The Queen’s Toy – Part 1 – [Fm] [FemDom] [Humiliation] [Slave] [Punishment] [Fantasy]

It’s late at night when my female guards bring you in to me. Of all the crimes you could have committed, you were caught trespassing on my castle grounds, hiding by the main draw bridge whilst the watch changed their posts. Right now, I don’t care why you broke in, or how, I’ll obtain that information from you later. All I know is that right now, I have a *need* to punish you.

*Silly boy*

At my instruction, you’ve been cuffed and gagged to make sure you don’t wake the entire castle staff with your intrusion. The two guards bring you to the small stone sound proof chamber where I am waiting. A fire has been lit in the huge hearth and a couple of candles cast a soft glow across the room. My soldier’s force you sit at the large, heavy wooden seat built into the apparatus at centre of the room. The equipment consists of three arm spokes, projecting off from a central area:- The Chair, The Post and The Bed.

Many before had affectionately referred to my design as ‘’The Torture Trinity’’. After the previous King had been overthrown, the Queen’s counsel forced all of the male slaves to construct the device, based on the worst sexual torment that each female subject could think of. My Ladies-in-waiting and I made sure that each toy was tried and tested. Many times. From tame blind folds and handcuffs to more severe cages, whips and dildos. It was an absolute delight to use, watching the man slaves learn their lessons in the most excruciating ways possible.

‘’Thank you, my Ladies. Perfect’’

I smile and nod at my guards to leave. They’ll have their fun with you later. When the door clicks shut, I lift my right leg and place my bare foot between your thighs, resting on the chair, studying your face.

*Hmmmmm a real cute delinquent one here*

Hitching my night gown up, I reveal a leather garter which is fastened around my thigh, holding a seven inch hunting dagger. I slowly unsheathe my weapon of choice, keeping my eyes locked on yours. Bringing the blade up to your throat, I hold it there. Barely pressing it into your skin.

“I won’t have any need to use this….. will I….*Trespasser*??!!”

Hissing at you, I run the blade lightly across your skin from your cheek to under your jaw. Your eyes are wide like saucers and your chest heaves with panic. I get a massive kick out of seeing the fear flash across your face. Leaning closer to you, my hair brushes across your neck, my lips almost touching your ear. I sniff at your skin like a lioness surveying her prey.

“If you try anything then I won’t hesitate to use this and those wild women that bought you in are right outside that door. Do you understand, *intruder*?”

You nod, wildly, a bead of sweat forming on your brow. You woke up your Queen, you *should* be sweating.

“Good” I rasp.

Without giving you a moment’s notice I whip the blade down the front of your shirt, just enough to tear the fabric but not enough so it touches your skin. You gasp and squirm under your gag as I chuckle, slashing the blade down further, ripping open your cloth trousers. Placing the dagger blade between my teeth, I rip off the rest of your clothing with my hands. I always prefer to administer punishments when my subject is naked.

*Vulnerable*

Moving back I look at you, inspecting your naked body fully. Stepping around you, I watch your strong chest quickly rises and fall, your muscular thighs tensing. Glancing between your legs, I chuckle and smile as I notice your cock thicken.

‘’Look at you, criminal, *enjoying* being humiliated’’

Snorting, I lean forward, tapping the tip of your cock with my blade before securing the dagger on a small table next to The Chair. Reaching behind my back, I unhook the fastenings on my night gown, letting it fall off my shoulders as you watch. I really get off on teasing criminal slaves. Especially the desperate ones. I peel down the fabric to reveal my soft round breasts before the material falls to the floor, pooling at my feet. Resting forward onto the chair I lay my hands over your wrists, my breasts falling just in front of your face. Your head tilts up slowly to meet my gaze.

“You need to be *punished* for your crime. You will become my own personal sex slave. I will *use* you however I see fit, I will take from you whatever I like and you will give your Queen whatever I want. Do you understand??!!”

***Thwack***

My palm stings from the slap I whip across your cheek, you wince painfully. Humming I shush you, playfully running my thumb across your face before ruffling your hair. You frown and nod slowly.

