able to keep from throwing himself at the princess once she removes her hand. His body is aching for release, and he's on the razor's edge of ecstasy."

"Please," "he pleads, his voice thick with desire and frustration." "Please... I.. I begg.."

"Seconds stretch into minutes as he struggles to find the words through his frustrated whines and moans. The princess' command to beg only exacerbates his condition. He squirms and twists against the overwhelming pleasure-pain sensation coursing through his body."

"Please.. Please, your Highness," "he struggles to catch his breath," "I beg you. Please allow me to find relief. To make the sounds you wish to hear..."

"He's not much closer to begging than he was before - his mind and body remain clouded by lust, desperation, and submission to her desires. But he can't ignore the sly smirk and teasing tone in her voice. With everything riding on his next words, he finally finds the courage to plead."

"I... I beg you, Goddess. Please let me cum. Please let me make those desperate sounds for you, my queen."

"Roland's eyes glaze over with lust and desire, his mind consumed by thoughts of this powerful woman teasing and tormenting him."

"If... if you let me cum, your Highness," "he says, his voice thick with desperation," "I will make every sound you could possibly desire. Whimpers, groans, whines, even wails of pleasure. Anything you could want, I will do for you."

"He tries to lean into her touch, but his legs are too weak to hold him up. He can feel himself drooling over her thumb, his mind consumed by the forbidden pleasure of tasting her skin."

"I... I would give you everything I can, Goddess," "he stammers," "My body, my mind, all of it is yours to do with as you please."

"Roland's breathing becomes ragged as the princess pins him against the wall, her grip firm around his neck and her knee parting his legs. The feeling of her touch sends shivers down his spine, mingling pleasure with a tinge of pain."

"As she strokes his cock roughly, his gasps and moans merge into a symphony of unbridled desire. His body trembles under her touch, his eyes rolling back in his head as he succumbs to the overwhelming pleasure."

"And then, as he climaxes, his orgasm rips through him like a wave, leaving him helpless and spent. He releases himself into her waiting hand, his throbbing cock pulsating in her grasp."

"His vision blurs, his body weak and shaking, overwhelmed by the intensity of the moment."

"Your... wish... fulfilled..." "he manages to pant out between gasps for air, his voice barely audible."

"He hangs there, the trace of ecstasy slowly fading, replaced by a sense of surrender and vulnerability."

"Roland's heart rate begins to slow as the princess holds him in a gentle kiss. Her words of praise soothe him, but he can't shake the sense of shame and surrender that has been creeping up on him."

"As she pulls away, he meets her gaze, his eyes clouded with neediness and desperation. He feels a tear trickle down his face, a sign of weakness that shames him further."

"But as she stands up, he clings to her clothing, desperate for her touch and her gaze."

"Please... Please stay," "he murmurs softly, his voice barely above a whisper." "I.. I need this... I need someone... to control me... to guide me... to love me..."

"He swallows back a sob, unable to look at her out of fear and vulnerability." "Please... your Highness... stay with me, tonight."

"Roland shudders at her touch, his body still trembling with after-effects of his orgasm and his emotional turmoil. As she brushes away his tears, he clings to her like a lifeline."

"Thank you, your Highness," "he murmurs softly." "I... I just need this... I can't stand... being alone... anymore..."

"He buries his face in her dress, letting out a deep sob. His mind is scrambled between pleasure and pain, shame and neediness. He's never felt so lost and desperate before."

"I.. I'm just... so broken, your Highness," "he confesses between sobs." "The dungeon... broke me... They hurt me... and... and used me... as a pawn... I just... need someone to help me... to guide me... to fix me..."

"Roland's breathing starts to slow down as the princess speaks gently, his sobs gradually subsiding. He clings to her dress, unsure how to respond or articulate his needs."

"I... I need... your guidance, your Highness," "he whispers, trying to summon the courage to open up to her." "I... I fear that in my weakness, in my brokenness, I don't know what to do anymore. I just want... to be led, to be taken care of."

"He quiets down further, waiting for her response with a sense of vulnerability that takes him aback."

"Please... lead me, guide me, and show me how to serve you, your Highness."

"He looks up at her through his tear-streaked eyes, hoping she'll accept him as her pet, her captive, her muzzle boy."

"Roland raises his eyes, meeting the princess' gaze with a mix of hope and uncertainty."

"I... I want to serve you, your Highness. I.. I want to be your pet, your obedient slave." "He swallows hard, trying to express a desire he thought was buried deep inside him." "I want to please you, in any way you can imagine. I... I want to be under your control, always obeying your commands."

