1. The King is Lost


    Date: 2/17/2024, Categories: Fantasy Authoritarian, Bondage and restriction Cock & ball torture, Domination/submission Female Domination, Masturbation Author: Wanderwolf, Source: sexstories.com 

    ... happened. She started stroking his exposed cock. His mind tried to fight more but his body gave in so quickly.

“Look how easy it is for me to get you to calm down. Just stroke your nice thick cock. How quickly you will give in to me. It is ok. More than one has met their match when it came to Alannah charms. You see,” she said softly in his ear and her body inched closer and closer to his. “I’m the dominant in this part of the sea. The ones that wife’s worry about and look at you my latest conquest.” Her hand gently stroked him the whole time. His body is losing more and more control.

“Let’s take this gag off,” she purred as both hands moved behind his head. “I want to hear what you have to offer me. Will it be money or violence. You know only one went willingly.” The gag popped out from his mouth.

He moved it side to side to get the feeling back. “Do you know who I am,” he barked at her.

“Yes, the king, but not the king all the way out here.” She giggled. Her hands slowly traced. Down his naked form.

“I will come back in force,” he said with anger building in his voice.

“So, violence,” she giggled again. “I thought it would have been money.” Her hands are now at his chest. Her thumbs gave his nipples a quick rubbing.

“If it's money you want. I’m the king and can give you anything.”

Her hands moved lower still. Her eyes locked into his. A battle of the will. In this position he held no cards and as much as he wanted to fight it more he had to give in. ...
    ... “I want only one thing from you.”

“Yes!! You name it. I will give you another thing,” his words came stumbling out.

“Anything, interesting. All I want is your submission and obedience.” Her hand wrapped around his semi hard cock again and started stroking again.

It took him some time to get his head clean. He finally said, "you can try but that will not happen. No matter how long you torture me.”

“Is this torture,” she whispered into his ear. Then taking a nibble on his ear lobe. “I think most other men would think this is pleasure. Your cock thinks so. Can you feel how hard it is getting by my touch?” His head dropped back. He knows he is going to end up on the losing side of this.

“I like how thick and veiny your kingly member is sire. Your royal cock must make all the court maidens drool over it. Is that true,” she questioned.

“Yes,” he said, starting to breath hard. “They like it.”

“Well, from now on this member is my plaything. Those court sluts will not get to play with it. It is my toy now. Maybe if you are a good boy, I will let you use it with one of them.” He giggled again at his expense. Her free hand reached down and grabbed his nut sack. Giving it a small squeeze. He yelped as his body shuddered in the pain. His eyes closed, head flying around trying to jerk the pain away. His eyes popped open and in them she saw it. There is that one moment in time that she knows she broke them. Sometimes her subject does not even know they were broken. That ...
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