The laundry room of Princess Sara's castle was a flurry of activity as the chastity-caged slave worked tirelessly to wash and fold the princess's delicate garments. As he sorted through the pile, he came across a pair of pink leggings that he couldn't help but reminisce about. The scent of her used leggings was intoxicating, and he couldn't help but let his mind wander to forbidden thoughts of her divine, sweaty, dirty asshole.
He shifted uncomfortably in his cage, trying to alleviate the ache in his groin. But it was no use. The flat nub chastity cage that Princess Sara kept him locked in made it impossible for him to orgasm. He let out a frustrated sigh as he continued his work.
Just as he was about to give up hope, the door to the laundry room swung open and in walked Princess Sara. She was wearing nothing but a tiny pair of thongs that barely covered her big, fat, juicy ass. The slave couldn't help but stare as she sashayed over to him.
"What do you think you're doing?" she demanded, her voice dripping with disapproval.
The slave stuttered, trying to explain himself. "I-I was just thinking about your divine ass in those leggings," he admitted, his face flushing with shame.
Princess Sara rolled her eyes. "You know the rules. You're not allowed close to my ass or pussy unless I say so. And even then, you're only allowed to eat it out."
The slave hung his head, feeling like a scolded child. He knew he had broken the rules, but he couldn't help himself. The thought of Princess Sara's forbidden parts was too much to resist.
"Go get the ball shocker," Princess Sara ordered, her voice sharp.
The slave hesitated, knowing what was coming. But Princess Sara grabbed his tiny balls and squeezed, her grip tight. "I said, go get it now," she snarled, her eyes flashing with anger.
The slave whimpered and pleaded with her, but it was no use. He knew he had no choice but to comply. He crawled on his hands and knees to Princess Sara's bedroom, trembling in fear.
As he reached for the ball shocker device, he couldn't help but think about the pain that was about to come. He had been punished with the ball shocker before, and he knew it was no joke.
Princess Sara entered the room, wearing the pink tight leggings that had started it all. She looked at him with a smirk, her eyes glinting with amusement.
"You should be grateful that I decided to buy you as my slave from the Chastity Clinic," she said, her voice dripping with sarcasm. "You were originally a toilet slave for the local yoga studio after deciding to grope several women at the college gym and were set to be castrated."
The slave looked up at her Amazonian body, feeling both shame and gratitude for his new life as Princess Sara's asslicking slave. He knew he had made a mistake, but he couldn't help the way he felt. He was hopelessly devoted to Princess Sara and her forbidden parts.
"Hurry up, you useless, ball-less wonder," Princess Sara called after him, her voice playful and cruel.
The slave gritted his teeth and grabbed the ball shocker, knowing he was in for a world of pain. But he couldn't help but think about the reward that would come afterwards. Maybe, just maybe, Princess Sara would let him taste her divine ass again.
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