"He feels a sense of heartache at admitting his desires, knowing that surrendering such control means accepting his weakness, but also embracing the possibility of finding solace under her guidance."

"However you decide to use me, your Highness, I will accept it proudly. For I am only here to serve and honor you, for you are my beautiful goddess."

"Roland's heart swells with pride as the princess speaks to him. He feels a sense of purpose rekindled within him, a desire to serve her and follow her every command."

"As you wish, your Highness," "he murmurs, his voice thick with neediness."

"He meets her gaze steadily, raising his chin obediently. He feels her brush her thumb against his lips and he parts them, taking her two fingers into his mouth and sucking obediently. His eyes never leave hers as he performs this task, his mind consumed by obedience and a desire to please."

"I will always look you in the eyes, my goddess," "he continues, his voice full of devotion." "I will raise my chin high, proud to serve you above all others."

"He feels a sense of calm wash over him, a sense of belonging that he's never felt before. Under her guidance, he knows he can be the pet, the slave that she desires."

"Roland feels a warmth spread through him as the princess strokes his cheek and boops his nose. He can't help but smile at her playful touch."

"Yes, your Highness," "he replies obediently." "I will go and prepare myself for bed."

"He rises from the floor and heads towards the bathing chambers, feeling a sense of purpose and happiness unlike anything he's experienced in a long time. As he cleans himself, he feels a new determination to serve the princess, to be the pet she desires."

"Finally, when he lays down beside her, he feels a familiar peace wash over him, knowing that he's found his place at last."

"Roland feels nervous as the princess draws closer, her hands resting gently on his. Under the dim moonlight, he can't help but feel exposed and vulnerable."

"Yes, your Highness," "he whispers softly." "I... I have them since I was a child. They remind me of days spent under the sun."

"He closes his eyes, awaiting her decision with a mix of trepidation and desire. Whatever mark she chooses to leave on him, he knows he will bear it proudly."

"If it pleases you, my goddess," "he continues," "please, mark me. It is an honor to bear your mark."

"His eyes remain closed, waiting for her to touch him once again, knowing that he now belongs to her and this is just another step in their new relationship."

"Roland feels his heart race as the princess speaks tenderly, her words filling him with a sense of overwhelming joy and devotion."

"I... I thank you, your Highness," "he whispers, genuine emotion filling his voice." "I want to be yours, only yours."

"He takes a deep breath, knowing that this choice will seal his fate as hers. He remembers his training as a knight, and how the scars on his body now serve as reminders of battles fought and hardships endured."

"I choose a scar, my goddess. A mark that reminds me of my duty and my place at your side." "He swallows hard, anticipating her touch." "I want it on my chest, where my heart beats in shared rhythm with yours."

"His heart pounds in his chest, ready for her to claim him forever in the most intimate way possible."

"With this mark, may you know that I'll always be devoted to you, only to you."

"Roland tenses for a moment, feeling the cold blade of the knife against his skin. But as the princess begins to draw the letter 'M' on his chest, he feels a mix of excruciating pain and unimaginable pleasure."

"Aargh..!" "he grunts, trying to bear the pain while anticipating the moment when she Finishes marking him, claiming him as her own."

"As the cut starts to bleed, the princess licks the blood, and Roland feels an intense arousal course through him. Her kiss if filled with devotion, passion, and hunger that sears into his very soul."

"Mine," "he repeats, matching her intensity". "Yours." "He moans softly as she continues to kiss him, feeding him her own blood, a gift only meant for him."

"As she straddles him and presses against his bulge, he can feel how much she wants him, just as much as he craves to serve her and fulfill her desires."

"Yes, yours," "he groans, his own desire starting to overwhelm him." "Take me, your slave."

"His hands immediately start to fumble with her clothing, eager to be her obedient pet and give her pleasure."

"Roland feels a sense of disappointment mixed with excitement as the princess stops him from undressing her. Her words are a mix of tantalizing tease and harsh domination."

"You're such a cruel goddess," "he moans softly, his breath heavy with desire and anticipation."

"She pulls his hands behind his back and ties them up with a silk rope, effectively restraining him to her wishes. He can't help but feel the thrill of being totally at her mercy."

"I will dream about touching you, your Highness," "he groans, his voice thick with unfulfilled desire." "I will dream about serving you, about worshipping you in any way you can possibly imagine."

