From slave to Queen

Rules

As we were riding in the car, tears were flowing from my eyes. Zackyus seems to have noticed this and puts his arm around my waist and pulled me closer to him. "As long as you're a good little slave you have nothing to worry about.
I can't be a slave.... I don't know how to cook or clean or-
Zackyus chuckle softly. " You are not cleaning slave" He looked down at me with a small smile. " You're my sex slave.

My eyes widened at the word " sex slave" I started to cry hysterically. " Why me?! Why not get some kinky girl from the street and use her to have sex with! "

Zackyus looked at me with no hit of sadness " Because I am the King and I don't just get some low life off the street and use them for my own pleasure."

But why me?

I've been watching you for a long time. Your parents told me everything about you even your abilities.

I don't want to be a sex slave.

You don't have a choice... and since we're on this topic let me tell you the rules.

1. Don't try to run away because you will get punished.
2. Do as I say when I say it unless I say otherwise.
3. You can only address me as " Daddy, your majesty, or Master"
4. And no passing out in the middle of our session. Am I clear?
Yes...
Yes what?
Yes your majesty
He kissed me on the cheek" Good girl. Also the punishments include nipple clamps, having a vibrator in you for 5 hours straight, and being spanked.

"Please just let me go." I whisper as I started to cry again.
There's no need to cry. Just be good and as I say. You're not going to be chained up and stave. You will have a comfortable bed and nice clothes. How does that sound?

I still don't want to be a sex slave, it's gonna hurt.

He picked me up and put me on his lap facing him and he kissed me. " Don't worry my little princess I will make it less pain if you be good.