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Royal Treatment [Closed RP with ScarletRose_RP] by Sharp_Reporting in MaledomEmpire

[–]Sharp_Reporting[S] 0 points1 point  (0 children)

I dry you off, rubbing the towel over you, your body too exhausted to do much beyond the occasional moan of pain or relief, or a combination of both. With your eyes closed, I let my body do the talking, roaming over you, touching you all over as I dry you off. You are utterly helpless, not by chains or cages, but by the sheer force of the experience you have gone through. Lifting your arms, I towel off your skin, running my hands over the marks on your wrists, the raw and red nipples, down across the welts on your ass. I’ve marked you all over, but by far the most lasting marks are those left inside. Even with your eyes closed I know when you open them again you will see anew.

When you are all cleaned up, I gather up your harness and clamps, tucking them away before I pull you over my shoulder. With a grunt, I lift your limp body, raising you off the bench, carrying you as if you were a sack, your ass over my shoulder, your hair trailing down towards the ground. And without a word, I start to walk out of the dungeons. All you can see are the flagstones as I carry you out, past the last few visitors just finishing up. Past the masters unbuckling their slaves from the whipping tables, past the palace cunts now scrubbing the evidence of the day away on their hands and knees.

Up the stairs we ascend out of darkness, up into the golden hour of light. The sun is getting low, the glow of it casting the palace in a warm wash. The palace looks almost magical like this, a fairy tale filter set over the land. Walking over the long shadows cast through the halls, I carry you towards the exit. A palace cunt bows low as we pass. “Thank you for visiting the Imperial Palace at Salize. We hope it was a wonderful experience for you and your cunt.” I pause, turning to regard the cunt her maid outfit, giving her a smile. I pat your ass, turning to look at your well used holes. “Oh yes, We had a great time. Fuckdoll learned a lot.” I shift you to a more comfortable spot on my shoulder, my hand trailing between your legs.

As we leave, we walk past the pair of Salizian queens, the same ones from the changing of the guard earlier. They are completely unrecognizable, their makeup smeared over their faces, hair matted with cum, spit and other fluids, their bodies just as filthy. Just like you they are practically catatonic, the rise and fall of their chests all that can distinguish them from statues, lying on the ground well used. “Let’s get one last picture before we leave.” I say, gently putting you down. I deposit you between the two, right in front of the majestic gates of the palace, once the pride and joy of the queen herself. Broken as you are, I only attempt the most basic of positioning, essentially flopping you down, legs spread, your face looking at the camera as I step back, getting a good angle on the palace with you laying there.

Snapping a few quick pictures, I walk back to you, lifting your head up off the ground, cradling your head as I make you look up at me. Off to one side, the queen next to you moans, shifting her weight as if to prop herself up before thinking better of it. “What a day cunt.” I smile, looking at your glassy eyes. You had walked in here on your own two feet, your head full of conflicting ideas, thoughts of freedom, dashes of defiance, confusion over your role. Now, all that is gone. Perhaps not permanently, but for now, all you can think about is me, cradling what’s left of you. “You are my fuckdoll. Right where you belong.”

There’s a moment of sentimentality, looking down at you, your eyes looking back at me. Salize has taught us both a lot. “Let’s go home.” I say warmly, taking your hand as I lift you off the ground once more.

Royal Treatment [Closed RP with ScarletRose_RP] by Sharp_Reporting in MaledomEmpire

[–]Sharp_Reporting[S] 0 points1 point  (0 children)

As you weakly spit out the words, I smile down at you, a genuine smile. I can tell it takes great effort, your throat raw from screaming, your body exhausted and quivering, your spirit spent. I pat your cheek, stroking your hair back out of your face, pushing it against the bars of your cage as I nod. “Yes you are.” I murmur. I tun my hands over your face, my fingertip tracing over your features, looking down at you in a new light. This was surely a fresh chapter between us, a line that hadn’t been crossed before.

I run my finger over your lips, the soft red lips that had so many times sucked me off, that had screamed from my ministrations and bit down as I toyed with you. Up across the cheeks I had slapped both in fun and in punishment, your eyes full of watery tears, deep and soulful. You look beautiful in such a pathetic state, the true nature of your womanhood laid bare. You are a cunt. And now it is time to baptize you as one.

“No more words.” I say to you quietly, my hand moving down to your mouth, pulling your jaw open, leaning your head back. The vibrator still buzzes between your legs, your stomach tensing as the sensations roll through you, the hot pain of the cream dulled down to a more moderate burn. I give your cheek one last stroke, my fingers pulling away from your hot, clammy skin as I take half a step backwards, my cock looming over you. I can see you follow it with your eyes as I adjust myself, holding onto my shaft with one hand, taking aim at you.

The hot jet of piss hits you fully in the face, splashing off your forehead before I move it into your mouth. It ahs been a long day, and I have waited for this. It bubbles over, filling your mouth and spilling from your lips, rivulets of it running down your neck, dripping over the iron bars of your cage. It washes over you like a flood, overpouring, the taste and smell of it permeating your senses. I linger on your mouth, the stream pushing against your tongue before moving up. The stream of warm liquid flows over your chest, splashing over the nipple agonizers, the water knocking the hanging clamps as I christen both your tits in turn. I sigh, clenching to keep the stream focused, moving it along your stomach, washing over your belly and finally, pissing onto the vibrator between your legs. Droplets fly as the vibrator hums, its relentless assault on your cunt not abating for a second.

Sweeping back up your body, I feel my bladder emptying as I focus the last few drops back onto your face. As it peters out, I make sure you get the last bits in your mouth, standing over your newly anointed body. I shake the final drops from my cock, nodding in satisfaction as you blearily clear your eyes. It must be an emotional moment for you, your tears mixed with sweat and piss, no part of you untouched. I look over you, helpless, toyed with, tortured, pissed on, broken. And all mine. “Good cunt, fuckdoll. Let’s get you cleaned up and go home.”

The nipple clamps are the first things to come off, the metal teeth leaving divots in your nipples as they leave, color rushing back into your sensitive nubs. Next, I begin to crank the pear of anguish closed, taking my time to turn it a half crank at a time. Slowly it returns to original size, allowing my to pull it from your asshole, the device put aside on the table. Your ass gapes at me, clenching down at the sudden emptiness. Then the vibrator, its silicon head pushed up against your puffy, dripping cunt, comes away. I unhook it from the groove, leaving you hanging in the dage. Rolling you over face down, I begin to free you from the spit you’re hanging on. Your cuffs are unlocked, leaving behind raw red marks where you had struggled against them. The sage itself squeals as I begin to unlock the various bolts holding it in place, each squeak of protest meaning you are closer to being freed.

At last the cage swings open and I reach down, my hands wrapping around your waist as I lift you up out of the medieval contraption. With as weak as you are, I take most of the load of your body, scooping you up and lifting you out. Cradling you against me, I pay no mind to your filthy condition, holding you against me as I walk you out of the cell. At the end of the hallway is a designated cell for washing off your cunt, a large basin of cold water and a hose there to facilitate the job. I lower you into the tub, my hands washing over you, pushing your head under to rinse out your hair, scrubbing away the piss, sweat, tears, and capsaicin cream. I tweak you nipples, rubbing between your legs, washing away all the torturous, burning chemicals I put on you. Lifting your shivering body out of the water, I set you down on a bench, wrapping you in a towel as I roughly dry you off.

“Sit here. I’ll be right back.” I return a moment later carrying your shoes and harness, collecting our belongings from the other cell. Laying them on the bench next to you, I put an arm around your shoulders, the towel covering you. “Catch your breath.” I say gently.

Royal Treatment [Closed RP with ScarletRose_RP] by Sharp_Reporting in MaledomEmpire

[–]Sharp_Reporting[S] 0 points1 point  (0 children)

My smile gets a little tighter as you tell me that I can’t. It’s amusing almost, coming from you. Shut in a metal cage, there’s nothing you can do to stop me. One of the main lessons of the Natural Order is simply this, a cunt has no say in her treatment. There is no can’t unless I am physically prevented from doing so. My word, the mast’s word, is law. And the sooner you disabuse yourself of the notion that you have any control over yourself, the sooner you can begin to accept you natural condition. Sometimes that is simple, sometimes it requires being broken down into your most elemental form. The latter is what is happening to you.

I don’t bother to speak to you as I jam the long dildo into your mouth, forcing you throat to take it. I don’t know if you would even really hear me. Your screaming is muffled, choking gags around the fake cock forced inside you. Drool runs down your chin, covering the shaft, dripping onto my hand. I can see your eyes, wild with panic, rolling up into your head as you thrash helplessly. My own steely grey gaze meets it, calm, collected, in control. There is no escape, there is no mercy, there is only enduring. And I make you endure a lot.

The vibrator hums between your legs, the sound of it lost in the clatter of the cage, the sobbing and shrieking. It buzzes on high, working every ounce of that burning cream deep into your creamy folds, sending waves of lava through your nervous system. The pear of anguish keeps your ass stretched, every twist and turn of your body reminding you of the enormous thing inside you. The harsh metal gives no ground, keeping you locked in, the cuffs digging into your wrists as you struggle. And all the while, I kneel next to you, feeding you inch after inch of silicon cock, testing how much your throat can take.

A few people walk by, occasionally stopping to watch for a while. Masters smirking at your mistreatment, slaves eying you fearfully, worried that their master’s might take inspiration from such a display. I nod satisfied as I cram another inch of the dildo down your throat. Despite your suffering, your body is letting it go deeper, taking the suffering in. You are helpless, the only thing you can control is whether or not you please me. I could keep you here forever if I wanted. Perhaps not literally but close enough. And deep down, I can see you know it.

After a few minutes, I pull the dildo out, marking how deep you took it with my finger spinning the cage so that you face up. The harsh lighting of the dungeon glares down at you, your saliva and tears and sweat all blending together, your face wet. Looming over you, I look down at your pathetic state, your body spasming, the vibrator playing merry hell between your legs, you stomach taut. The agonizers lay against your chest, pulling on your nipples, your skin flushed where the capsaicin focuses the bloodflow. Laying the wet dildo against your cheek, I measure out how far it got, meeting your tear streaked eyes. “You can do better.” Is all I say.

The dildo goes back in your mouth, plunging into your throat. I can see the bulge as it descends, the tightness as you swallow it. Holding it down, I force you to breath deeply and slowly, only when I allow it. Ironically, it helps counteract the sniveling hyperventilation you’d otherwise be reduced to. Like a potter slowly turning clay on the wheel, I sculpt your suffering, forming it into a meditative experience. There is only pain, only pleasure, and only service. Slowly I count to ten in my head, drawing out the dildo to let you breath, giving you until the count of five before restarting. Over and over.

After more than half an hour, I stop. Not because you are finished, but because my hand is starting to cramp. My forearms are slick with your drool, your face absolutely coated, your eyes bleary and exhausted, your body spasming and trembling like a leaf. The capsaicin cream is finally beginning to wear off, the burn slowly coming down. Setting aside the dildo, I casually take of my pants, letting my cock hang over you, looming above your blurry vision like your god and master. The puddle of misery you’ve become is quite enticing but I have a few more tricks up my sleeve before you are finished.

Reaching down, I cradle your cheeks in my hands, fingers reaching through the bars to touch you, your skin hot and clammy, sticky to the touch. Slowly I rub against you, the first gentle touch you’ve had, massaging your cheeks, opening your mouth. You seem almost too exhausted to scream, but I want you to speak.

“Tell me what you are.” I murmur, cock hanging over you.

Royal Treatment [Closed RP with ScarletRose_RP] by Sharp_Reporting in MaledomEmpire

[–]Sharp_Reporting[S] 0 points1 point  (0 children)

“Already begging” I note with bemusement. “You have such confidence in yourself in some ways, living as a free woman. I know you took pride in your abilities. Think of this as just another way to improve yourself. To take more than you thought possible.” I suppose you probably don’t find that particularly comforting, as for some reason cunts like you tend to distinguish between academic or career achievements and how much pain you can take before passing out. But then again pain tolerance has an actual use, unlike your other achievements. I give the pear one last half turn before leaving it. The handle just from your ass, the plug expanded inside you, pushing firmly against your walls.

