Posted on 2024-01-30 02:52:00
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Yes... Yes of course... Such a lewd and sinful body... Of *course* you'd have to give me a heart to match.
Oh, what a poor and wretched creature I'd be, Master... Every day would be a struggle to keep my regal composure.
But it's hopeless, Master... With your pen on the page, the very fabric of reality would conspire to humble me.
Clothing itself would have to loathe to touch me... A single moment's weakness, a single indecent enough thought, and every inch of my regal gown would simply unmake itself in shame... leaving me naked for all and sundry to see...
Every day... every *hour* would be a battle I'd barely want to win... A fight to stay in my clothes... and off my knees...
Page after page after page, you'd wear me down break my will... drive me mad with desire...
... You'd use the magic of circumstance to parade prostitutes and prisoners and slaves before my privileged eyes...
...tempt me away from the life I know with pleasures only a masochist could ever be tempted by...
...until at long last I'm finally the insatiable whore your adoring fans knew I was doomed to become...
And there I'd be finally free of the clingy dress that teased your readers so...
...too horny to care that I've been stripped of everything I own..... everything I am...
A kingdom traded away in lust... A life spent pleasuring the cock of a man who sits on the throne that used to be mine...
...Oh... What a fitting end for a wretched thing like me...