Princess's hands were submerged in soapy water, the plates and cutlery from dinner floating around her in a mundane dance of domesticity. Her eyes glazed over as she stared out the small, grease-speckled window, lost in thought about the book she had been reading the night before. It was a thriller, filled with twists and turns that mirrored the tumultuous world outside their quaint suburban home.

Her phone vibrated against the counter, jolting her out of her reverie. The screen illuminated with a message from her Master. "Come downstairs to the bedroom now," it read, simple and demanding. Princess felt a flutter of excitement and apprehension in her stomach. Master never texted her like that, not when she was in the middle of chores. She quickly dried her hands, leaving the dishes half-cleaned, and made her way downstairs, the urgency of his message echoing in her mind.

The bedroom door was ajar, a sliver of light spilling out into the darkened hallway. She pushed it open and stepped in, the plush carpet muffling her footsteps. The sight that greeted her was anything but mundane. Master lay sprawled on the king-sized bed, his muscular form gloriously bare, eyes glued to his phone screen. The room smelled faintly of his cologne and the lingering scent of their earlier passion. The video on the phone was explicit, a blonde woman with breasts so large they seemed to defy gravity, impaled by three thick, veiny cocks. She watched the screen for a brief moment, her cheeks flushing at the raw, carnality of it all.

Master looked up and met her gaze, his eyes dark with lust. "Kneel before me, princess," he ordered, his voice a gruff whisper that sent a shiver down her spine. She obeyed, her knees hitting the soft carpet with a gentle thud. He took the phone and placed it in her hand. The moans and grunts from the video filled the room, a symphony of debauchery. He reached for her shirt, pulling it down to expose her breasts, the cool air causing her nipples to tighten into sensitive peaks. His thumbs found them, pinching hard enough to make her gasp, a sound that was swallowed by the crescendo of the video's soundtrack.

With one hand still gripping her breast, he guided the phone to a position where he could watch while he worked his cocks. "Turn around," he said, his voice thick with desire. "Present your pussy to me, like the good little slut you are." She complied, the anticipation making her wet and eager for his touch. His cock was already standing at attention, a testament to his arousal. He took it in his free hand and began to stroke, his eyes never leaving the screen. The sight of the woman being used so thoroughly by three men was clearly fueling his desire, and the power it gave him was palpable.

Princess felt the mattress dip as he scooted closer to her. He reached around her, his hand brushing against her stomach as he took the phone from her. "Hold it up," he said, his voice strained. She took the phone and held it so he could see the screen over her shoulder. The woman on the screen was being fucked from behind, her face a mask of ecstasy. Master's cock was nestled at the entrance of her pussy, the tip probing, teasing.

He thrust into her, filling her up in one swift motion. The sudden intrusion made her gasp, the phone slipping slightly in her grip. He didn't miss a beat, his strokes long and deep, his balls slapping against her with each thrust. She watched the screen, feeling his cock moving inside her in sync with the men in the video. The sensation was overwhelming, a mix of arousal and a strange sense of belonging. Her body was his playground, his to use as he saw fit.

The woman on the screen was taking it hard, her eyes rolling back in pleasure as one man took her from behind while the other two took turns on her mouth and breasts. The sounds of their flesh colliding filled the room, a stark contrast to the quiet whimpers that escaped from her own lips. She could feel Master's breath on her neck, his chest pressing against her back, his hand guiding her hips to match his rhythm. The phone was slippery with her grip, her hand trembling slightly from the effort of holding it steady.

Master reached around her and took the phone from her hand, placing it on the bedside table. His other hand found its way to her clit, his thumb circling it with just the right amount of pressure. "You like watching them, don't you?" he murmured in her ear, his voice low and seductive. "You want to be her, don't you?" His words were like a key, unlocking a hidden chamber of desire within her. She nodded, her voice lost in a sea of moans.

He began to fuck her harder, his grip on her hip tightening. She turned her head, their eyes locking in the dim light. His gaze was intense, his pupils blown wide with lust. The woman on the screen was forgotten, replaced by the man she adored, the man who owned her body and soul.

Master fucked her in a relentless rhythm, pushing her closer to the edge. She could feel her orgasm building, a coil of pleasure tightening in her stomach. Her breath came in shallow gasps, her eyes fluttering closed as she focused on the sensations overwhelming her. The room was filled with the sounds of their fucking: the wet noise of his cock thrusting in and out of her.

Suddenly, he gripped her hips with a strength that took her breath away, squeezing tight as he groaned, his cock pulsing deep inside her. She felt the warmth of his cum fill her up, and it sent her over the edge. Her orgasm crashed over her, a wave of pleasure that left her trembling. She moaned his name, her nails digging into the bed sheets. His movements slowed, his cock still twitching as he emptied himself inside her.

Master rolled over onto his back. Princess staying on all fours They were both out of breath, their chests rising and falling in tandem. The room was hot, the air thick with the scent of sex.

Master took a moment to catch his breath before speaking. "Clean me up," he said, his voice still gruff from his climax.

Princess turned her head and took in the sight of him, sated and powerful. As her tongue touched his cock the taste of his cum mingled with her own juices was surprisingly salty-sweet on her tongue as she lapped at him clean, savoring the intimacy of the act.

Master watched her with a detached air, his hand resting on her head, fingers idly playing with her hair . "Good girl," he murmured, his voice laced with satisfaction. When she had cleaned him to his liking, he slapped her ass gently. "You're dismissed," he said, his voice devoid of any warmth or affection.

Princess felt used, but not in a negative way. It was a feeling of purpose, of fulfilling her role. She knew that this was what he needed, and she took a quiet pride in being able to give it to him. She climbed off the bed, her legs wobbly, and made her way to the bathroom.

The cold water from the tap stung her pussy as she washed the stickiness away. She took a moment to gaze at herself in the mirror, noticing the flush of arousal that still lingered on her cheeks and the way her eyes sparkled with excitement. Despite his dismissive tone, she felt a warmth in her chest, knowing she had pleased him.