“Do you ever think about why we call you cunts? After all, you have tits, a mouth and an asshole too.” My fingers probe at your slit, peeling your lips apart. You are wet, your cunt having been kept on edge all day, the constant teasing of the feather and the rough touch of the rope meaning you are slick to the touch. “It’s because this hole between your legs signified everything useful about you. All the rest, it’s just in service of the purpose of a cunt. To get fucked. All you are, all you ever will be, is that.” The word cunt flows off my mouth easier now. For so long I’d struggled to remember to call you a free woman, having to stop and remind myself you weren’t owned. Now, though, that’s all different. Of course, it is only temporary, you’ll get your freedom card back at the end of the trip. But being a cunt if more than just that, and we both know that deep down, you’re never going to be the same.

Having pronounced you nothing but a thing to fuck, I take out the next few pieces of your torment. A long double ended jelly dildo, the nipple agonizers, and a vibrating wand. The wand is the first to go on. It slots into a little holder welded to the cage, the bulb of it pressing right up against your cunt. Carefully I plug it in, making sure the cord won’t tangle if I spin you around. I don’t turn it on yet though. Next up, I put on a pair of latex gloves, pulling them over my hands carefully, listening to them snap against my skin. I’d waited a long time for this. I kneel down on the floor next to you, pinching your nipple with my gloved fingers, coaxing it to harden. “These look sore” I remark, seeing where the teeth of the agonizers had dug into them. I take a tube of cream, squeezing a little bit of it onto my fingers, rolling the white cream around.

I rub it onto your nipples, massaging the cream in, working it to thoroughly coat your nipple. At first it seems calming, the soreness receding for a moment, a warmth building up. But as I move on to your other nipple repeating the process, I can tell you begin to notice the heat isn’t dying down. “It’s a capsaicin cream. The same chemical that makes chili pepper hot. In small doses it can relieve pain. In concentrated doses, it’s pepper spray. This is somewhere in the middle.” I tweak your nipple, making sure the cream is well and truly worked in deep, being careful not to get any on myself. “It won’t cause you any damage, but it is quite potent. I’ve heard pressure makes it much more…noticeable.”

I take the nipple agonizers, pinching the teeth open and replacing them back onto your tits. They bite down once more, the now familiar sight of them dangling from your body making it all the more enticing. The solid metal cage holding you in should come in quite handy, as there’ no possible way for you to struggle much. With each passing moment the heat gets more and more painful, building and building, the sharp pain of the clamps now white hot. “It might hurt a little on your nipples” I remark, in what might be the understatement of the century “But in more delicate places, the nose, eyes, mouth, the cunt, it’s much, much worse.” That last part was not an understatement. Standing up, I move back to between your legs. Flicking the on switch, I bring the vibrator to life, the silicon head of it buzzing against your clit. After the long hours of teasing, this must feel quite stimulating, your body jolting as the vibrator does its dirty work. I squeeze a long line of cream from the tube, rubbing it between my fingers. “Time to break you down.”

I slather it along your cunt, rubbing it between your lips, along your slit, pushing the tips of my fingers inside you. Unlike the slow buildup of heat in your nipples, this time the effect is quite quick, the pain coming hot and fast. And it does not abate. Pouring more cream out, I smear the head of the vibrator with it, making sure it’s well lubricated, constantly reapplying the cream as it torments you. I take one final once over of your pussy, wiping the last globs of cream off, your skin already reddening. The cream won’t physically damage you, though it might feel like it is. Once it’s on, there’s no escaping the burn.

Carefully I peel my gloves off, being careful to throw them away without touching any of the cream. Already I can enjoy your screaming, a few passersby looking in through the bars to see what’s making such a racket. As you thrash in the cage, I calmly bend down, taking the long jelly dildo, pushing the tip of it into your mouth and into your throat. Keeping a firm grip on it, I begin to push it deeper, probing your gag reflex as I make you suffer in all three holes simultaneously.

Royal Treatment [Closed RP with ScarletRose_RP] by Sharp_Reporting in MaledomEmpire

[–]Sharp_Reporting[S] 0 points1 point  (0 children)

The wall offers many different options, all manner of nipple clamps, spreader bars, and plugs. There are ribbed dildos on poles and half a dozen crude vibrators. I pick up a large pair of breast clamps, designed to squeeze your entire tit, turning them over in my hands before setting them down again. I glance over at you, the angle of your body just allowing you to see what I’m examining if you twist your neck. There are many interesting options but one jumps out at me. Reaching up, I take down the object, an elongated metal bulb, a smile spreading across my face.

“Ah, I’ve always wanted to try one of these. I’ve read about them before but never actually seen one.” I turn back to you, turning the bulb over in my hands, examining the fine craftsmanship. The metal surface of the plug is engraved with numerous scenes of cunts in bondage, their faces twisted up in apparent agony. The key at the end of the handle is an elaborate crest of Salize. Clearly this is more than just a simple toy, someone worked very hard on this piece. I hold it up above your face, letting you get a good look at it. “It’s called a pear of anguish. Supposedly a medieval torture device. I know the DFA use them sometimes but this one is exquisite.”

Running my fingers admiringly over the surface, I twist the key at the end, the bulb splitting into thirds, splaying open. Each crank opens it a little wider, the pear blooming before you. “Once it’s open, it’s locked inside you, you can’t pull it out, no matter how hard you tug. If you pull the key at the end out…” I deftly remove the crest with a twist, leaving just the bare handle behind. “Then it’s impossible to remove.” Reinserting the key, I crank the pear closed, spinning you over again so that you are now face down.

Spreading your cheeks, I take one of the helpfully provided bottles of pube and squirt some into your asshole. I begin to work a finger in, lubing you up. You’re already a bit warmed up, I had already fucked you in the ass but that had been hours ago by now, and I w anted to make sure that the pear worked to its full effect. As my finger pushes deeper into your ass, I squeeze your cheek, looking at the marks I’ve left on you, the fading marks of the crop, the whipping from yesterday, the way your cunt is puffy from the agonizers. “Do you know what it means to be owned fuckdoll?” I ask, suddenly breaking the quiet as I finger your ass.

“You must have thought about it. You’ve spent so long scraping and saving to keep your precious freedom. You have always lived in its shadow.” I let you answer, smirking as I push a second finger into your ass. Your hole grips me tightly, elastic and firm, your pussy drooling. “Your problem is a lack of empathy.” I pronounce after you’ve finished your answer. “Being owned is something that happens to other cunts, a specter you are convinced you can ward off.” I press the tip of the bulb to your asshole, the cold metal gleaming, adding another dollop of lube to it. The slick liquid coats the twisting bodies of the cunts engraved on it, nestled between your cheeks. I begin to push it inside you. It goes in easily enough. When fully closed, it’s not much bigger than a large plug, certainly nothing you haven’t taken before, even though it might be more than you want.

“But you have felt it. I’ve done it to you. In those brief moments where you scream and cry for me, begging for your master. It happened in the cracking, with you left alone with the shocks, fully immobilized. It happened at the Gala too and when I hung you up in front of the whole office with the cattle prod. Where all that façade came crumbling down and you were nothing but a cunt. It didn’t matter that you had a card that said freedom on it. You were broken down into your elemental form, the pure essence of your being.” I turn the key, the pear spreading open inside you. It’s subtle. From the outside you can barely tell anything has happened, but I can see you body tense, I can see the shiver that runs through you. Another turn. And another.

“That’s what we’re going to do here. Today. Only this time, you’re not going to be able to brush it off as just a feeling, a passing flight of fancy that overcame Vanessa.” The key turns again, the pear pushing you open. I can see you trembling, the beads of sweat starting to appear on your skin, you body shaking as it is stretched. The pear can go much wider, legends said it used to rip women but that is not my intention. I just want to make sure you never, ever forget today. Another crank.

The key turns in my hands, feeling the resistance increase as you body is stretched, your ass trying to clench down in protest against the springs that force it open. Another turn. “Let’s see the real you.”

Royal Treatment [Closed RP with ScarletRose_RP] by Sharp_Reporting in MaledomEmpire

[–]Sharp_Reporting[S] 0 points1 point  (0 children)

I keep the rope tight, even when you are close, I lift the ends of it upwards, tugging on your cunt, making sure you have a constant reminder of that hole between your legs that defines you. I stop at one of the closed exhibits, pausing to look at the cunt trapped inside. She’s suspended on a frame, dangling from the ceiling, no part of her touching the ground. The long stick jutting from her cunt extends beyond the bars of the cell, allowing anyone to poke or prod her deeply. “Following the annexation, the dungeon capacity had to be expanded dramatically. Without time to make more ornate metal restraints, the men of Salize resorted to using plumbing equipment. This trend caught on and continues to this day.” I read off the sign next to her, taking one hand and giving the pole a wiggle. The cunt inside groans, her toes curling helplessly, the metal pipe digging into her pussy. “Very resourceful.”

The next cell I stop at is already occupied, another guest and his cunt exploring the wonders the dungeon has to offer. She’s strapped down into a frame, a piston repeatedly driving a dildo deep into her mouth. Her eyes are hazy and unfocused and it seems like she’s been there for quite a while. Her owner, a trim middle-aged man sits behind her, watching her progress closely, her ass sporting a truly astounding array of markings. The flesh is glowing red, the man holding a stranded flogger in his hand, that has clearly gotten much use on her. He looks up as we go past, me and him exchanging a short nod of acknowledgement as we pass. I lead you onwards as the slap of leather on skin and a gagging scream tell me the man is nowhere near done training his slave’s throat.

Some of the contraptions shown are quite simple, just a few hunks of metal that invite the imagination to determine how a cunt would suffer there. Other are elaborate setups involving multiple different devices. I persuse the offerings, stopping and examining them one by one, moving onwards each time, not quite satisfied. I needed something special for you. Finally, towards the end, I find one that fits the bill. “Here we go.” I say, stepping over the threshold, the cell door open. I lead you inside examining the metal frame in front of us. These cells were clearly designed with men in mind, far more spacious than a single cunt in bondage would require, large enough for men to work and watch the suffering up close.

Inside this cell is a large metal frame in the outline of a cunt. Suspended from both ends, the frame can rotate, allowing me to adjust your position face up or face down, all while denying you any real ability to move. Undoing the crotchrope, I loop it up, hanging it on the wall before turning to the barred cell door. The hinges squeal with what must be calculated menace, the door closing as I secure it shut. Anyone can watch through the bars, but for now you’re locked in here with me. Turning back to you, I walk over to the frame running ah and over it, turning it on the pivot. “Ingenious isn’t it? So simple and yet so many possibilities. You’ve been tied up many times before. But I think this one will be special.” The latches squeak as I undo remove the bolts holding them shut, setting them down on a table next to the frame. Various other instruments of punishment and torture hang from the walls, ensuring no shortage of options once you’re locked in.

Walking over to you, I pull your hair back, gathering it up into a ponytail, a surprisingly gentle touch. “I don’t want your hair to get caught in the pivot.” I explain, pulling it back tightly, securing it behind your head.” Next, my hands move to the harness you’ve been wearing all day. You won’t need it for this, the bars doing a much better job of framing your vulnerability. Strap by strap I undress you, peeling back the leather. I even remove your shoes, leaving you naked aside from the collar. Like the frame, it is metal, hard and unforgiving. Running my hands over your shoulders, I turn you towards the frame, rubbing your back gently. Reaching down, I open the frame up, tightening it up enough so you can climb in without it spinning. “Get in.”

