I was on my hands and knees, hunched over a basket of Princess Sara's laundry. The smell of her used pink tight leggings wafted up to my nose, and I couldn't resist the temptation to give them a little sniff. I closed my eyes and imagined the divine, sweaty, dirty asshole that had worn them.
As I tried to orgasm in my flat nub chastity cage, I heard the sound of high heels clicking towards me. I quickly tried to hide my shameful behavior, but it was too late.
Princess Sara entered the room, wearing nothing but thongs on her big, fat, juicy ass. I tried to stop what I was doing, but she berated me for even daring to think of her divine ass without her permission.
"You little shit," she said, her voice dripping with disgust. "You think you can just help yourself to my ass whenever you want? You're nothing but a lowly chastity slave. You have no rights, no privileges. You exist only to serve me and my needs."
I trembled at the memory of my original fate: castration. I had been saved from that horrific fate by Princess Sara, who had decided to take me in as her asslicking slave instead. I was grateful to her, but sometimes the temptation to disobey her rules was just too great.
"Please, Princess Sara," I pleaded. "Thinking of your fat ass in those leggings made me so horny. I couldn't help myself."
She looked at me with disgust. "You're not allowed close to my divine ass or pussy unless you're eating it out when I say so. Do you understand me?"
I nodded, tears in my eyes.
"Good," she said. "Now, go get the ball shocker. And hurry up about it."
I hesitated. "Princess Sara, please. I'll be good, I promise. You don't have to do this."
But she was having none of it. She grabbed my tiny balls and said "NOW!" with a tone that left no room for argument.
I whimpered and pleaded with her, but she was relentless. She threatened to fry my balls so much so that I'd wish I had gotten castrated.
With a heavy heart, I crawled to her bedroom to get the ball shocker device. I knew I was in for a world of pain.
As I made my way to her bedroom, I couldn't help but think about how I had ended up in this situation. I had once been a free man, but now I was a slave to a demanding princess and her divine ass.
I reached her bedroom and retrieved the ball shocker, knowing that I had no choice but to obey.
I returned to the laundry room and presented the ball shocker to Princess Sara. She took it with a smirk, knowing that she had me under her control.
She attached the ball shocker to my chastity cage and turned it on, causing me to scream in pain.
"You ungrateful little shit," she said, laughing at my pain. "You should be grateful that I even allow you to be in my presence. You're nothing but a lowly chastity slave, and you will be treated as such."
I begged her to stop, but she only increased the intensity of the shock.
Eventually, she tired of my pain and turned off the ball shocker. She told me to finish the laundry and to remember my place.
I finished the laundry, grateful that the pain had stopped. But I couldn't help but think about what would happen the next time I disobeyed Princess Sara's rules.
But for now, I was just grateful to be alive.
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