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The Princess and Her Slave

Princess Katie had a fabulous life. She lived in a beautiful palace and was attended by adoring slaves 24 hours a day. They fanned her as she slept, attended her when she woke, massaged her feet as she ate breakfast in bed, bathed her, dressed her and served her all day long. The Princess lived in absolute luxury. Her gourmet meals were served when she snapped her fingers. She never did any of even the most basic personal chores for herself. She never wiped her own ass, using a slaves tounge often for toilet paper, she never brushed her own teeth or painted her own toenails. Thats what her slaves were for and she was simply too good to do anything like that. She was perfect. Brandon’s life, by contrast, was not so perfect. His life as a slave to Princess Katie was one of constant work, toil, and suffering. Princess Katie provided very little for her slaves. The slept in an old leaky unheated and un-air conditioned stable, on a cold dirt floor, had a leaky faucet in the corner for water, and all shared the same dirty toilet. The slaves ate out of a horse trough and they ate wet hay. That was their only nourishment. They rarely got more than 3-4 hours of sleep per night.
Early one very hot summer afternoon Princess Katie was relaxing by the pool in her bikini. Her feet were propped up on the back of one slave, while four other slaves did her nails. One slave on each hand, one slave attending to each foot. One slave held an umbrella over her and two others fanned her, one from each side. Another slave stood nearby holding a silver tray of fresh fruit and chocolate. Another slave held her phone up to Princess Katies ear so she could talk to her best friend on the phone for hours. Katie decided she wanted some wine and as quickly as she could snap her fingers one of her many adoring slaves, Brandon, was scurrying along the palace grounds, carrying a silver tray with a very expensive bottle of white wine and a chilled crystal glass. Typically, Princess Katie barely even noticed her slaves…after all, they were not people to her, they were property that existed to serve her. But her eyes met Brandons lowered eyes as he humbly approached with the wine. She noticed his eyes, his face, his body. He was delicious and she couldn’t help but notice. Her eyes gazed down to his package and the Princess liked what she saw. She knew she could have her way with him if she wanted, anytime she wanted because he was her personal property and she could do with him as she pleased. But that was just too easy. She could order him up to her room and order him to pleasure her–but the coy, feminine side of the Princess knew how to seduce a man–and she wanted to tease him a bit–make him suffer–that would make the passion so much more intense.
So Princess Katie began to flirt. She looked at him and smiled coyly. “Hurry up with my wine boy” she said. He smiled and said “Yes Princess Katie.” He knelt before her at her feet, and poured his Princess the glass of wine. She accepted it and sipped it. She looked at him and smiled. He remained kneeling at her feet. She held up her feet to his face and he reverently kissed each one. “You may go now boy” the Princess said. Brandon began to retreat and walk away. As he walked away an idea came to the Princess and she ordered him to stop. Brandon turned around and said “Yes Princess?” He was afraid he had displeased her. She pointed her finger to the flowerbed near the pool. “Go rework that flower bed–I don’t like it. Pull all the old flowers out and put new ones in and do it now.” Brandon replied, “Yes Princess as you wish.” He quickly went off and got the necessary gardening tools. Soon he was hard at work. The temperature was near 100 degrees and in the hot sun the heat index was about 108. Princess Katie lay comfortable and cool under the umbrella being fanned and massaged, sipping a cool drink, watching her slaveboy Brandon toil away. He was sweating all over the place, and seemed miserable. Yet he worked hard as ordered. He had totally sweated through his slave uniform. “Take that uniform off boy” said the Princess. “I don’t want you passing out….can’t get any work out of you like that!” So he took off his shirt and got back to work. “NO BOY” said Princess Katie, “I said take your uniform off, not just your shirt.” Brandon smiled and said “Yes Princess.” Brandon stripped down to his boxers and began to shovel again. “DAMNIT BOY!” Princess yelled…those boxers are part of your slave uniform, and I said take off that uniform!” Brandon smiled and stripped naked. “Gooooood slave” said Princess….”very very good indeed”…she laid back and smiled at what she saw. “Now you may continue working.”

So she laid there, relaxing, watching the sweat drip off his naked body, and getting somewhat aroused by what she saw. Slave Brandon was obviously feeling the same way, for he was hard as a rock. Princess smiled and said “oh, slaveboy, as long as you’re going to have a stiffie, you may as well put it to good use for me. The bugs out here are just awful, so go get one of those bug-repelling citronella candles in the pails, the ones with the handles on top, light it, and hang it from your cock!” Princess laughed as she said this. Brandon complied, got the candle, lit it and hung it from his cock. The weight soon began to really dig into his cock but that was Brandons problem, not Princesses. Despite the pain from the large and heavy candle, despite worrying he’d burn himself, despite how hard it was to shovel and bend over in the flower bed due to the candle, and despite Princesses constant laughing over how every time he bent over the sweat would drip on the candle and put it out, he seemed to get even more hard and aroused.

Yet despite all this, Brandon didn’t mind, not only because as a slave he didn’t have a choice, but because he truly worshipped, adored, and loved Princess Katie. He wanted to please her and her happiness was his happiness. Soon the flower bed was done. Suddenly Princess Katie ordered all other slaves back to the stable. Brandon was ordered to stay behind, still with the candle on his hard dick. She got up and walked over to him and smiled. She whispered in his ear “lets get in the pool… and have me replace that candle.”

by Mike
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