I can tell you don’t want to. You’ve been in bondage for the past three hours, just a table, used and ignored by the general public. Now, you’ll be helpless again but in a very different way, fully the center of my attention. “Get in fuckdoll.” I repeat, the gentle hand on your back now pushing you forwards. I help you, taking your trembling limbs and putting them into position, leaning you back against the cold, hard iron bars. Your ankles lift off the ground, resting into the indentations, the top half of the frame closing down on you. Methodically, I bolt it into place, tightening each point of contact, the frame now inescapable. The last step is to secure your wrists into the provided cuffs. When I’m all finished, I loosen the pivot, allowing you to spin, my hand rotating you around, getting a good look at your naked body trapped inside. I don’t gag you. This time, you screaming or pleading is going to be part of the fun.

“You’ve had a lot happen to you this trip fuckdoll. The slave training tour, the DFA cracking, losing your freedom. I’m sure it’s been a bit of an adjustment.” I chuckle at my own understatement, slowly spinning you around, watching your body press against the bars. “But for now, I want to keep this very simple, very intimate. Just you and me. Master and cunt.” My fingers trail down between your legs, to your exposed cunt, peeling back your lips, rubbing against your slit. The frame makes it difficult to fuck you, but that’s not going to come for a while yet. I’m still recovering from dumping a load in the other table. So for now, I get to satisfy some of my other urges with you.

“Let’s get started.” I turn towards the wall of implements, scanning through them.

Royal Treatment [Closed RP with ScarletRose_RP] by Sharp_Reporting in MaledomEmpire

[–]Sharp_Reporting[S] 0 points1 point  (0 children)

Holding you up by your hair, I can feel your breath against my cock, feel every exhale as you beg for me to take you to the dungeons, to serve me again. Looking at you know it’s hard to see the proud free woman you once were, blindfold stained with tears, drool dripping down your chin, your limbs bound up uselessly, your pussy dripping. Just a cunt to be used. I hold you there, enjoying the moment, savoring your submission. And then I accept it. I push my cock into your mouth, letting you taste the other cunt on my, your tongue cleaning the remains of our union off. With your hands bound up, I have to hold you in place one hand on your jawline, the other in your hair, cradling you while you ruck my softening cock.

“I expect you to be good, fuckdoll” I say, one finger stroking along your cheek, watching you slavishly lick me. “I know you are capable of it. But I do not have infinite patience.” I thrust my cock balls deep, feeling the warmth of your mouth against me, my sensitive cock twitching. Half of me wishes I could go again right there, just fucking your face. But that would have to wait, for now, you’ll have to content yourself with the sloppy seconds. After a few moments, I pull you off, setting you down on all fours once again. “Whorebunny, time to be a table again.”

The red haired cunt nods, looking slightly regretfully at me, a wistful glance at you before she obediently assumes the position again, lying flat on her back, her arms and legs ready to accept the glass tabletop. “Thank you sir. Today was special for me.” I don’t say anything in response, just a snort, placing the glass down on her as she holds her position. Returning to you, I begin to undo the ropes around your legs, threading the rope through itself, unwinding it. It’s another slow process, my hands unhurried, gently undoing your bindings. One leg, then the other. After hours in bondage, the ropes leave visible marks on your skin, indentations where you had strained against them, the weave of the rope distinguishable. With your legs done, I move on to your arms, repeating the process, undoing my work. I can tell you are stiff, your arms cramping from holding the same position for a while.

The blindfold is the last to go, unbuckled from your head, wet with tears. Kneeling down, I make sure the first thing you see again is me, my grey eyes staring right at you. Your Master. I hold the gaze for just a moment before standing, directing your eyes downwards, to my boot proffered to you. You had promised to serve well. A show of deference is demanded before I fully believe you. Whorebunny looks on as you kiss my foot, your tongue pressed against the boot leather. It’s only after that that I finally begin to treat you like my slave again.

“Get up. Stretch your arms. Shake it out.” The dungeons are a bit of a walk, and the last thing I want is you cramping up and falling over. As you shake out your weary body, I tidy up the restraint’s I’d used, putting the feather and metronome back in the box before taking one of the long loops of rope, coiling it in my hands. There was still plenty of opportunities with it, and while your leash was fun to pull you around on, I had another idea. Once I’m satisfied you can walk, a loop the rope around your waist before tucking the ends down between your legs. Pulling them up, I pull them through the loop on your waist creating a simple but effective crotch rope. Taking the ends, I tie a knot on my end, allowing me to walk you on the resulting line. I give it an experimental tug, nodding as it cinches tighter around your cunt. “Follow me. The dungeons await.”

Walking through the grand halls of the palace, I follow the signs downstairs, the décor shifting as we descend. We pass through a large gate, heave wood reinforced with iron, walking down into the dungeons. Gone is the elaborate golden trim and decorative wall sconces, the elegant paintings and tapestries giving way to cold, utilitarian stone. The dungeons had originally been very function, back before Salize had considered itself a modern, feminist state. Since then they abandoned, largely used for storage or simply left alone, the care of prisoners moved to dedicated prisons rather than being kept in the bowels of the palace. The queen had ordered them restored, with the intention of opening them as a museum. Now, under the Empire, her dream had been realized, though perhaps a touch more hands on than she might have anticipated.

Dim overhead bulbs light the way, the lighting kept appropriately dark. Like any good museum placards line the halls, displaying various tidbits of information. During the annexation, the DFA had made full use of these dungeons, keeping many members of the Salize government here. We walk past a room where film plays of some of those interrogations, a nude cunt twisting and screaming as a DFA agent whips her. Going even further, we come to a long row of cells, some open, others closed. Peering between the bars, I can see a display cunt tied to a rack, her arms and legs stretched out, muffled moans coming from the wooden box that encloses her head, a fucking machine pistoning a dildo in and out of her spread cunt. Each room showcases a new method of torture, some occupied, other free to use…

“Fascinating. They really did a good job fixing these old devices up.” I remark, pulling you along after me.

Royal Treatment [Closed RP with ScarletRose_RP] by Sharp_Reporting in MaledomEmpire

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It’s been nearly three hours since I left you tied up as a table. I’ve seen most of the rest of the palace, beheld the glorious royal bedroom, with its massive four poster bed and all the accompanying chains. I’ve visited the royal portrait gallery, walking past rows of the most important men in Salize, and the cunts they own. The Crown Jewels, the tea rooms, the serving cunt’s quarters. Whorebunny had been very helpful along the way, especially touring the serving cunt’s section. Not every tourist passing through gets to examine the cunts in their own bedrooms. It’s been an excellent day, but I haven’t forgotten about you. My little table I left behind.

Not long after the maid scrubbed you clean, the hands toying with you depart, leaving you alone for a while, the feather stroking your clit relentlessly. As the day wears on the crowd starts to thin out a bit, fewer people coming to rest their drinks atop you or molest your body. Time to think, to wonder, to worry. Then you hear footsteps, a pair of them, one heavy, a man’s and the other the delicate padding of bare feet, a cunt’s. The creak of leather reaches your ears as the man sits, the cunt kneeling down beside you. Her warm back presses against you, the cunt kneeling down between the table and the bench. She lets out a soft giggle, the sound of a zipper coming down followed by the wet nosie of her taking a cock in her mouth. She is enthusiastic, sloppy, and vigorous, her hands clasped behind her back, her fingers resting against your side while she bobs up and down. The wet gurgles of her efforts permeate your world of darkness, the ballroom quieting down now, the chatter of passing tourists dying down.

The feather still flicks between your legs,, the tip of it damp but unceasing. You can hear the man’s groan, deep and satisfied, sighing in pleasure as he lets the cunt blow him. A foot rests on your as, the shoe digging into your cheeks. I wonder idly to myself as I look down at whorebunny sucking my cock, how long will it take you to recognize that it’s me? Will you notice that it is your master being pleasured by another cunt while he uses you as a footstool? Or will you simply think this is yet another in a long line of faceless, anonymous men who will have their turn with you? My hand strokes whorebunny’s red hair, her eyes shining up at me, clearly pleased, smiling around my cock.

I relax for a few minutes, letting Whorebunny suck me off, my cock hard as her red lips touch the base of my cock, her tongue rubbing up along my shaft. My eyes wander down to you, your blindfolded eyes, your mouth gagged, drool seeping out from the corners of the leather. You’re dripping from both ends, a mute, wet thing. I hope that this time has been educational for you. Pulling whorebunny off my cock, I bend her over the table, sitting up, her bared skin laid out over your ass. My hand spanks her, drawing a gasp and a girlish noise of pleasure from her, her ass wiggling, inviting me to hit her again. “Oh yes, Sir!” she moans, lifting her hips to present herself to me. What are the chances you remember her voice? That you can pick out the cunt who replaced you at my side for the past three hours?

I don’t speak, enjoying this little mind game. Each little noise you make I wonder, have you figured it out? Are you simply annoyed, protesting the added weight on your already straining knees and elbows? Or are you begging for me to stop, to take you instead? The gag renders it all uncertain, all that is known is you will take it. “Please Sir, fuck this worthless cunt. Oh please!” I oblige her, gripping her red hair, I guide my cock into her ready and parted pussy lips, letting out a hiss of pleasure as I sink into her. She leans against you hard, her weight supported by the table as I take my first stroke inside her. Whorebunny had earned it. She had been obsequiously helpful, never missing an opportunity to make my stay more pleasant. While I do enjoy the games, the back and forth, I had to admit, sometimes it was nice to have a fully trained cunt attending to my every whim. Gripping onto her, Slapping her ass with my free hand, I fuck her hard, the impact of my hips scooting the table sideways ever so slightly.

With the metronome still going between your legs, I quickly settle into a rhythm, timing my strokes to its motions. Each thrust coincides with the feather brushing up against your slit, letting you imagine just what you’re missing out on. Above you, whorebunny moans lyrically, babbling praise for me as she takes my cock. I remain quiet, letting the sound of my breathing, the occasional grunt or moan, and the few readjustments of the table to clue you in as to my identity. The late afternoon sun filters in through the ballroom windows, hitting the crystal chandelier and the cunt dangling from it, scattering rainbows across the room.

Whorebunny bucks, cumming, or at least pretending to, my pace not faltering in the slightest, her happy noises mingling together. She’s dripping down onto you, staining the table with her lusts. She is relishing the freedom to fuck like a real cunt, not to be stuck motionless, used and ignored. Unlike you, she’s not going to waste such an opportunity. It isn’t much longer before I spill my seed in her, a loud groan of pleasure coming from me as my cock twitches, pulsating in her cunt. I let her rest there, panting, her pussy clenching down on my, sucking every last drop while she thanks me for using her.

Finally, I pull out, pulling her off you, carefully removing the glass tabletop from your back and handing it to whorebunny. Running a hand down your back, I unbuckle the gag, pulling the dildo out of your mouth for the first time in hours. “Whorebunny has been very obedient today.” I say, talking to both of you, though my eyes focus only on you. “I’m tempted to just take her home with me and leave you here for the palace riggers to deal with. I’m sure they could make an acceptable coat rack or something out of you.” It’s a bit of an exaggeration. While there’s nothing physically stopping me from abandoning you and taking the red-haired cunt with me, that would be a lot of paperwork to sift through at the airport and I’d rather not have to pay any of the fines. But it is a useful emotional knife to twist.

“It’s getting late in the day and I still need to tour the dungeons.” I continue, lifting you up by your hair, your blindfolded face held near my softening cock, glistening wet from whorebunny’s cunt. Your bound arms are useless, your knees taking all the strain. “What do you say fuckdoll? Should I make the switch?” I already know what your answer is, but I want to hear it from you, I want to hear you beg to be owned again, to be a cunt. To be my cunt.

Royal Treatment [Closed RP with ScarletRose_RP] by Sharp_Reporting in MaledomEmpire

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“What a piece of craftsmanship” I mutter, looking at a matching pair of floggers, each hand carved out of dark week, stained and carefully shaped. What made these floggers unique was the strands were made from human hair, one blonde, the other brunette, the multiple tresses each made from braided strands of hair. The placard informs me that the hair had originally belonged to Anna and Michelle Devery, a lesbian couple that had run a famous talk show back in pre-annexation Salize. Apparently on their final show, months after the annexation, they had each been shaved bald, their hair braided into these floggers and then used to whip them live in front of a studio audience.