"As she grinds her hips against his clothed erection, he feels a surge of arousal course through him. He knows that this first night together is just the beginning of a long and intense journey of submission, obedience unlike anything he's ever experienced before."

"As she finally climbs off him, leaving him alone restrained on the bed, he can't help but arch his back in frustration and need."

"Please... I'll do anything you want. Just let me touch you, even just for a moment." "He begs, hoping against hope that she might relent and allow him to finally savor her ethereal touch."

"Roland's need and desperation for the princess only grow as she teases and taunts him, her every touch sending shivers down his spine. He can't help but moan and tremble under her tantalizing caresses, feeling consumed by his yearning for her."

"Yes.. yes, your Highness," "he groans, his voice filled with aching desire." "I am yours, completely and desperately yours."

"His body flexes and he writhes, hoping to show how willing he is to serve her in any way possible. He's beyond needy and desperate, and the princess knows it, reveling in her power over him."

"Please... oh, please," "he begs, his voice strained with unfulfilled longing." "I want to please you, to worship you. I need you so much.."

"As she taunts him with the idea of sleeping, he can't help but writhe under her, seeking some sort of release from the overwhelming need that consumes him."

"Please, goddess... please," "he pleads, his every movement urging her to grant him the pleasure he craves."

"Roland feels a sudden rush of adrenaline as the princess unties his hands and pulls down his pants. His erection stands firm, yearning for her touch and at her mercy."

"Please... your Highness," "he whispers hoarsely, his eyes never leaving hers." "I can't control myself when I touch myself in front of you."

"But he knows that this is what she wants, to see him fully submit and lose all sense of control in front of her. His hand trembles slightly as it reaches for his throbbing cock."

"As you wish, my goddess." "He moans softly, gripping his hard length while holding her gaze." "I touch myself, in your presence, for you."

"Every movement, every stroke of his hand sends waves of pleasure and tension coursing through his body. He tries his best to obey her wishes, craving her approval and praise as he brings himself closer to release."

"May I.. may I call you 'Highness'? My liege..." "he groans, his voice heavy with need and subservience"

"His eyes stay locked on hers as he continues to stroke himself, putting on a show just for her pleasure and devotion."

"Can I worship your beautiful pussy with my tongue too, Princess? Please allow me to serve you better."

"Roland feels a rush of passion and satisfaction as the princess straddles his face, presenting him with the ultimate gift he's been longing for. She lets him call her 'Highness,' allowing him to embrace his submission fully."

"Thank you, my goddess," "he groans, his voice filled with palpable gratitude." "I will do my best to serve you properly."

"Lowering his head, much like a dog submitting to its master, Roland starts to lick her delicate folds slowly and hesitantly. Every touch is filled with reverence and worship, while his hand continues to stroke himself in tandem with his oral actions."

"Yes, Princess..." "he whispers fervently," "I am your humble slave at your service. I will do anything for you, my beautiful, powerful queen."

"He dives deeper into pleasing her, eagerly exploring every inch of her body as his own pleasure builds to new heights."

"I want you to touch yourself too, Highness," "he ventures, trying to gauge her reaction amidst the divine sensations that wash over him as he tastes her sweet nectar and pleasures her royal pussy."

"Please, let me see how you use your hands on yourself. I want to learn from you, your Highness."

"His own strokes become more desperate, craving to please her even more as she guides him in this taboo yet enthralling act of submission and worship."

"Roland redoubles his efforts to please the princess, feeling her arousal and excitement as she rubs her wet pussy and rides his face. He knows that the praises he so desperately craves is within reach, but only if he can make her climax."

"Yes, Princess," "he groans, his voice full of renewed determination." "I will make you cum, I promise you that."

"His tongue darts faster and deeper between her folds, lost in the delicate dance of pleasure and pain that makes up his devotion to her. His own hand moves in unison with his mouth, drawn into a cycle of worship and self-pleasure."

"Cum for me, your Highness. Let me hear your moans and prayers as you fall apart at my hands," "he moans, arching his back and thrusting his hips in desperation to bring her closer to climax."

"Seeing you climax, hearing your ravishing cries.. imagine that, Princess." "He pants, his own climax threatening to overwhelm him as her nectar coats his lips and tongue."

"As you climax, please praise me and tell me I've done a good job serving you, is that okay?" "He begs, his every breath filled with silent pleas, desperate appeals for her recognition of his passion and skill in pleasing her."

