Hey all! I've written a few erotic pieces in the past, but I've never had the courage to post any of them. This one I wrote today, loosely based on a recurring fantasy I have. I would love any constructive feedback as I'm always looking to improve my writing💖 Hope you enjoy!

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In this realm, the King owns all. Every mountain, every piece of bread, every peasant, every castle, and every gold coin. But His most prized possession was me. He found me on my family farm when I was a young woman. He saw me there, ploughing a field, and took a liking to me. He had adorned peasant clothing so as to go unnoticed, and He approached me. I took a liking to Him and His charm immediately and asked his name.

He would not say, only saying “I can offer you safety and comfort, love and pleasure, and a better life for you and your family. You need only say yes.”

Believing He was a peasant; I of course didn’t take Him seriously. On the off chance, though, I said “If you have more to offer me than safety and comfort, love and pleasure, and a better life, then I will come with you.”

He chuckled at my response and raised His eyebrow. “It’s a deal, sweetheart.”

If I had known what His intentions were I would have said yes in a heartbeat, let me tell you. But I had no idea until He showed up later that afternoon with a military escort and royal attire and offered my father a ludicrous sum of money in exchange for me. Not my hand in marriage, not my help as a maid, just me. This was more money than my father had ever seen in his life. He looked to me, and I looked at him. I nodded and he shook His hand.

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It was a difficult transition at first, being trained. But Master was the kindest man I had every met, taking such care, and having such patience as I learned my duties. I was His slave, His property, but He took better care of me than He did any of the free men and women in His court. I was His in every meaning of the word.

By now, I have been fully trained. Master enjoys having me near as much as I enjoy being near Him. His throne room, where He keeps me during the day, is beautiful. Lit by beautiful lanterns and huge windows, walls decorated with banners bearing His insignia and beautiful works of art, and a rug leading from the entrance to His throne, the very symbol of His power.

I’m kept on the right side of the throne in a small dog bed in which I lay and occasionally nap. It matches the style of His throne, draped in a deep red and decorated with gold, but is lower to the ground so as to keep me beneath Him. Around my neck is a leather collar, fastened with a padlock in the back. The only key in the whole realm that will fit in that keyhole is always kept on His person, in His pocket. He liked that, having the only key to my freedom. On the front of the collar is a loop, on which is attached a leash which is fastened using the same key as the one for my collar. The leash is a chain and, just as my collar, is decorated beautifully. The handle is also leather and is in His hand most of the time, just as He liked it. When He’s not in the room, He fastens the handle to a loop on His throne, using the same key. There I will have to lay until He comes back.

Master has me wear an awfully sheer gown. It covers me but was intentionally designed to reveal my body. If you look at me you can see everything, as I am completely naked underneath. He greatly enjoys that outfit. Every guest He has and every guard He has can barely keep their eyes off me. I enjoy that too, meeting the eyes of the guards in the room as they try to catch a glimpse of my body. I can often see their hard dicks underneath their ridiculous outfits. They’re so close but so far. I’m a symbol of His power, everyone can look at me, but no one can have me. I am only His.

One day a messenger from the neighbouring dukedom arrived, bearing a message from his duke to my King. I sat up on my knees and placed my hands in front of me like a dog with my tits hanging between my arms and looked at him. He was a young man, maybe 20 years old, and let me tell you, he could not keep his damn eyes off me. He tried to read his little message, something about a peasant rebellion, but for every word he said he glanced at my tits, my face, and my body. I couldn’t help but smile at him, laughing at him inside. Master noticed too and playfully tugged on my leash beckoning me to look up at Him, which I did. He pet my head and I leaned against His throne and purred. The messenger was clearly going mad looking at Master and me. I could see his dick in pants grow hard and the sweat on his forehead build, as could Master who playfully asked him with a chuckle “Are you alright, messenger?”. The poor man couldn’t even respond. He hadn’t even finished his message, but he was wasting Master’s time. He ordered him removed and told him to tell his master to send a better messenger next time, a detail I doubt he mentioned to his duke.

When the day is done Master will grab my leash and lead me away from the throne room and into His private bedchamber, where we both sleep. I have to crawl next to Him like a good pet and He tugs on my leash whenever I fall behind. His bedchamber is even more beautiful than His throne room because it is ours. He has things in there that are mine, some books and some parchment that I was allows to bring into the throne room if I’m a good girl. He personally taught me to read for that very purpose, so I would have things to do when He is busy with His work. He lets me sleep next to Him in His bed when I’ve been good, but when I have not I’m forced to sleep in a cage in the corner of the room, locked with the same key as everything else.

That brings me to today, to where I am now. I’m in His bed, with my ankles and wrists tied to each corner of his bed in an X-shape. My gown was removed hours ago, leaving me fully exposed for Him, but still with my collar around my neck. He has kept me here for what feels like years, busy with His work, writing letters to His subordinates. In time, though, He puts away His quill and ink and moves towards me. I’m cleave gagged with a cloth around my head so I’m unable to say anything, but my eyes say all. I need Him and He knows it. He places His right hand on my stomach and His left on my head, stroking it.