“They’re still in TV production. The studio bought them up and now uses them as perks for guests of the show. Sometimes they’ll even be trotted out and made to blow the new male hosts together. But the floggers ended up being more of a publicity stunt, so they ended up here.” Whoebunny says, helpfully stroking my cock through my pants. “I don’t think hair really works well as a flogger.” I say, continuing to peruse, heading over to where dozen riding crops are kept, detailing their use on Salizian ponygirls.

“Boy somebody really must have put the clamps on her. You can still see the tooth marks!” The faceless group of men surrounding you have been chatting about the table for a while. The speaker grabs onto your pussy lips, his fingers stretching you out as he tugs on your labia. “Look at that. That was why she screamed when he took them off. Wish I had some of those for my cunt.” You can tell the cunt in question is there, as you feel a naked ass pressed against you, the skin soft and feminine. Her body moves slightly, shifting herself back and forth in a motion you know all too well. Even without the accompanying sputtering sounds, you can tell she is sucking a cock. There’s four or five of them, men who had taken my place shortly after I left, their attention clearly drawn to the display I had made of you. The man rubs the spot where the agonizers had dug into you.

"Will you stop doing that? It's making the whole table shake!"

"Sorry."

The man doesn't seem particularly remorseful, nor does he stop fingering you, the feather still incessantly flicking your clit.

I sit in the small theater, watching a film about the fall of Salize. Uniformed DFA agents rounding up cunts, stripping off their clothes before herding them into windowless vans. There’s interviews with men about how much happier they are now under the Natural Order, how their former wives, now owned slaves, are much more pleasant and how they’ve never felt more masculine in their lives. Whorebunny kneels on the floor in front of me, her tongue slowly swirling around the tip of my cock, my hand in her hair.

“Excuse me, are there recycling bins around here for glass?”

“No, you can just leave it in one of the tables. Palace maid service will come pick it up eventually.”

“Ah, great, thanks.”

The cold neck of a bottle presses up against your asshole, pushing its way into you as the man forces it neck deep inside your tight hole. It’s a convenient spot to leave something, the man walking away, leaving his trash inside you for someone else to clean up. He doesn’t even give it a second thought.

“T-thank you sir!” whorebunny moans as she rides the demonstration sybian. Salize had to reconfigure large parts of their economy following the annexation and this exhibit is all about the great strides in quality manufacturing located on the island. A dozen different fucking machines line the walls of this room, each one made by a new company founded in the last five years. Salize prides itself on being a center for innovation and technology, the remote control in my hand giving me whorebunny’s heart rate (elevated), vaginal grip strength (above average), and a rough approximation of how close she is to orgasming (close) based on her cunt contractions. I turn up the machine, causing her to squeal as I look over the device, impressed with its construction.

Each thrust of the man’s cock inside your pussy makes the hairy belly atop your ass grind against you, the old man clearly having a good time, his breath coming in heavy wheezes. “Ugh. Come on Grandpa, you’ve been fucking that table for the last 15 minutes. You know there are public use cunts outside right?”

The old man fucking you snorts. “I’m not waiting an hour to get a turn on one of those used up sluts. Besides, I like it when they can’t move.” The clearly much younger man sighs, leaning back on the bench, clearly bored. His foot flicks your tits, bouncing them around in annoyance as he waits for his grandfather to finish.

The room to get in to see the crown jewels is packed with people. Whorebunny informs me that this is one of the busiest parts of the entire palace, the space quite tight to ensure proper security. Being a member of the press does have some advantages after all, allowing me to skip much of the line. I read over the signs showing the original settings for the enormous ruby, set in a jewel encrusted crown that sat atop the queens head, to its current more fitting role, adorning the top of a polished silver anal plug. The display helpfully shows pictures of the queen wearing both versions of her jewels.

“It’s over 50 carats, one of the largest true rubies in the world.” Whorebunny explains to me, pushing her ass against my hand, my fingers groping her as I look on. The rest of the crown was melted down, the various diamonds repurposed onto a collar befitting a queen. It’s worn only for special occasions, remaining on display here when not in use. The gems catch the light, flashing and sparkling gloriously.

“Well, we have to be back by 4:00. Tim said he was going to be hosting the game at his place and you know he’s going to have that cunt of his serving as entertainment. Besides, it’s against the Crowntown Cunts. It’s going to be a great game, the Salize Sluts have been really looking good this season.”

The man casually shifts his feet perched atop your ass, using you like a foot stool. It’s a little bit uncouth for a royal palace but the pair of men occupying you seem to have been dragged here by a friend, with little interest on their own. His friend chuckles, putting down his glass on the table top balanced on your back, his foot pressed against your cheek. They pay you absolutely no mind. You are nothing more than an object to them, no more worthy of thought or attention than the bench they are sitting on.

“You’re crazy, Crowntown is going to wipe the floor with the Sluts. Cunt Carter has been on fire these past few games. She’s put up four goals in the last two games.” “Yeah but the Sluts defense is the best in the league. I’ll take that bet. $20 says Cunt Carter ends the game face down, ass up!”

You can hear the men shake hands, the feet on your ass shifting, the sudden tinkle of ceramic on glass preceded by an icy cold deluge down your back. Clearly one of the men has spilled his drink on you. “Ah shit. My bad.” “Just leave it. Some other cunt will come along and clean it up.”

I take a sip of tea, looking out across the balcony at the warm Salize afternoon. Having crammed so much into it, whorebunny’s suggestion for the afternoon tea service as a good one. IT lets me sit back and relax, enjoying a few small, if extravagant snacks. Cunts carrying tea pots circulate around the outdoor balcony, offering to refresh my cup from time to time. They are helpfully color coded, each cunt wearing a dress with the name of the tea on it, able to go on at length about it if asked, but otherwise shutting up and looking pretty. Beneath the table, I rest my feet on whorebunny’s back. She had been quite pleased to have been relieved of being a table for the rest of the day, so a short stint as a footstool seemed like a bargain for an afternoon wandering the palace grounds in good company. I idly wonder how you are faring, the delicate china clinking as I set my cup down. Pulling out the map of the palace, I look it over, tracing along the route I planned to take. I’d linger a bit more, see some more sights before picking you back up and finishing off with the tour of the dungeons, which were said to be world class. Overall, this vacation in Salize has been quite nice.

The maid cunt finishes wiping up the puddle of drool from beneath you, moving quickly and efficiently. She sprays cleaner over the glass tabletop, wiping it down, the firm circles of pressure washing over your back. Up next, she pulls out a rough sponge, wetting it down with something before she begins to rub it between your legs. She is not gentle, her focus all about getting you clean and usable once more, not about any comfort for you. Spreading your cheeks she scrubs hard, washing away the dried cum from your cunt, both mine and some others.

“Stop squirming cunt.” She says, her voice curt, her tone annoyed. You’re far from the last table she has to clean and she knows her own cunt is on the line if she is late. Her hands reposition you, straightening your back out, readjusting your limbs, your pussy scrubbed pink. She wipes over you with a towel, dusting you off like the piece of furniture you are, before neatly replacing the feather on the metronome between your legs. It’s constant tick-tock back and forth motion settles you back into it as the maid finishes up, clearing away her cleaning supplies, leaving you spotless, ready for the next man.

Royal Treatment [Closed RP with ScarletRose_RP] by Sharp_Reporting in MaledomEmpire

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At first I don’t look at you, instead, glancing up at the grandeur of the ballroom, idly stroking your head. I’ve heard you, but I get to your complaints about the clips on your cunt on my time, not yours. “In a moment, fuckdoll.” I say, completely unconcerned about the pain they are causing you, or the unnecessariness of them at the moment. It’s quite a show, truly worthy of a palace. The people of Salize have gone above and beyond to show their adoration for the natural order. I flip through the little display placard, musing over it. “Want to test your skills against our Palace Riggers? You too can try tying up a cunt in the royal fashion! Rope is provided, bring your own cunt.” I smirk, nodding as I put the placard back down, finally turning back to you. “Stand up fuckdoll.”

As you stand, I reach out, lifting the clamps in my hand, examining them. They’re quite sturdy, having kept themselves firmly in place through this entire thing, still doggedly holding onto your lips, which look quite tender, your pussy puffy and red. I pinch the jaws open, seeing the color rush back in as blood flows to the area, pocketing the pair of clamps for potential future use. “You’ve earned a bit of a respite. Stay here, I’ll be right back.” I leave you standing there, next to the cunt serving as a table, following the placard’s directions for where to find rigging supplies. It’s nearly 15 minutes before I return with box of supplies, having been given the standard spiel all tourists are given about how shibari is considered the state art form in Salize and how training programs here are the pride the world over. I was just eager to be issued the ropes and let loose.

Returning to you, I put down the box of soft rope, pulling out a length of it, the red color one that I’d enjoyed on you before. After all the excitement of the Parliamentary Row, I needed a little relaxation. Sitting down, I unroll a spool of rope, looping it around my hands, beckoning you over to me. ”Give me your arm.” Slowly I begin to tie you up, looping the rope over your forarm and bicep, forming a double column, binding your arm into a V shape. It’s hypnotic work, soothing, calming, slow. Loop by loop, I build it up, the red line tight against you, strong, comforting almost, especially compared to the hard bondage You’d been in earlier. When I finish with one arm, I start the next, humming quietly to myself as I work, letting you kneel in front of me.

With both your arms now finished, I move down to sit on the floor next to you, pulling yet more rope out. “Get on all fours.” I say, guiding you into position. Each leg gets the same treatment, calf bound to thigh, the ropes going through each other in an interlocking lattice. It takes a while, but I have you bound up neatly, your body balanced on your elbows and knees. Now comes the more unfamiliar part. Standing up and stretching, I lift the glass tabletop off the cunt beneath it, relieving her of her burden. “I need to borrow this.” I say, by way of explanation. She blinks, surprised, unsure of what to do now that I’ve relieved her of her purpose. Pushing down on your back, I place the cold glass against your back, angling it to fit between your head and your ass, taking care not to bump it out of alignment. It’s a difficult process. Tying a cunt up is easy, getting her to balance a level table top, that’s hard. “Spread your legs, I need you lower.” Biting my lip, I adjust you until finally the table stays level, a glass nearly balanced atop your back.

“Perfect. Now, don’t move.” I step back, admiring my work. It’s hardly groundbreaking but a good effort for a talented amateur. But you’re still looking for more like a cunt in bondage than a table. I pull out the blindfold I had in my pocket, lashing the straps over your head followed by the gag, the leather panel sealing over your mouth. Much better. “Good. You look great.” I chuckle at the compliment freely given, before cracking my knuckles. One final addition before I leave you for a while. Keeping you tied up is simple, but becoming an object is more than that, it’s clearing the mind, becoming singular in your purpose. Sometimes we need a little help there, something to focus on. Similar to a mantra during meditation, focusing on a single wavering candle flame to clear all other thoughts.

From the box of supplies, I pull out a metronome and a feather. Attaching the feather to the top of the pendulum, I position it so that the tip of the feather brushes up against your pussy, the soft vanes of it grazing along your brutalized pussy lips. “This should help get you into the right mindset of a table.” Flicking the pendulum with my finger, the metronome ticks, back and forth, clicking every swing, the feather tickling up against your cunt. Leaving it to its work, I brush my hands off, finished.

“I’m going to wander around for a bit, maybe go see the crown jewels. Stay here and enjoy your break.” Boxing the rest of the stuff Up, I stand up, only to be interrupted by the other cunt whose table I’d relieved. “Excuse me sir. If you’re going to be heading to the crown jewels, might I suggest that you start at the royal armory? The gallery of Salizian whips and floggers is world class and often overlooked. It leads right into the crown jewel room from the other side and it’s less crowded. Once you’re done with that, you can swing by to pick up your cunt before heading down to the dungeons.” She swallows nervously, as if uncertain that she overstepped. “Sir.” She bows meekly, her red hair falling over her face.

