The Queen

He awoke to the feel of persistent but light slaps on his face, as the daylight blinded his slowly opening eyes. Before he had a chance to recall where he was or who was awakening him, he was jerked forward by the neck, stumbling onto his feet. Without thought, he began following the blurry shapes in front of him that seemed to be pulling him forward.

Once the cool breeze hit his bare skin and he realized he was naked, it all came flooding back to him. He blinked his eyes twice and gradually opened them all the way to find his suspicions confirmed. He was being led somewhere on a collar and chain. The last he could remember was being surrounded by strange, aggressive-looking characters after his failed attempt at raiding a passing caravan.

“Keep up!” said the man in front of him, leading him by the chain. “The Queen will not be happy to be kept waiting.”

Queen? A rush of fear swept over him. Why was he not simply killed for what he’d done? Perhaps she wanted information from him. Perhaps she wanted to send a message. No one had been killed in the raid, and the caravan only contained food – nothing of tremendous value, really. Yes, she must just want information, an apology, and to give him a few lashings for his behavior. Surely she is a reasonable queen, he told himself, or else she would not have spared his life. He would beg her forgiveness and earn his freedom, he decided.

Rounding the corner, he was led into a massive room with a crowd of several people at the other end. Undoubtedly, this was the throne room of the palace, with its towering pillars, ornate banners, and a floor so polished you could see your reflection in it. The people there wore colorful robes and dresses, aside from the burly, dark skinned guards carrying long sharp spears, who were dressed only in loincloths. His cheeks turned a light shade of pink and his penis shriveled as he was led through the middle of the crowd while eyes fixated on him.

The top of the throne became visible as the last of the crowd was parted. It was an elegant white marble design with two horns drawing together to direct attention to the one seated on its shimmering beauty. He nearly stood back in astonishment as his guide moved aside to reveal the wondrous creature seated before him. Her skin şişli escort was a smooth, light caramel color. Her hair fell over her shoulders in long, wavy black locks. Along her waist she wore a skirt that teasingly drew further and further up on the sides, showing off her shapely hips. A slender horizontal garment covered her breasts. She had the majesty of a goddess, the inviting face of an angel, and the entrancing curves of a woman.

On approaching the Queen, he felt the searing stare of the entire audience, as voices fell silent. He was an interruption, and a most unusual one, he could tell. With barely a movement or word, she scanned him with her eyes, thanked the guard, and took the chain leash in her hand. Instinctively, he started bending down to kneel, but before his knee could touch the floor, he was pulled towards her. Closer and closer, up the steps to the throne, until finally he was leaning over her, his head at her shoulder.

“Down,” she commanded authoritatively, placing her hand on his back and pushing him over her lap. Once he was bent over, her hand flew rapidly down his back and glided over the surface of his bare bottom. Lightly she brushed her fingers across his cheeks, down between his legs, and over his balls. She nodded to a nearby servant who promptly brought a large bowl filled with water, a bottle of ointment, and a blade.

“Continue,” she said to the surrounding advisers and audience members, who watched in shock as she spread the ointment over the man’s behind and proceeded to shave his ass smooth. His humiliation was palpable, letting out quiet stuttered gasps. The speakers resumed their discussion with the Queen, periodically losing momentum, pausing, and stammering over the odd sight in front of them. Before the man knew it, his ass, balls, and crotch were as hairless as a baby’s bottom.

“And what do the people in your kingdom say?” the Queen asked one of the men in the crowd. The conversation went on as she stroked the naked ass of the man on her lap. Her hand slowly worked its way down his crack, turned up again and firmly stretched out over his right cheek, and then clasped onto it possessively. Immediately he tensed up and tightened his butt. She dug in deeper, forcing his muscles to bahçelievler escort relax and forcing a frightened sigh from his lips. Her eyes had been on, and remained on, the crowd.

Suddenly something was said that displeased the Queen, and she responded with a startlingly hard smack on the man’s ass. He yelped in a mix of surprise, embarrassment, and excitement. The audience had fallen silent once more, looking at the red hand-print on his white bottom. He weakly tried to raise up off her lap, but quickly earned another hard smack on his other cheek. She leaned in next to his head and said loudly, “Stay.” And stay he did.

“The governed in any kingdom is like a man’s bottom,” she told those gathered in her throne room, while caressing and fondling the ass on her lap. “Defensive, tense, scared.” SMACK. “Distrusting control in any other hands.” SMACK. “Afraid of what it could mean if they were to discover how much they like being led.” SMACK. “Terrified of finding out they might need it.” SMACK.

“You must be firm enough to show your leadership,” she continued. “But not so harsh that you destroy what you are taking.” Frozen in place, he closed his eyes as she gently teased his asshole with the tip of her finger. “In time, the fear of losing control will turn to fear of living without the protection, security, and order you can provide. People willingly surrender control in the hopes of finding meaning and purpose.”

“And before they know it…”

She pressed her finger against his asshole. With a soft moan, he felt her slide into him.

“…they welcome you inside.”

“Body,” she said, slyly inserting another finger, “and mind.” With that, a third finger made its way into his asshole.

The audience stood, jaws agape, anxiously anticipating the Queen’s next action. A mischievous smile appeared on her face as she felt the men in the crowd clench up. One by one, she removed her fingers from his anus.

“Once you’ve shown them how deserving you are of their worship and submission,” she explained as she guided him to the floor, “then you must ensure they never forget their place of service. That they always know who holds their chains.”

Removing her skirt before them, she fastened on ataköy escort a belt with a rubber cock on the front of it. Whispers and hushed words emanated from the audience. She grabbed the man by his leash, pressed the dildo against his face, and ordered him to open his mouth. He grimaced and turned away. She slapped his cheek and pushed it on his lips again. He hesitated and parted his lips more, but still turned away, breathing heavily in near-panic.

She grabbed his leash, pulled up, tilting his head towards her, and told him to look at her. “The instant your lips willfully close around my cock – and they will do so willfully – your little cock is going to get rock hard. Do you know how I know that? Because you have always been a slave. You’ve been a slave to fear all your life. Now you are my slave, and no slave of mine is allowed to fear pleasing his Queen.”

She stood confidently, staring down at him, waiting on what she knew would follow. He grabbed her long, thick black rubber cock with both hands, stroking it enthusiastically, and stuffed it down his throat. Her expression showed no change. She merely pulled his leash a little tighter, put her hand on the back of his head, and said, “Good bitch.”

Just as she had predicted, his little cock stiffened like never before. He felt it, she saw it, the whole crowd saw it. Still, he eagerly continued to suck her big black cock on his knees in the middle of the palace throne room. Audience members tried to leave, but the guards blocked the exits.

“I’ve seen the way you all look at me,” the Queen said now in a dark and displeased tone of voice. “You think me unfit for control. You think I know nothing of power. You’d prefer me on all fours instead of on this throne.”

She grabbed her slave by the hair and pulled her cock out of his mouth. At her instruction, he turned around and laid down on the floor, face against the ground, with his bare, smooth shaven ass up in the cool air. “Remember this, for you could be next.”

He gasped, moaned, and screamed in ecstasy as she slid her strap-on dick into his tight ass. Stroke after stroke, thrust after thrust, she made herself clear. He could see everything in the reflection from the floor. Finally, he couldn’t contain himself any longer and exploded onto himself and his reflection. She gradually pulled her large cock out of him and left him to collapse on the floor, a spectacular mess.

“This broken toy,” she said to the crowd, while pointing at her slave, “is more than you will ever be, unless you learn the meaning and purpose of submission.”

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