i awoke, foggy and dizzy, trying to recall the last two hours and failing that-figure out where i was. the immediate answer to that was flat on my back, virtually naked (ill get to that in a moment) in some sort of extravagant parlor room worthy of a princess or queen. i remembered quaffing some ales with a few other members of the kings army and three of them had been summoned to the castle.
i stayed to finish my pint-and theirs–had i been drugged or was i not holding my ale like i used to? it was hard to believe that i would pass out like THAT and for two hours! and how did i get here? flat on my back on a bench in a decadent room filled with voices of women i hadnt ever heard before? my arms were chained to the sides of this bench, the top portion of which was hinged behind my head and lowered a bit. it also had a mini-stock built into it preventing me from not only moving my head but looking about and trying to solve the puzzles occupying my mind.
my feet were chained together and fastened to the far end of this bench and my body was clad in what could only be described as small leather panties with a sturdy chute thru which my erect cock stood. this chute was about 4 inches in length and directed my penis upward although at the moment it wouldnt be needing help in that department since there was a masked woman teasing it with a couple of quail feathers.
her ample ass was atop my knees-pinning them firmly-and she wore a leather corset with nipple cutouts and she appeared to be enjoying herself. i had no idea how long she had been toying with the exposed end of my mancock, but i could feel liquid seeping from myself. as she abused me, a very stauesque, serious looking woman strolled into view. she had on a fir coat and heels, nothing else. she stared down into my eyes, fluffed the tails of her coat out behind her and lowered her cunt to my face.
having been tilted at an ideal angle for this exercise, i had a perfect view of her glossy, swollen lips-framed by a toned pair of thighs, and i wondered if perhaps i had died and transported to heaven. her snatch was very wet and i was unsure of the source of these juices nor was i in position to ask as my mouth was covered by her grinding cunny as i licked and sucked at her and began hearing moans of verbal approval. she splayed those thighs a bit more and in moments shuddered, screamed and slathered my face in her woman nectar. as she-and her delectable twat- left my face i heard a third woman give a command to ‘measure him’.
as this woman came into view–in a white silk toga with gold braided belt, i immediately recognized princess chandel! the woman who had sitting on my face walked over, produced a measuring stick and held it alongside my dripping prick.
“almost ten inches, m’lady. and damn near as big around as an ale stein”!! they laughed in unison as i stared at the hardened nipples of my princess and was informed that i was to be ‘tested’ as a property of princess chandel.
my tongue had been given top marks-pleasing dame jennith-and soaking up her juices and those left in her by the archbishop. and now, as my princess removed her toga, i was to be ROYALLY fucked–and i wondered just how long i could last after sadistic feathergirl had mastered her craft. as the princess lowered herself onto me and slowly accomodated herself, dame jennith explained; “you will be used by m’lady as she wishes–whipped, paddled, sucked,fucked, sissified in dress and buggered. whatever she sees fit.
when she demands oral servitude-you will perform without question. you will be cuckolded. you will be a sissy boy in front of other women in high stature. and if you disappoint–you will be a eunuch.” my princess orgasmed -for her third time i believed–as my prick erupted over and over, spreading seed far and wide–as feathergirl arrived with my lacy new wardrobe. im gonna like this job, i thought……..