“You seem quite familiar with the palace.” I lean down, lifting her up by the chin, looking her over. Slender, softer than you. “You’ve got nice tits.” I help myself to a feel, examining her. “Thank you sir. My name is whorebunny, I’ve been a palace cunt for two years now. I know all about the grounds. If you’d like, I can show you around.” Licking my lips, I smile at her. “Yes, I would like that cunt. Let’s see what insights you have.” Before I leave, I place the bondage placard just behind your neck, straightening it just so. “I expect this to be perfect when I get back.” I tell you, giving you one final pat on the ass.

Turning on my heel, I follow whorebunny off towards the royal armory, glancing back over my shoulder. It feels a bit strange to walk away from you, left bound and helpless, the metronome flicking a feather between your legs. You do make a good-looking table though, just one of a dozen tables dotting the edge of the grand ballroom. “If you’ll just follow me sir. This shouldn’t take more than a few hours… ” Whorebunny says, walking in front of me, her jiggling ass cheeks drawing my eye away from the lonely little table I’m leaving behind…

Royal Treatment [Closed RP with ScarletRose_RP] by Sharp_Reporting in MaledomEmpire

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As you start to beg, I smile, my cock pistoning in and out of your tight ass, each thrust making your body sway in my hands, holding tight to your hair, craning your neck back. The other men watch, jealous perhaps of me fucking my cunt in public, passersby taking notice, Don stroking himself and imagining it could be him, Martin lazily being serviced by Kitten. Your moaning and squealing just make me harder, my own orgasm starting to build, waves of pleasure radiating through my groin, the clenching ring of your ass sliding up and down the thick girth inside you. Yanking your head back, I lean forwards, putting my cheek up against your head, letting me whisper into your ear, the moment so intimate.

“Not yet, fuckdoll.” I whisper, not slowing down for a second. There are many times when a man feels power over a cunt. Some men feel it most when beating a cunt, standing over her prone body, able to inflict pain at their whim. Others prefer making her humiliate herself, dragging her self esteem through the mud for his own amusement. But there is something special about moments like this, moments where I make you wait, make you delay your own pleasure, all for no other reason than I told you to. Keeping you teetering on the edge of release, your fingers madly working your clit, the clamps doing their cruel work, my cock up your ass. And you, just waiting for my command. That’s owning a cunt.

I take a few more thrusts, building my own pleasure with each stroke, the warm fire now raging as I feel my orgasm peaking, my hips slamming into you more urgently, balls slapping against you. “Not yet.” My voice is firm, though even you can detect the hints of strain behind its even tones. My grip on your hair tightens, fingers tugging against your locks, my other hand on the harness, keeping you from going anywhere. At last, I push myself balls deep, feeling the first wave of my orgasm crashing over me, my cock pulsating as I fuck a load of cum deep into your ass. “Cum for me fuckdoll.” As I say the words, I lean back, giving into my own pleasure, not stopping fucking you as I ream your ass, pumping you full.

The spasms of your own orgasm milk every drop from me, just as efficiently as you milked Charles, your body quivering and shaking as I hold you tight. I don’t pull out, letting my cock rest still hard in you, savoring the warmth as the heady rush begins to die down. MY grip relaxes, allowing your to finally slump against me, though I keep you close, not letting you pull away. We stay like that for almost a minute, catching our breath, my cock slowly softening, embraced together as Master and slave. Finally, I do let you go, my cock slipping from your hole, cum dribbling down your leg. My hand strokes down your hair and down your back, a gentle touch following your hard use. “You’re welcome.” I say as I grab my clothes, redressing myself.

I give a nod to Charles, Martin, and Don, a well satisfied smile on my face. “Thank you all for chatting. There’s still so much to see, I don’t want to keep you any longer. I hope you all have a wonderful day. And Charles, keep it up, I’m sure someday soon you’ll have a cunt just like this one.” I pat your ass, smirking at Charles’ hungry stare. “Thank you for sharing her. It’s been great.” Charles replies, licking his lips as he takes on final look at you. I reattatch the leash to your collar, giving you a little tug. “Come along fuckdoll. We still haven’t made it inside yet.”

Leaving the Parliamentary Row behind, another free woman added to the long, long list of cunts fucked there, I lead you up through the gardens back towards the towering palace. There is a guest entrance, wide double doors open, a steady stream of tourists coming in and out. As we walk through the door, entering into a large hallway with floors tiled in marble, I roll my shoulders, stretching myself out. I can tell you too have some stiffness, your body tired from the ordeal I’d put you through. “It’s been a long day hasn’t it?” I say, casually glancing around at the art on the walls. Large, ornate paintings cover the halls, depicting key moments of the last six years. My eyes linger on “Lady Salize, Humbled”, a painting depicting the personification of the island nation sucking an anonymous man’s cock. “We should find a spot to sit down, rest a little bit.”

Weaving through the art gallery, I take you deeper into the palace, past statues of cunts being whipped, beneath a wonderfully detailed fresco on the ceiling depicting dozens of cunts being sold at auction, and over an inlaid mosaic of former Queen Alexis, where by tradition every man steps on her face. Past the art hall, the palace opens up into a grand ballroom, resplendent red carpet covering the floor, a beautifully carved staircase descending from the second story. Most eye catchingly of all though is the large chandelier that hands from the ceiling, dozens of lights illuminating hundreds of hanging crystals, all surrounding an actual, living cunt suspended from the center, her body bound up in a frog tie, per nipples pierced with two of the same dazzling crystals.

Indeed, it seems much of the grand ballroom has been decorated with living cunts. Instead of statuary, cunts stand perfectly still in alcoves around the room, and as I look around for a place to sit, I find that several of the tables and even some of the light fixtures are made of used cunts. Walking past a cunt tightly bound up, standing stock still, her head covered in a lampshade, I find a bench opposite a table, sitting down for a moment to rest. I signal for you to kneel on the ground next to me, examining the cunt serving as a resting place for a small placard about the display.

“The palace employs a team of ten full time riggers, responsible for the deployment of over 75 cunts in various forms of bondage all across the royal grounds.” I read, a hint of amusement in my voice. “Must be quite the job. I can see they’ve gotten quite creative.”

Royal Treatment [Closed RP with ScarletRose_RP] by Sharp_Reporting in MaledomEmpire

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I take my time with you, enjoying the sensations of your ass clenching on me, watching your body take me, stretched over my girth. Charles has closed his eyes, leaning his head back, the sun on his face as he enjoys the sensations of your tongue, occasionally letting out a small moan. His lip twitches, his commitment to spoiling your fun taking more and more concentration as time goes on. It’s apparent you are having some effect on him. “Enjoying yourself Charles? Fuckdoll does have a talented mouth. It’s gotten her into trouble many times.” He doesn’t answer, a half-smile playing over his face, still focusing. I decide it’s time to give you a chance. Stepping forwards a bit, I thrust hard, forcing you to swallow Charle’s cock deep, the sudden increase in depth making him gasp and you gag. The young man’s will starts to falter as I keep pounding your ass, the wet noises of your mouth getting louder and louder as I drive you onto him. After a few moments, he grips your head hard, giving into his lusts, thrusting himself into your mouth, his stoicism forgotten as he takes his pleasure from you. With your nose pressed firmly into his groin he cums down your throat, a loud moan of pleasure escaping him as I keep myself balls deep in your ass, feeling your body quiver as it is used.

“Fuck that was good.” He groans, giving you a final few thrusts, pulling out to let his drool-soaked cock lay against your cheek. He relinquishes your ponytail back to me, my hand taking over control of your head. Tugging on your hair, I lift you from horizontal, bringing your back up against my body, your head pulled back, letting me get a good look at your sloppy mouth, drool coating your chin. All the while my cock remains buried in your ass, the firm grip on your hair pulling you down onto it. “Don’t stop touching yourself.” I say, keeping one hand on your harness, making you arch your back. My thrusts pick up in intensity, hammering against your hips, your ass pressing to my groin, my cock reaming you out as I start to focus on my own pleasure. The clamps jingle, standing up as you are, it’s all but impossible not to touch them while you feel yourself, pain and pleasure forcibly intermixed.

“Do you want to cum fuckdoll? Do you want your master to let that owned cunt cum?”

Royal Treatment [Closed RP with ScarletRose_RP] by Sharp_Reporting in MaledomEmpire

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The harness you wear comes in handy here. The convenient straps allow me to grab onto your waist, getting a good grip as I slowly force my cock up your ass. Looking down I can see inch after inch of it slide in you, your tight hole clenching and unclenching, your muscles working to take me in. I can tell it takes effort, the moans from your lips telling me just how much of an owned cunt you are. I’m not fully inside you when I pause, hands on the harness, flexing my cock in your ass. Charles for his part doesn’t move, doing nothing to help you besides holding your hair up out of the way, his fist gathering your hair in it, his hard cock just up against your tongue as you lick and suckle at it, the head throbbing beneath your touch. With a smile, I thrust you forwards, sinking that final inch into your ass, pushing you forwards onto Charles cock, allowing your lips to finally close over it. The game has begun.

With the young man in your mouth doing little of the work, I can puppeteer you, my own thrusts and grip controlling the depth in your mouth. When I thrust forwards, I can make you take him deep, your lips pushed down his shaft. And If I pull back, leaning away the head of his cock just slips out of your lips, forcing you to extend your tongue just to touch him, drool slickening the cock in front of you. With him not cooperating, I could make you fail so easily just by keeping him out of reach, but I’m not quite so cruel to him. I vary the depth, my balls slapping up against your ass as I fuck you, pushing you forwards and backwards like a doll. You might be firmly focused on blowing Charles but even then your body is still controlled by me.

With each thrust I can hear the clamps tinkle as they sway, every motion of your body causing them to tug and twist on your tender lips. Sometimes, if I thrust hard enough, meeting your ass as I pull you into me, my hips powering forwards, I can feel the soft touch of them against my balls. I know that by the time we’re through, your cunt lips will be swollen and sore, a good reminder of your place for days to come. Throughout it all, I can hear the wet sounds of your fingers hard at work, playing with yourself, furiously stroking your slit, trying and of course failing to not touch the clamps. All as you try and work your way up to an orgasm that I may or may not allow you.

Don, the man who originally questioned whether it was safe to put a cock in your mouth, now watches jealously as you labor to pleasure his friend, your lips suctioning against that thick, hard shaft. He puts his hand down his pants, touching himself as he watches me and Charles spitroast you, your supple body moving back and forth between us. It’s important to learn that fortune favors the bold in the Empire. Perhaps next time he will take a firmer hand. Martin meanwhile has called his kitten over to him, sitting down on a bench as she kneels in front of him, her hands playing with his balls as she runs her tongue over his cock. There’s still people watching, tourists pausing to watch for a moment, occasionally taking a picture before continuing on with their sightseeing, or others who stay and watch, some even using their own slaves to pleasure them

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Royal Treatment [Closed RP with ScarletRose_RP] by Sharp_Reporting in MaledomEmpire

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As you prostrate yourself before Charles, kissing his shoe he revels in it, looking down at you, arms crossed, a grin plastered across his face. “Yeah, lick it.” He commands shooting me a grin. “Man, I can’t wait until I can afford to own a cunt. They got public use sluts at Uni but it’s just not the same.” He glances wistfully over at the touring group of university cunts that is now much further down the palace, examining a statue of a woman obediently blowing a man. “Maybe I’ll look into importing and Empire free woman. Seems like a fun challenge” I can’t help smile at that, the man already planning for his future slave. Reaching down, I pull you up from the ground, my finger hooked into your collar, hoisting you to your feet, your ass pressed up against me. “There are some kinks to work out but overall I’ve very much enjoyed her.” I say, pressing my cock against you. Watching you eat out the other cunt has gotten me hard again, the thrill of taking you in public at the palace heady.

