The King's Captive

Seduced by Submission 🔞

In a forceful display of dominance, he firmly grasped her delicate wrists and pressed her back against the cold, unyielding wall. "This will be your punishment," he declared with a commanding tone.

With deliberate intent, he slowly raised the fabric of her maid's skirt, revealing the vulnerable flesh beneath. Gently parting the folds of her clothing, he skillfully slipped his fingers inside and began to tenderly explore her most intimate and sensitive area.

She let out a loud moan in pain," Master! Please, no! I'm sorry, I won't disobey you again!" she begged him to stop, but she knew that he wouldn't. "I am a virgin, Master. Two fingers are too much for me. Please, Master. I will not disobey you again..."

"I don't care if you're a virgin. I don't care if I'm hurting you. You need to learn your place. I am your master, and you must obey me. You will learn to love me, and you will do whatever I say. I will have my way with you, and you will submit to me completely," he was not going to stop until he was satisfied.

He started to thrust both his fingers into her as he felt he was tearing something inside of her. He smirked at her in satisfaction seeing her scream in pain and pleasure, "You will obey me now, my dear maid..."

She gasped, her breath hitching as her eyes widened with sharp, piercing pain. Hot tears streamed down her cheeks, tracing a path of despair as she fought to regain control over her ragged breathing. She attempted to push his firm grip away with trembling hands, but his strength easily overpowered her fragile resistance.

"Look at me! Look at me while I make you mine. You will never forget this moment. You will always remember who your master is," he was enjoying the sight of her in pain, and he was enjoying the feeling of her body trembling in his hands. He wanted to see her whole body shake in pleasure and fear.

She looked up at him, her eyes filled with fear and pain. She was trying to stay strong, but she couldn't help but feel a strange mixture of fear and desire. She wanted to get away from him, but she also wanted to please him. She was caught in a conflict between her body and her mind, and she was starting to feel like she was losing control.

"Good girl. You are learning. I can see that you are starting to like it. You are starting to enjoy my touch. You are starting to enjoy being my maid and my servant. You are starting to enjoy being mine," he spoke as he released his fingers from her and noticed a gush of warm release of her squirt flowing from her and onto his hand and smirked proudly as he made her reach her peak without her knowing.

She was weak and breathless as she rested her head on his broad muscular shoulders, "Master, I'm truly sorry. I promise I won't disobey you again..." She gasped for breath but somehow managed to get the words out.

"I know you won't. You are mine now, and you will do whatever I say. I am your master, and you will submit to me completely. I want you to promise me that you will never try to escape or disobey me again." he wanted to hear her say it, and he wanted to hear her beg for his forgiveness.

"I promise, Master. I will never try to escape or disobey you again. I will be a good servant and I will do whatever you say," she looked up at him with fear in her eyes.

"Wonderful! I'm delighted to hear that. Now, kindly take care of the mess you've created!" he spoke, his tone reflecting a mix of confidence and intensity.

Princess Avalyn slowly got down on her knees and felt like she had lost her freedom and her dignity. She was starting to feel like she was nothing more than a toy for him to play with, "Yes, Master..." 

*Feeling a strong sense of degradation and humiliation washing over her, she found herself in a situation where she believed it was necessary to take on the unpleasant task of cleaning up the mess on the floor that had come from herself. The weight of her embarrassment seemed to crush her as she knelt down, trying to erase any evidence of her accident. 

The colours of shame and self-consciousness painted her cheeks red, her eyes fixed on the floor both in the realization of what had happened and in determination to make things right. The sounds of her own breathing filled the silence of the room, the only thing louder being the beating of her heart—an uncomfortable reminder of the awkwardness and vulnerability she was experiencing. 

With each wipe of the cloth, she felt a fraction of her self-esteem slipping away, leaving her with nothing but a tinge of regret and a promise to be more careful in the future. As she finally stood up, she carried with her the weight of her actions and the lesson learned, the emotional residue of the incident lingering in the air around her.*

He relished how she willingly surrendered to him, enjoying her compliance and deference. As time passed, a sense of authority and dominance began to envelop him, making him realize that he held not just her submission and obedience but also her trust and reliance.