“You’re so beautiful”, he says, and I smile through the gag.

His right hand slowly moves down my stomach, tickling me and making me go crazy with anticipation. But His hand jumps over where I most need it and He strokes my inner thigh. I’m losing it now, wriggling and pointlessly trying to escape my restraints to touch myself. He laughs at my futile attempt to escape and slaps my inner thigh, making me yelp.

He walks away from the bed and begins taking off His royal attire. His cape drops to the floor with a thud, and I painfully bend my neck to try to catch a glimpse. In time, all His clothes except His undergarments have hit the floor and I go crazy at Him not having removed all His clothes yet.

His hand returns to my inner thigh again and He begins stroking the spot where He slapped me, which by now has become red. He looks at my eyes and I look at His, silently begging for release. He painfully gropes my tits and walks away again, this time returning with a toy, a dildo. He spits on it and quickly rubs it, not that I need any extra lube right now. I beg with my eyes again and His hand finally moves to my sweet spot. His finger slowly begins to rub my clit and I moan, loud, loud enough for the guards outside the door to hear. But as suddenly as it arrived, His hand pulls away, making me groan in frustration. But then He grabs the dildo and slips it inside of me with ease, I’m as wet as an ocean for Him. I moan again, louder this time, and His free hand goes back to where I desperately need it.

“You like that, my pet?” he asks and increases the speed of his thrusts.

“Mhm!” I moan through the gag.

He roughly pulls the gag out of my mouth at last, which is aching at this point, and allows me to speak. “Please!”, I beg. “Let me cum, let me cum, let me cum”, I repeat with increasing desperation.

He chuckles and pulls away the dildo and His hand and turns around.

“Fuck! No, just let me cum already!”, I scream at Him.

He turns around and His eyes meet mine. “What was that, you whore?” He groans and firmly grabs my chin.

I look at Him in desperation but submit, managing to mumble “I’m sor- sorry, Master.”

He releases me and my head drops onto the mattress. Making sure I’m obedient for Him He slaps my pussy, hard, and I scream in pain. He grabs me by the throat so I can’t breathe and groans in my ear “You remember who you belong to, slave.”, adding another slap which makes me groan as His hand on my neck prevents me from screaming.

His hand stays around my neck long enough to let my eyes roll into the back of my head before He releases me. I violently cough while He walks away. “I’m sorry, Master”, I cough out. “I belong to you.”

He turns to face me and finally removes the final piece of clothing covering Him. My mouth and pussy waters looking at His dick. I need it, desperately, and He knows it. It’s rock hard, but He teases me with it further, rubbing it in my hand.

I beg Him again “Please, Master, I need it inside o-“, but before I can finish He puts the cloth gag back into my mouth, silencing my pleading.

My mind is racing at all the things I want Him to do to me, but He wants to keep it away from me as long as possible. I groan and try to speak to the gag, pleading Him to do something, anything to me. If my hands were free I swear I would grab His dick and stuff it inside of me. He knows it and loves teasing me. The dildo returns to my pussy and enters me, and I moan. His hand returns to my clit, and I moan louder. His circular motions drive me crazy and push me closer and closer to the edge. He can tell, I swear He can, because just as I’m about to cum He pulls the dildo out and His hand away, leaving me to groan and sulk at Him.

Instead of walking away, this time He goes to the end of the bed. I lift my neck to look at Him. His eyes are animalistic, He is hungry for me. Suddenly He climbs the bed and mounts me, slapping His dick against my pussy for a few seconds. I plead as best I can through the gag and He finally lets me have it. He enters me. He goes in and out in slow but deep and hard motions and my eyes roll into the back of my head. This is heaven, this is ecstasy, this is everything I have ever wanted.

His thrusts begin to increase frequency. He moans and tells me “Fuck, you feel so good.” and I moan in return.

His hand reaches over to my gag and pulls it out, allowing me to scream and moan as loud as I want. If His guards didn’t know any better, they’d swear I was being murdered. I scream “Oh God let me cum.”

My Master, my God, the very reason for my existence obliges. He rubs my clit with one hand and chokes me with the other.

I feel the sweet release at last, screaming and moaning as I go over the edge. He follows shortly, moaning and grunting as He releases inside of me. I keep moaning and keep pulling at the restraints at the feeling of His cum inside of me, dripping out onto the bed.

He pulls out and stands up, looking affectionately at me. He walks around the bed so He stands next to my head and places His hand on my cheek, rubbing away the tears I didn’t even realise had rolled down my cheeks. “You were so good tonight, my pet”, he says.

I smile at him and internally thank the makers that He’s my Master. He releases me from my restraints and cleans His cum up with a rag, handing it to a guard outside to toss away. I laugh at the sight and when the door closes He joins my laughter with His. We both lay in bed, collapsing into each other’s arms. I lay on His chest and place my leg over His legs, and He puts His arm around me.

“Good girl”, He says and kisses my forehead.

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I look up at Him and smile. I am His, and I would have it no other way.