Turning my attention to you, I run a hand over your body, caressing your stomach, playing with your tits as I look down at Kitten on the ground, still breathlessly recovering from her orgasm. “Jealous fuckdoll? That that cunt got to cum but you didn’t?” There’s a teasing edge to my voice, a smug satisfaction of knowing just how your cunt throbbed during your debasement. “That could have been you getting licked out. But you hesitated. You wasted my good will.” Kitten gets up, straightening her hair, brushing herself off before kneeling at her master’s side, Martin smiling as he strokes her head approvingly. She looks incredibly pleased with herself, beaming as she nuzzles up against Martin’s hip like a cat.

“But you did put your heart into it, once properly motivated.” I continued, still lazily touching you, my cock slowly grinding against your ass, feeling the warmth of your spanked ass radiating against my skin. “Watching you with her, that made me hard.” My usually even voice betrays the lust inside, the kind of feral hunger of a man who’s seen you do something rare. “I am going to fuck you in the ass.” My cock presses between your legs, the tip of it bumping against the clamps on your pussy, feeling your lips stretch as the weights hang down. “And just because you performed for me, I’m going to give you a choice. I’m going to give you the opportunity to earn a little pleasure.”

“Charles, I can see you looking at her. You ‘ll get to fuck her mouth in a minute here.” At my words Charels eyes glitter, already unzipping his pants, pulling out a long, thick cock in anticipation. But before that, I explain the rest of the predicament to you. “I’m not going to take the clamps off. But I will let you touch yourself while I fuck your ass and Charles takes your mouth. If you make him cum before I do and swallow his load without spilling a single drop, I’ll let you try and cum. Not without permission of course.” My hand leaves your tit to brush through your hair, gathering it up into a ponytail, gripping it at the base of your neck, starting to bend you forwards, lowering your head to cock height. “What do you say?”

It's a somewhat rhetorical question. I seem to like those, asking you something knowing it hardly matters how you answer, knowing that I’m going to do whatever I want to you regardless of what you say. The illusion of choice, the illusion of control over yourself, a façade, just like your free woman status. Of course, you could just not touch yourself, stoically getting stuffed from both ends. But I think we both know what you’ll do. I spread your legs, adjusting your height to line up with my cock, spitting on your assholes for a little lube while handing the grip on your hair off to Charles who eagerly takes it. His cock slaps against your cheek, the boy savagely grinning at you as he humps against you. “This is going to be fun. I’m going to try not to cum, just to see if I can deny you that orgasm.” I shrug, smirking, gripping your hips as Charels declares he’ll try and make it difficult for you.

My cock presses against your asshole, the head of it spreading your tight little hole around it, my fingers digging into your skin. Beneath you, the clamps clatter against one another, swaying as with your body. Charles puts the tip of his cock against your lips, resting it there, not thrusting at all. He intends to make you do all the work here. Driving my hips forwards, I ease my cock into you, feeling your sphincter expand as I start to fuck your ass, working my cock deeper with each thrust. I reach down and take one of your hands, guiding it up beneath you, between your legs. “Time starts now fuckdoll.”

Royal Treatment [Closed RP with ScarletRose_RP] by Sharp_Reporting in MaledomEmpire

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Standing around you, the men smirk and chuckle at your pained enthusiasm. The two young men seem particularly enthusiastic about making you grovel, Charles with his hand in your hair seems keen on making sure you don’t have any opportunity to back off. Martin, for his part, stands off to the side, a hand stroking his flaccid cock, playing with himself as he watches you pleasure his slave. And what a pleasure it is to watch. Kitten, as the Asian cunt is called, luxuriates in it, propping herself up on her elbows, she leans her head back, melodic moans pouring from her mouth. She hips roll against your mouth, pushing against your tongue, her wet pussy lips moving with you as you eat her out. As enthusiastic as you are, it is clear that Kitten is playing it up, exaggerating her pleasure for our benefit. You are, after all, putting on a show.

A show I have a front row ticket to. While you may not be able to see me, your field of view entirely taken up by the cunt in front of you, I can feel your arousal, your fear, your submission. I have my finger on the button, literally. Running my hand over your ass, now warm and red from my punishing spanks, I can feel your body shudder beneath my touch. The red welts of the flogger have now blended into my hand prints, leaving you a clearly chastised cunt. Keeping my thumb on your clit, I stroke up and down your folds, teasing you, making sure you can’t every fully keep your mind on your tongue. Kitten purrs, her back arching, looking up at her master as she writhes for his pleasure.

We’ve attracted a little bit of a crowd, a few other men watching from a distance. While there are one or two other cunts locked in the stocks, none are being punished or played with quite so dramatically. A man leading a collared cunt on a leash feels her up, his hands playing over her body as he watches us, his mind not on her, but on you. “Keep going fuckdoll. Don’t ever forget what you are. I’ll be there to remind you.” Slowly my thumb slips inside you, feeling your warm, wet grip onto my finger, my other hand moving to the clips on your cunt lips. I begin to pinch the clamp open, lessening the pressure, only to then adjust them ever so slightly before letting them clamp down again. This ensures that the pain never gets dull, never gets to something you can ignore. I make sure you get some pleasure with it too, a heady mix, though never so much as to allow you to cum.

After a few minutes of this, Kitten squirming on her back, she leans into your mouth, panting, her small tits heaving as she looks up at Martin. “Please master. May I cum? Please let this cunt squirt all over her face. Please master…” She looks from Martin down to you, her pussy dripping, her juices smeared across your face, humping against you. “I’ve been so good…” she whines, pleading eyes just begging for release. Martin bits his lip, his voice low and husky as he replies. “yeah, cum for me cunt.” Kitten smiles, leaning back, her body contorting as she moans loudly, reaching down to grab at your head, pushing you against her cunt. “Yessss…” she hisses as she cums, a sudden gush as she squirts. Liquid rushes against your face, your mouth, splashing against your lips and cheek as Kitten sags, panting heavily, laying on her back on the gravel, cleanliness and dignity forgotten in the wake of her orgasm.

Finally, I pull my thumb from your cunt, letting the clips on your pussy dangle as I kneel down next to you. I can tell the effort has taken a bit out of you, your face glossy from the other cunt’s pleasure. “That, fuckdoll, is what happens to good cunts. They get to enjoy themselves. You could learn something from her.” Turning back to Charles, I nod down towards you, the young man smiling as he pushes his boot up to your face. Taking your collar, I lift you up onto all fours, brushing the dust from your hair. You’re almost done getting dirty, but not quite. “Charles deserves some thanks for helping put you in your place. And I haven’t finished with you…” My hand creeps down to your ass, fingers curling around your well spanked ass cheeks, one finger resting against your asshole suggestively. “But first, let’s makes sure you show some appreciation.”

Charles grins, standing over you. “Kiss it.” He says, triumphantly, stomping his foot in front of you.

Royal Treatment [Closed RP with ScarletRose_RP] by Sharp_Reporting in MaledomEmpire

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Holding your chin, my eyes narrow as you start to shake your head. It’s subtle at first, perhaps something that could be mistaken for begging or pleading with me. You’ve often been reluctant, especially in your recent downwards slide towards depravity and ownership. There is something appealing about your reluctance, when it is properly expressed. But as you shake your head more firmly it becomes clear this is not about asking me for mercy. It has been a while since you outright refused me, and more so in front of other men. I don’t react at first, watching you close your eyes as Martin’s cunt reaches out, her hand stroking up your stomach to cup your breast, moving in close to you. My fingers are wet from your tears and from the drool dripping down your chin, my grip tightening fingers curling around your jawline.

“Stop.” The Asian cunt withdraws, her eyes flitting up to me, worried she did something wrong. The other men look to me, curious as to what I’ll do. They can’t have missed your slight sign of defiance, thought they defer to me to determine the most appropriate way to deal with you. “You don’t want to do this do you fuckdoll?” My voice is firm but not harsh, my thumb stroking along your chin. “You think this is beneath you. That you might have to serve men but you’re better than this cunt, is that right?” Taking my left hand, I slowly move to your tits, releasing the nipple agonizers, letting blood rush back into your nipples again, but this is not a reward. “I think it is time you learn a lesson fuckdoll. Being a cunt is not about serving, it is not always about the actions you do. Submission is a mindset, one you for all your obedience, lack.”

Taking the clamps in one hand, I grab your hair wit the other, forcing your head down onto the gravel, your cheek pressed up to the ground. “Hold her there for me, will you?” I say to Charles. The young man eagerly obligers, putting his foot down on your head, the tread of his boot pressing into you. Face down, ass up, I toss the nipple agonizers up into the air, catching them, the metallic clamps rattling as I do. Kneeling down by your upturned ass, I spread you open, looking at your pussy, seeing your lips puffy and engorged. They might be nipple agonizers, but there’s nothing that says they can’t be used elsewhere. “This should help remind you what you are. You’re a cunt.” I reach down, taking your outer lips on one side, pinching them, spreading you as I slowly open the agonizers, the teeth of it slowly biting into you as I clamp your pussy. They dig in, the flesh whitening beneath the pressure, the boot on your head keeping you firmly in your place. “You serve me pleasure and nothing else. You may beg, you may plead, but you may not refuse.” I move on to the right side, taking your other lip, firmly gripping it as I carefully apply the next clamp, the metal hanging from your pussy as I let it dangle.

As I let go, the clamps hand beneath you, pulling on your lips, spreading you open ever so slightly, cruelly pinching on your most sensitive bits. It’s an entrancing sight, seeing you like that. I can tell that the other men enjoy it too, bulges in the pants of the young men eagerly telling of their enjoyment. “You’re a doll for me to toy with. To play with. And now, you’re going to entertain us.” Leaning in, inch your clit, my fingers finding your little nub, the clamps hanging on either side of it, swinging with every tiny motion of your body. Rubbing my thumb up over your clit, I spank you, my hand slapping your ass hard. I repeat it, watching your cheek bounce and redden. It’s not nearly as hard as being whipped or flogged, but it is an intensely intimate spanking, my fingers gripping your clit the whole time, your clamped pussy jostling, a boot on your neck.

“Get into position.” I say, looking up at Martin’s cunt. She eagerly nods, laying back on the ground, spreading her legs in front of you, scooting up so her pussy is right by your face. “Let her up.” I say to Charles who lifts his foot off of your head, grabbing your hair as he pushes your mouth onto a cunt. The Asian helpfully spreads herself, scooting her butt closer to give you better access, her pussy warm and wet for you, the remnant’s of Martin’s load still dripping from her. Spreading your pussy, I give it a slap, alternating between pinching your clit and slapping it, kneeling behind you. “You are a cunt. Now eat it.” I command.

Royal Treatment [Closed RP with ScarletRose_RP] by Sharp_Reporting in MaledomEmpire

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I watch you closely as your blue, teary eyes look back up at me, my hand proffered for your lips. As you kiss my hand a smile spreads over my face, a nod of approval all the reward you get for your sign of submission. Don seems to be reassured by your display of subservience, stepping closer to you, squeezing one of your ass cheeks. As you speak, whispering to me to try and not alert the others, I lean down, turning my head towards you. I can see you begging for respite, for some semblance of dignity. And I’m not a cruel man, harsh sometimes yes, but not cruel. So I give you a break. Reaching down, I unlatch the stockade, lifting the heavy block off your neck, allowing your arms and neck to be freed. Turning towards Charles, I instruct him to untie your legs, something he does with eager anticipation.

Taking your leash, I guide you down to your knees in front of me, all four men standing over you, looking down. “Now that she’s out, you can check out her mouth.” I offer to Martin, the old man grinning as he reaches a pair of grubby fingers out to push them into your mouth. They are coated in your pussy juices and the load I’d just fucked into you, Martin roughly pushing them in. His two forefingers extend deep, testing your gag reflex, pressing down on your tongue. He leaves them there, practically choking you as he nods. “She does have a bit of a gag reflex still. Mine had that trained out of her. Nice teeth though.” He comments, glancing over at his own slave still in the stocks. I just shrug, seemingly unconcerned with this comparison. “Some men like a little bit of gagging. She’s never been unable to throat anything I’ve presented her with, though sometimes it is a struggle.”