“Good boy”

Lifting myself up onto the chair, I slide my thighs either side of you, sat on your lap facing you. The pressure of your hard on straining up against my outer folds. You’re *rock* hard. I begin to grind my hips against yours. Teasing and tormenting. Reaching behind your head I slowly untie the gag in your mouth, thumbing over the red marks left on your cheeks.

“I’m going to use that nice thick cock of yours for my own pleasure, *slave*”

I smile, wiggling against your twitching length. You flinch and huff again before I bite into the tender flesh on your neck.

“Your Queen’s own personal….little…***fuck***….toy”

Smirking and kissing at the red mark on your neck where your skin was just in between my teeth, I reach down and ease the tip of your cock between my wet folds before carefully guiding you inside. I gasp as your wide girth pushes me open. Moaning and panting, I groan against your ear.

‘’I’ve *always* wanted a slave with a big cock and now I have one….how does it feel to be nothing but The Queen’s Human Dildo, hmmm?”

I really take my time letting my body open up to take you, your cock head stretching me open inch by inch as I lower myself onto you. My tight walls moulding to every inch of your desperate and heavy cock. When I feel the front of your thighs almost touching my bottom, I let my body weight slide down onto you fully. Allowing the tip of your cock to push against my cervix. I groan….sigh, so full of you. Beginning to rock my hips back and forth, up and down, gripping onto your body to find the perfect angle to *really* fuck you. My fingers wrap around the back of your neck as I push my soft breasts against your face, feeding my nipples into your mouth. Each time I raise myself up, your lips catch my nipple and tug it gently causing the most delicious pressure to ripple from my chest to between my legs.

“You look so greedy with my tits filling your mouth…..what do you say to your Queen?!’’ I snap, yanking your head back.

‘’Thank you, my Queen, thank you for giving me your perfect breasts to worship’’

Another ***SMACK*** across your mouth before smothering your face fully with my huge boobs, my body almost completely covering yours now. Feeling you splutter and your low groans vibrate deep within my chest. Leaning and reaching back I cup underneath my bottom, feeling your swollen balls tighten up, I squeeze and pull on them tightly.

“No! You must not cum! I did not give you permission, *SLUT*!’’

I tap your balls a few times with my finger tips, whilst digging my nails into your strong upper back, you moan loudly into my breasts. Your arms and legs straining hard against the restraints, knowing that the consequences of disobeying your Queen again do not bear thinking about. I pull our bodies together, not an inch between us, rhythmically bouncing on your swollen cock. Tilting my hips forward to find the sweet spot on my clitoris, we can both feel the pressure of my orgasm building. My fingers grip tight against the back of your neck, clawing your skin violently as I pant.

“***FUCK***! Your Queen is going to cum….all over you! Tell me how grateful you are, you traitorous little slut!’’

My body shudders violently, my tight walls contracting around your entire girth, milking every inch. Squeezing my thighs against you as wave after wave of powerful orgasm pulse through my lower body, soaking you completely.

‘’Thank…….you….for….your…..orgasm…My Queen!’’

You barely manage to grunt the words as I mark you with my nectar. I feel your low, guttural groans of frustration at withholding your own orgasm vibrate through my body. After a couple of minutes of clenching and releasing against you, I slowly open my eyes again. My adrenaline surges as I feel you struggling and seeing you sweat and wince makes me giggle. Nuzzling right into your ear, I whisper gently.

“Oh…… my good little slave whore, you took your *first* punishment so well….didn’t you?’’

You cry out and groan as I laugh again, pulling my pelvic floor muscles up, milking at your aching cock inside me. Your confused frown with pleading puppy dog eyes really is adorable.

‘’My *first* punishment?’’

I push the hair back which is stuck against your sweaty forehead, mockingly whining with you. Cupping your strong jaw in my hands, your whole body throbbing with frustration. You really don’t get it, do you?

“Awww…..Did you think your Queen had finished with you?’’ I raise my eyebrows and tilt my head, smirking.

‘’I’ve only just begun to punish you…….Tell me what you are’’ I tease and smile brightly. You whimper quietly, resigned to your fate, quietly confessing.

‘’I am your own personal little fuck toy, my Queen’’

“Yes you are! Good slave boy” I grin sweetly, tapping your cheek as you wince.

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