It's Been Another Dull Day In The Castle, I've Been In And Out Of Audiences And Meetings And Diplomatic

It's been another dull day in the castle, I've been in and out of audiences and meetings and diplomatic events all day. And of course, as my personal guard, you have too. You decide we both need some stress relief so you pull me over to one of the storage closets near the throne room. At first I'm confused, and then you say "On your knees, your highness" and I understand, sinking down in front of you obediently.

"You know, you have an audience with the-fuxk, good boy, use your tongue-head of the royal army next. Wonder what they'd think if they saw the crown prince-shit, fuck, just like that-down on his knees for me like a needy little slut?" Your hands are gripping my hair, moving me in the ways that make you feel good. "Ohhhhhh fuxk, my liege, I'm gonna fill you up, gonna cum down your fuckin throat" you fuxk my face faster, using my crown for even more leverage before doing exactly as you promised and cumming in my mouth. "Bet you're so fuxking wet now, want me to fuxk you, your majesty?" you say, dragging me to my feet and shoving me against the wall of the closet, yanking down my pants and boxers, sliding a finger into me. "Such a little whore you are, prince, all wet and needy for a knight like this, you're gonna have to beg if you want me inside you" you whisper in my ear, two fingers now stretching me open to prepare my hole for your cock/strap. And I whimper, "Please please please, I need it, need you inside me, need to feel the stretch of my insides as you fuck me, please I'll do anything" I'm bucking against your fingers and you smirk as you take them out, lining yourself up before thrusting into me with a single whispered "good boy" You fuck into me hard and fast, we have to be quick before my next audience starts of course. I start whining as I get close, and you tell me you're close too, you're gonna fill me up so I'm leaking you for my whole meeting, reminded of how thoroughly fuxked I am by you. When you're done filling me you slide my boxers and pants back up my hips, telling me that if im good at my meeting I'll get to cum afterwords, with a gentle squeeze to my throbbing sensitive tdick for good measure as a reminder to behave.

Throughout the whole meeting you subtly smirk whenever I shift uncomfortably, the stickiness in my boxers a reminder of what we just did as I stumble my way through such an important meeting, blushing and fumbling my words, fighting the urge to rub my legs together because after this I'll get to cum, I just need to get this done and then I can cum.

After words you remind me that you said I could only cum if i was good, and that meeting went terribly, so as punishment I'm not allowed to cum for the whole rest of the day.

(I could write soooooo much more for this but I feel like it's already so long)

Being a Prince and getting degraded/dominated/fucked while being called royal titles >>>>>>>>

"Suck it, your majesty"

"Fuxk, you're so tight, sire"

"I'm gonna cum inside you, your highness"

"You're gonna fuxking take it, Prince"

"Such a good little slut for me, my lord"

"Spread your legs wider, my liege, good boy"

"Bet the other nobles would love to see what a willing little whore their prince is, hm?"

My head is fuzzy just imagining it

Being fucked so hard the crown falls off my head

That's it, send post

Do whatever you'd like with this information. I have used your stories as a way to tease my bf. At first, he wasn't really into being called Prince, but he has changed his mind sense. He loves it when I'm fucking his cunt and I call him sire or even leaning over and tell him that he's doing such a,good job for his personal gaurd. I'm sure the other guard would like to see how their liege moans.

Holy fuxk this is probably one of the most flattering and hot pieces of information ever :000000

So glad that my princeposting has spread the royalty kink disease lol

But I will honestly probably be thinking about this all day omg

And maybe princeposting in a bit, mayhaps >:3

Imagine, you're the princes' personal guard. It's your job to make sure that no one is sneaking into the throne room without your permission while the prince is in there. Today, though, you're telling people that, unfortunately, the prince is feeling under the weather right now and can't grant any more audiences for today.

The big secret is that I'm not actually under the weather, however, I am spread legged on my throne, tied to it by the leash on the crown pressed into my neck, my loyal guards cum spilling out of my well-fucked boypussy. Eyes glassed over with tears, and mind empty because for every person I was supposed to grant an audience with today, my loyal guard fucks another load into me, trying to see how many they can get away with before someone sees and the whole Kingdom knows what a royal little slut I am. And to top it all off, I have to wait to cum until my itinerary for the day is complete, there are three more meetings scheduled, and for each one I'm fuxked and filled. Teased by my guard as they stroke my aching tdick "Whats wrong, your highness?" as they fake sympathy, watching me fall apart beneath them. Eventually all the meetings for today are done and I nearly sob with relief as my guard comes back, surely I can cum now, right? "Of course you can, my liege, but you have to do it untouched while I'm inside you, otherwise we'll just repeat this again tomorrow" they tease. I whimper, feeling them fuxk into me for the final time of the day, in the heat of the moment I'm so desperate I try to stroke myself, I know they're close and I just need a little more to cum as well. They grip my hands harshly, pinning them above my head "Ah ah, my prince, I said untouched, what a bad boy, as punishment you're not gonna cum for the whole rest of the week"

Imagine you're a servant at the castle, and you notice that I, the prince, am rather clumsy but never get scolded for it. On the other hand every little mistake you make is closely scrutinized and punished harshly. It gets on your nerves more and more, until one day you're blamed for something I did, and of course, punished harshly for it. That night, stewing in your anger, you snap. You sneak your way up to my room, fully intent on forcing me to tell everyone it was actually my fault and not yours. You see me sleeping peacefully, and climb your way on top of me, shaking me to wake me up. I sit up, startled, and ask you what the hell you think you're doing, you will definitely be punished for thi- I am silenced by your hand over my mouth as you harshly tell me how unfair it is that I've never been punished, and how you're going to fix that.

At first you just intended to beat me up a bit, not near as harsh as the punishments you've had to endure but surely it would relieve some stress. But then your knee moves just right to lightly grind against my clothed pussy and I let out a shocked little whimper. You stop, but then smirk and do it some more, teasing me for whimpering underneath a servant like this. How pitiful I look trying desperately to get the friction back when you move your knee just a bit. You tell me if I beg for it, I can have your knee back, and beg I do, whining and whimpering under you, grinding helplessly against your knee. You teasingly ask me "Does his highness want to be touched?" As you ghost your fingers over my cunt, teasing my sensitive tdick through my underwear. You tug them down and make me beg for your fingers, make me admit that I'm a clumsly little slut of a prince, longing for the touch of a commoner. First one, then two fingers in me as you feel yourself get worked up as well. Then suddenly you take them out, I whine at you, you grip my hair harshly and guide my head to where you've unbuttoned your pants to reveal your hard cock/strap and whisper "Suck. It's the only lube you're gonna get your majesty so put that mouth to good use". Your hands grip my hair, thrusting yourself into my mouth recklessly, this is a punishment after all, it only really matters if you're enjoying it. After a bit you pull out and tell me to get on all fours, lining yourself up at the entrance to my boypussy, you thrust in all at once, not stop til you've bottomed out inside me. Eventually you flip me around to make me face you, pleased with the tears streaming down my face as I tell you how good you feel inside, begging you for more, to go harder. You tell me how unbecoming of a prince it is to say such things, don't I have any shame? What would the other nobles think if they saw me right now, all spread and eager to be fucked by a servant? Of course, because you're just sooooo nice, you'll keep how muxh of a royal slut the prince is a secret, in exchange I should let you do this to me whenever you feel like it. And I agree, to pleasure drunk to even fully comprehend what I've just said yes to.

The next day you do your work happily, and of course you have a few 'audiences' with me whenever your task gets frustrating and you need some stress relief. The day ends with my legs all shaky as you guide me up to my bedchambers, knowing full well you aren't just sending me diligently off to bed.