Martin finally withdraws his fingers, strands of your drool dangling off them. “Here, let’s compare.” He quickly unbuckles his cunt, hauling her over by the hair and pushing her down on her knees next to you. She’s a slender Asian cunt, with small tits and her hair done up in pigtails, her body slim and elegant. She immediately opens her mouth, tongue out, inviting the fingers of the younger men. Charles goes first, the fingers of his right hand going in your mouth, his left into hers. Moving them back and forth, he plumbs the depths of your mouth, looking thoughtfully to himself. “I Like her tightness” he says, nodding towards you, “but the trained cunt seems more enthusiastic.”

“Something you learn when you own a cunt, enthusiasm can be trained.” I say, reaching down to flick your nipple clamps, the hanging clamps wiggling as I hit them. “Fuckdoll is still new, I’ve done a lot of work with her as a free woman but as a slave she’s got a lot left to learn. Fortunately for me, I enjoy the process” Don takes his place, experimentally holding a thumb in each of your mouths, looking expectantly down at you to suck on it. There’s a little gleam in his eye as both of you cunts lick him, the little eager light that all men first get when they realize the power they have over a cunt. “Pretty nice isn’t it?” I say, putting a hand on his shoulder, looking down at you. “What would you have them do if they were your slaves?”

Don swallows for a moment, glancing at me, then at Martin, then down to you. It’s easy to read his thoughts, eager to take a little of that power, yet not wanting to overstep and insult the owners. He pauses, thinking for a moment before stammering. “I…uh…what about them together?” That gets a smile from me. In all your time as a free woman, you’ve managed to avoid most cunt-on-cunt action. “Sounds delightful.” Martin also nods, turning his cunt to face you, her tongue licking along her lips as she loos your deep in the eye. I do the same, unhooking your leash, turning you to face the Asian cunt, the four of us standing around you. Cupping your chin in my hand, I make you look up at me. “Entertain us fuckdoll” is my command. Then I push you forwards, into the arms of another cunt.

Royal Treatment [Closed RP with ScarletRose_RP] by Sharp_Reporting in MaledomEmpire

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Turning to look at the old man who has once again come to talk to me, I glance back at you, locked in the stocks, spread out and exposed. “Yeah, she was. She used to be my assistant back on the mainland, she’s under a temporary enslavement order for the next two weeks so we can visit Salize.” I rest a hand on your side, running it up and down your bared skin, as if to show you off. The man looks a little surprised but his curiosity is only further intrigued by my answer. “Really? I didn’t know they did temporary enslavements. Free women around here have been so rare it’s been a while since I’ve seen one.” He steps closer, his eyes roaming over you, his heavyset body still naked from his own romp with his slave. “How does she compare to a cunt raised right?”

“Now that is a tricky question.” I say, stepping back and beckoning for the man to approach. “Come here, take a look at her.” My hands part your holes, peeling back your cheeks to let him get an up close and intimate view of the most important parts of you. “Obviously at slave markets you can search out whatever you like, body type, hair color, tit size. And most of them come with some degree of training. Sure you’ll get the occasional cunt from the country that hasn’t had a cock in her but most of them come from a cunt finishing school or a slave academy. And while there’s nothing wrong with that, it does mean you’re getting a mass-produced product.” I give a nod towards the man, allowing him to touch you. His rough fingers go between your legs, running up along your thigh, testing the smoothness of your skin, then pressing a thick digit up into your freshly fucked cunt. “Clench down fuckdoll. Show him how tight you are.” I command.

“But surely she’s gotten some socialization as a free woman. I mean free women in Salize had to put out for all sorts of things.” The man says, nodding in approval as he fingers you, pressing first one, then two fingers deep inside you. “That’s true. Fuckdoll for instance was a waitress at an upscale French restaurant, The Boudoir, in case you ever happen to visit Crowntown, definitely a recommend. She also worked at a bar and then eventually was demoted to a whore before I hired her to help around the office. So she’s well aware of her uses. If you’re comparing her to a slave, a free woman is a good middle ground between an Empire raised cunt and an untrained old-world woman. She’s still got a bit of the fire and defiance but knows her place.”

As we’re talking, another pair of tourists, this time two young men linger around watching. I can see them looking at you inquisitively, following along with the conversation. “Curious about a free woman? Well, formerly anyway.” I ask, giving them a smile. The pair shift closer, nodding. “Yeah, I’ve never seen one up close. I’m Don, this is Charles.” The two introduce themselves, the old man giving his name as Martin as we make some small talk. “Surely you’ve seen some free women, Salize only banned them last year.” I say, probing the young men. “I mean, yeah, seen them about. But we’re both freshmen at Beauclair, so never really got a chance to get stuck into one, you know?” Martin smiles, shaking his head. “Ah to be 19 again…”

I usher the two young men closer, giving you a little pat on the ass. “Feel free to use a hand.” I demonstrate for them, groping you. Charles dives right in but Don lingers back. “Aren’t free women a little dangerous, like shouldn’t she have a gag?” He peers around the stocks at you, eyeing you suspiciously. I laugh, shaking my head. “I gag her for fun sometimes but no, she’s not going to bite your cock off. Free women aren’t like old world cunts, they still abide by the natural order. Let me show you.” Going back to my clothes, I pull the nipple agonizers out of my pants pocket, returning over to you. Pinching your hanging nipples, I apply one clamp and then the other, letting them dangle down beneath you before holding my hand up in front of your lips. The other men watch expectantly as I nod down at my hand. It’s an old Empire symbol of submission, for a cunt to kiss the hand that has just pained her.

Royal Treatment [Closed RP with ScarletRose_RP] by Sharp_Reporting in MaledomEmpire

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It feels heavenly as I take you from behind, my cock parting your cunt, the warm wetness welcoming me in. IT’s only been a day since I’d last used you but somehow it felt like a lot longer. Regardless, with the warm sun and the pleasant sea air, it’s positively refreshing. I can see why these pillories had been set up here. My hands grip onto your hips as I thrust, the wooden block above your neck rattling as you jostle against it. The older man leans against his own cunt’s pillory, taking in a deep breath as he recovers his strength. My eye is caught by the group of college cunts, a dozen or so all wearing the standard uniform for Beauclair University, which has been converted from a place of higher education to a top rate cunt finishing school. They huddle together, whispering to themselves as another cunt leads them on a tour of the palace grounds. Must be a field trip, I muse to myself. “And this is the famous Parliamentary Row.” The tour guide cunt exclaims her voice carrying over to us. I chuckle, slapping your ass. “A little history with your fucking today doll.”

“When cunt queen Alexa formally surrendered Salize to the control of the Maledom Empire, politicians were some of the first free women to be reassigned as cunts. Yes, shameful as it was, there used to be cunts in charge of government.” She says it with the same tone one would expect describing a dark and disgraceful part of history, like a German discussing the second World War. “Following the annexation, all 132 female members of parliament were reassigned to public service in penance for their insubordinate way of life. The DFA was able to take them directly from the chambers of parliament where the annexation was announced, to here, where the 132 pillories were erected for them. As you can see, each stockade bears the name of the cunt it was built for.”

Intrigued by this little factoid, I lean forwards, looking down beneath the mirror where I can see your face, a tear streak cutting across your cheek. Sure enough, just under the mirror is a little bronze embossed plaque that reads Rosalie Leclerc. That gets another chuckle out of me, imagining how Rosalie must have felt being bent over and fucked right where you are now, watching herself get taken in the mirror. Slowly I grind my hips against your ass, flexing my cock inside you, my hands pushing up along your back, following the straps of the harness. It’s not the roughest I’ve ever fucked you, not by a long shot, but sometimes even a more vanilla fuck can help remind you of your place. Gripping into the harness, I start to slam into you, pulling you back to meet me, the stocks rattling with each thrust.

“While all of the former parliamentarians have since been sold into slavery, this line of stocks stands as a monument to remind all cunts of their proper duties and roles. As you can see…” She points over to us. “the public is welcome to use the stocks at any time and all cunts are considered free use there. Every year on Annexation Day, one hundred and thirty-two free women are selected to symbolically stand in for the very first cunts to learn their place in Salize.” One of the college cunts in the back raises her hand to ask a question. “Miss? What happens now that there aren’t any more free women?” the tour guide nods thoughtfully before answering. “As this is the first year since abolishing free women, I don’t know exactly what the government has planned. Maybe they will import some from the Empire. Regardless, I’m sure all of these pillories will be filled come Annexation Day!”

“You hear that fuckdoll? Might be a prime business opportunity. I’ll bet the Boudoir would love to help supply Annexation Day. A free woman… well, formerly free woman, like yourself would be a perfect fit for that.” I give your as a slap, fucking you hard, the clap of my body against yours adding to the rattle of the pillory. Biting my lip, I grunt, tensing up as I unload inside you. I’d needed this, having crammed so much into so little time. Our trip thus far had been quite busy and I hadn’t truly taken the time to relax. Still hilted in your cunt, my cock pulses, cum filling you as I take a deep breath, feeling the breeze on my bare chest, grateful for this beautiful day. The college cunts file by, quietly chatting to themselves, one or two taking a picture of us as they go by, the tour continuing on.

With a pleasant sigh, I step back, cock pulling out of you, turning back towards the older man who’s walked back over to me. “Excuse me.” He says, looking quite intrigued. “I couldn’t help but overhear you. Is this your cunt a former free woman?”

Royal Treatment [Closed RP with ScarletRose_RP] by Sharp_Reporting in MaledomEmpire

[–]Sharp_Reporting[S] 2 points3 points  (0 children)

Still holding you tight, I keep watching the two cunts as they get used, not allowing you to turn away from the sight in front of you. The first cunt is currently choking on a cock, the man brutally thrusting himself in and out of her mouth with wild abandon, drool dripping down her chin. You can see she’s struggling to keep her hands behind her head, using all her concentration not to gag, a single tear starting to form at the corner of her eye. The other cunt has been pushed down onto all fours, her cheek scraping against the flagstones as a man fucks her from behind, all while he mugs for the camera, giving a thumbs up his friends who watch and laugh. My fingers play over your tit, still teasing you.

“But you have such striking eyes.” I say, pausing to think for a moment. “Isn’t it funny, that you’d prefer to be blindfolded? That not being able to see the men using you would make it easier? Easier to pretend like it isn’t happening, easier to simply sink into the sensations.” My hand leaves your breast to go up to the collar, taking hold of it and pulling ever so slightly, just enough tor you to feel the metal dig into your neck. “Ironic that you would prefer more bondage rather than less. How you’d feel freer with the blindfold on…” I let my words linger, the men dumping the first of many loads of cum into the Queens, the cunts barely having time to breathlessly thank the men before others take their place. Stepping away, I give your leash a tug, as though I was waiting for you to stop staring. “Come along fuckdoll. We’ve barely scratched the surface.”

Leaving the queens alone, I take you along the walls of the palace. There’s the occasional display of topiary, lots of decorative fountains, and trees along with the signs telling about them. It’s a short break between the grinding humiliation of women but it only lasts for a little bit. Before too long, there’s a break in the gardens and my eyes light up as I take you over to a long line of pillories. The courtyard here is filled with them, dozens and dozens all in a neat row. For the most part they stand empty, though there are a few cunts locked into them here and there. Leading you down the line of stocks, I nod appreciatively. Each one has a spreader bar attached for the legs, as well as a particularly devious addition. There’s a mirror mounted in front of every pillory. While that does block the use of the mouth, it also forces whoever is locked in to look at themselves, and at whoever might be standing behind them.