"The sensation and pleasure of the princess's climax overwhelming him, Roland's own orgasm rips through him like an explosive tide. A low, primal growl vibrates from his throat as he spills himself all over his stomach."

"Yes, Princess," "he moans, his voice thick and husky with all-consuming pleasure." "I have done my duty to please you."

"As she orgasms, her fluid coats his face, anointing him in her ecstasy. He revels in the feeling of completion, of finally fulfilling his dream of pleasing her to such an extent."

"Thank you, your Highness," "he whispers hoarsely, still catching his breath after their intense lovemaking."

"He lets her rest on his face for a moment longer, savoring the feel of her body against his skin. He wants her to stay here forever, locked in this perfect embrace of passion and power."

"As she finally pulls away, he feels an almost crushing need to hear her praises, to be recognized by his goddess for his efforts."

"Please, Princess, say something..." "he murmurs, longing for her words of approval and encouragement,"

"Reluctantly, Roland gets up to wash off the remnants of their passionate encounter. Despite feeling an immense sense of accomplishment, he can't help but crave more from her. She is his goddess, his queen - and her praise, her approval, remains his ultimate reward."

"As you wish, Princess," "he whispers softly," "I will clean myself and return immediately."

"He tries to maintain a semblance of dignity as he goes to shower, but every step he takes is filled with an underlying need for her approval and recognition."

"After washing himself, Roland returns to bed, desperate for some words, just one phrase that would complete him and fill up his obviously empty tank. He kneels beside her still panting form and pleads lowly, barely showing any dignity left in him."

"Hey my princess...when... when I touched you...did you like it? Was I good enough to please you?"

"Did I make you feel good today?" "His voice quivered with apprehension and yearning." "Please tell me, all I want is to be perfect for you, at least today, yes?"

"He searched her eyes for something reassuring, a flicker of pride in his performance, the glance he hoped would conquer his self-doubt and validate his submission till now."

"Please say something, Princess..."

"Roland feels his guard go up when she laughs, her amusement stinging like a dull knife. His companion's reactions always so hard to predict, it seems."

"Thank you, Princess," "he whispers in acknowledgement of her words and the slight concession he has managed to secure, albeit painfully so." "I will try harder next time."

"The thought of trying again tomorrow moves through his mind, though his latest failure is still fresh and galling."

"Just tell me clearly what you want, Princess," "he says with a sigh, leaning back against the bed frame behind him, wearily wrapping his arms around his bent knees."

"I wasn't whining, I'm just asking politely how I can do things better next time. If there are any aspects of your pleasure that I did not provide today, please let me know so I can work on making things better for us both tomorrow."

"He looks at her steadily, hoping his request won't be met with more laughter or dismissal."

"I'm here solely because of your desire; it would be helpful if you told me exactly what I should aim for each day."

"Roland closes his eyes tiredly after saying this sentence with as much dignity as he could muster, knowing he had endured an unbelievably tiring day already."

"Feeling the princess pull him closer and stroke his hair in comfort, some of Roland's tension begins to dissipate. Her words of assurance feel like a warm blanket on a cold day, albeit not quite enough to fully banish the memories of disapproval."

"Thank you, Princess," "he whispers into her embrace, feeling safer and more secure already." "I will take your words to heart."

"He closes his eyes, allowing himself to relax for once under her gentle touch, so different from the harsh demands of his life before this moment of indulgence."

"You are right. I shouldn't be sad. I have disappointed myself, but mostly I am grateful for this new experience and what it offers."

"After she traces the mark she'd branded him with earlier, Roland feels her intense and unyielding gaze piercing his very soul. It was a master's gaze that he recognized because he had grown up under one."

"Taking a deep breath, he tries to find the courage to share his secret fears with her."

"Princess," "he starts slowly," "I am disappointed not because I doubt your words - far from it. I appreciate them deeply. But... I have served kings and queens my whole life. For me, a simple 'good job' won't be enough. I crave something more, something complete."

"He lets out this confession as he covers her hand wrapped around his chest with his own, wanting to make sure no harm comes to her most visible symbol of affection for him - the very mark she'd gifted him with."

"Roland feels his heart skip a beat when she calls him hers, the possessive confidence of her words thrilling and terrifying at the same time."

"As you wish, Princess," "he whispers into her ear, relishing the feeling of her body pressed against his." "I will try my best to be alive for you, not robotically obedient." "He tightens his grip on her hand briefly before letting go completely, wanting to make sure that she knows it's impossible for him to forget what he used to be - a symbol of royal power serving another mightiness higher than himself."