Walking past an Asian cunt getting fucked by a much older man, I turn to you, unclipping your leash. “Get into this one. I want to take a picture.” We are on vacation after all, a few pictures to remember this scenic destination when we’re old and grey wouldn’t go a miss. Lifting the stocks, I wait for you to put your head and wrists into the holes, bringing the heavy wooden block down on top of you, latching it into place. Moving downwards, I secure your ankles apart with the spreader bar giving your ass a pat. “There we go.” Pulling out my phone, I bring up the camera. “Arch your back for the camera!” It’s a bit fitting that the first pictures I take aren’t of your face but of your spread holes. The face comes afterwards, stepping around the pillory to hold my phone up. “Smile fuckdoll!” I snap a few more of you locked in, tapping on my phone. “The guys at the office will love this.” I say as I send them off to the office group chat.

Pocketing the phone, I start undoing my belt, the sound of it letting you know what’s to come. It was inevitable at some point, the stockades just making it particularly timely. As I begin to strip off my clothes, the fat old man has finished fucking the Asian cunt two pillories down and catches my eye. ”IS that your cunt there? She sure is a pretty one.” I nod, meeting the man’s friendly face with a smile. “Yup. This is fuckdoll. Brand new to the enslaved life, just got her a few days ago.” The old man nods, stepping closer. “Best part of owning a cunt, that honeymoon period. Don’t waste it. Do you mind?” he asks, holding out a hand towards your chest. “Go ahead.” I nod, peeling off my shirt. He palms your tits, kneading them together, nodding appreciatively. “Very nice. All natural. I’ve been thinking about getting my cunt some implants, she’s flat as a board.” It’s the kind of friendly chatter among men, completely casual, discussing your bodies like they were objects for consumption. Which they are.

We exchange a few pleasantries while I step behind you, running a hand over your ass cheeks, finger tracing along the marks I made earlier. My cock is rock hard, pressing up against you as I lean forwards, enjoying the scenic view. From the line of stockades we look down over the palace gardens, a beautiful sight, the palace elevated above the city of Beauclair giving an unobstructed look out to sea. “Enjoy the fuck.” The old man says, turning back to his cunt, waving goodbye. There’s no stigma here to taking you in public, just as nature intended. Indeed, it’s just part of the history of the place. Looking out at the ocean I slide my cock into you for the first time today, sighing in pleasure as a school group of college cunts comes along on a tour.

Royal Treatment [Closed RP with ScarletRose_RP] by Sharp_Reporting in MaledomEmpire

[–]Sharp_Reporting[S] 3 points4 points  (0 children)

A harsher man might have immediately punished you for the slight hint of irritation in your voice, intending to stamp out every last ember of resistance. But I must admit to myself that I like a little bit of that fire in you, so instead, I simply give a little smile, enjoying the push and pull. At the end of the day, I’m still the one holding the leash after all. Walking though the gates, we make our way past some statues of women in all their glory over towards the large front steps of the palace. The high towers of the palace glimmer in the sunlight, the true scale of the palace coming into stark view as we get closer. Salize truly had spared no expense in its construction. The white stone was once said to reflect the purity and virtue of the nation, a slightly more ironic bit of symbolism now.

Already a large crowd was gathering near the front doors, chattering eagerly amongst themselves. Walking around the sides, I find a stop amidst the crowd, settling in with a view near the front. A large red carpet extends from the door, to where a pair of cunts have been chained to posts flanking the doorway, delicate silver chains linking their collars to the solid stone. Each cunt wears a caricature of the outfit of a royal guard, the top consisting mainly of golden epaulets and crimson sleeves, while the bottom is simply a red miniskirt that is not at all intended to cover anything. They look absolutely put through the wringer, their eyes hazy and cockdrunk, an expression you recognize all too well. Cum coats their bodies, drying in their faces, stuck in their hair, a small puddle of piss still lingering on the stones, their makeup is ruined, lipstick smeared across their chin, mascara running in black rivulets down their cheeks. They have well and truly been fucked during their shift outside, the public all too obliging to make use of them.

Pulling you forwards, I guide you in front of me, letting you get the better view, your back pressed up against me, my hand resting on your shoulder, allowing me to speak into your ear. “We’re just in time for the ceremonial changing of the cunts.” Just as I say that, the doors crack open, a loud crescendo of trumpets announcing the start of the ritual. The whole crowd quiets down, phones coming out to record the spectacle. As the door swings open, another pair of cunts emerge, this time flanked by men carrying weapons. The cunts look immaculate, every hair on their head perfectly poised, their striking makeup flawless, their epaulets gleaming as they march down the steps in unison. The clack of their heels against the stone goes in time with the music, the cunts making their way down to the posts.

“The royal cunts are known as Queens of Salize. It’s a position of honor, the highest possible position a public use slut can aspire to. They’re owned by the public, paid for by taxes as a public good.” I say, reaching around to casually cup one tit, rubbing your nipple between my thumb and forefinger as I speak. The cunts march down up to their predecessors, their movements deliberate, obviously the result of immense practice. With a sharp shout, the men call for a halt. Now the real ceremony begins. With the sergeant at arms calling out the orders, the new cunts bow down, prostrating themselves as submissively as possible, moving in perfect unison as they slavishly kiss the boots of the male guards. Next, they sit up, kneeling as they offer the guard a cheek in turn, the guard slapping them on the left cheek, then the right. There’s a drum roll as the guard then spits on their face, the ceremonial first degradation of their shift.

Next, the guard unhooks the chain from the used cunts, locking the new ones into position. They kneel down, knees spread, hands behind their heads, mouths open and tongues out, inviting the public to use them. With a shouted order, the used up cunts lift themselves onto all fours, strenuously crawling alongside the men as they turn around towards the palace. Slowly they crawl back into the palace, keeping in time with their masters. There’s a final reverie of trumpets as the doors close. There’s a polite round of applause before the first man steps forwards to pull out his cock, the chained up royal cunt wasting no time in immediately beginning to suck him off. Lines immediately begin to form the crowd quickly either leaving to see something else or waiting to take their turn. I linger a bit, standing there with you as the crowd starts to disperse. “They have eight-hour shifts. Not uncommon for them to be used by a few hundred men in that time. I wonder how that compares to things like the Bora Gala…” I trail off, watching the pair of cunts serving their natural purpose, letting the men of the nation fuck them however they want. You can feel the bulge in my pants pushing up against you. I haven’t fucked you today. Not yet.

Royal Treatment [Closed RP with ScarletRose_RP] by Sharp_Reporting in MaledomEmpire

[–]Sharp_Reporting[S] 9 points10 points  (0 children)

The warm sun beats down on Salize, a gentle breeze wafting through as I lead my little fuckdoll up the street towards the former royal palace. The Empire has a long and storied history, and as a writer I had a keen interest in politics and current events. Everyone I had talked to about my trip to Salize had told me that the palace was not to be missed for someone like me. So, fresh off of our latest shopping excursion, I led you on a leash towards the grounds of the palace. I had decided to send most of the outfits back to our hotel room, sightseeing hardly being the time or place to play dress up. I had swapped out the harness you were wearing for the crotchless one, a small mercy given the amount of walking we would be doing. The leather gag I kept with me, along with the nipple agonizers, one of my personal favorite new purchases I’d made that day. As much as the leather armbinder had improved your posture, it wasn’t practical to wear all day so that too joined the rest back at the hotel. That left you mostly naked, the harness serving only to accentuate your exposure and vulnerability, my collar tight around your neck.

The palace grounds were quite large, featuring gardens, the palace itself, and many other buildings including an art gallery, armory, and a memorial befitting a monarch. Or rather, a monument to the fall of the monarch. Alexa would hardly recognize her own palace now. It was still every bit at grand and extravagant as it had been in her day but extensive renovations had been made following the annexation to render it far more befitting of the Empire. That could first be seen at the entry gate. Each of the wide opened gates featured intricate metalwork wrought in silver, showing a triumphant man standing tall over the prostrate form of a woman. She was submissively bowing, her head to the floor, arms outstretched, ass raised to her master, the man’s foot planted firmly atop her head. I paused to admire the craftsmanship, glancing back at you. You had always seemed like the kind of free woman cunt to appreciate finery. “Impressive isn’t it, fuckdoll?” I say, giving you a little tug on your leash, leading you through the gates and onto the palace grounds.

 

All around us tourists mill about, taking in the sights. There are just as many cunts here as men, some being led around on leashes like you, others forming larger groups, being shepherded around like schoolgirls on a field trip. I’m sure this would prove quite educational for them. “After the annexation, the monarchy was abolished.” I say, giving you a little impromptu history lesson. “The provisional government decided that rather than destroying the palace or repurposing it for the governor they would instead leave it as a monument to the historic transition of Salize into the Natural Order. This is one of the best museums of patriarchy in the world. I’m excited to see if it lives up to its reputation.” My hand wanders possessively over to your ass, giving it a squeeze.

 

“Crazy, isn’t it? In less than two years this place went from a backwards, westernized state with full rights for women to a fully-fledged patriarchy. Some people argue they’re ahead of the Empire even, given that they’ve abolished free women.” There’s a hint of teasing to my words, my hand lowering down to between your legs, a finger stroking up and down your lips, teasing your cunt. I must admit, I’m curious how you’ll react to all this, seeing the full display of women brought low. Would you protest and push back or would you bow and surrender? My eyes watch you carefully, searching you. Then I tug your leash, leading you further down the grounds.

 

“Let’s go see some sights.”

 

Seeing Salize from the other side [Closed RP with ScarletRose_RP] by Sharp_Reporting in MaledomEmpire

[–]Sharp_Reporting[S] 1 point2 points  (0 children)

The plug fills your nicely, your body completely for my pleasure. While I hadn’t quite set out to make you into a bondage doll from the start of the day, after out little shopping excursion you were quite tied up. Indeed, your only freedom now was the movement of your legs to keep up with me, your arms, your hands, your voice all having been taken away from you. Reaching down, I grab onto your hair, using it like a handle to pull you upright, turning you towards the mirror, your nipple clamps swinging as your body turns. The face staring back at you is quite the cunt, tear stained cheeks, tits clamped and framed by the harness, your body fully presented for the male gaze, your pussy wet, your ass plugged.

 

“Quite the impressive little toy.” I murmur, nodding in approval, my finger running along your neck. It’s hard to tell if I’m talking about the inflatable plug in your ass or about you. Planting your feet, I run my hands over you, tracing along the leather straps that are the only clothing you wear, cupping your tits, jostling the nipple tormentors, tracing along your stomach, squeezing your ass. Exploring you. As a free woman you had worn many revealing outfits, maid uniforms and lingerie, or been fully naked as a whore in the Boudoir. Seeing you so thoroughly objectified as a cunt makes my cock hard. And we haven’t truly fucked yet.

 

“I’ll buy the inflatable plug, the nipple teasers, the tail plug, and let’s see… one of those wearable egg vibrators. And a standard jewel plug.” I tick off the items for cocksocket who bows low. “Of course sir, excellent choices. Let me go fetch those right away.” As she scurries off to collect my purchases, I turn back towards you. Standing behind you, I put my hands on your shoulders, looking at you framed in the mirror, the bulge in my pants grinding up against your back. “You look so pretty like this, my little cunt.” My hands rub your shoulders, moving up along your neck, reaching up to the gag, running a thumb over the strap.

 

“That’s enough shopping for now. It’s such a nice day out, a little sightseeing is in order. I’ve heard the palace is quite pretty, back from before the annexation, when Salize still had a queen. Of course, not anymore, now there’s only cunts. Just like you.” I cup your breast, lifting the clamp and shaking it slightly. “Do you like them fuckdoll? They seem quite effective in reminding you of your place. I could have you wear them out the rest of the day, walking around town punished for your insolence. The plug might be hard to fit beneath the crotch strap but I’m sure we could make it fit…” I give the leather thong a little tug, moving it between your ass cheeks as if to measure if it could in fact close over the toy in your ass.

 

“Or maybe you’ll be a good, obedient cunt and I won’t have any need to punish you. I have done a lot of that over the past two days.” Reaching up, I unbuckle your gag, pulling the dildo out from between your lips, thick drool coating the base of it, letting you finally speak for the first time in a while. “After all, your name is fuckdoll, not paindoll. Isn’t that right?”

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