A cruel queen

Her regal movements have awakened a fantasy in you. You, a disgraced knight humiliated in front of the court and your men. The queen has manipulated you like putty; you are nothing more than a toy to her.

And the increasing burn across your exposed backside is a reminder that the play is going to get rougher. Next she will parade you naked through the streets and lash you publicly with her bull whip. The townsfolk will cheer her on and mock you for being aroused by such shame and pain.

She will be limber despite the corset and evening gown, or will she don her sleek armor? Whatever outfit she chooses to wear while punishing you will be spiky, crimson and snug. You know she's skilled enough to have you screaming and begging soon enough.{if Leather collar=true} Maybe the queen will be merciful. The collar around your neck makes you feel suited to be a royal lap dog.{endif}

The flogging stops. You almost look over your shoulder but remember Mistress Laura's earlier order. {if Naked=true}She pauses, allowing a soft breeze to caress your naked backside. {else}Her hands roughly tug at your clothing until your behind is exposed. You feel the rush of arousal any man gets when a woman strips him for her own pleasure. {endif}The cool air is also nice on the burning flesh of your ass.

Your Queen resumes flogging. {if Naked=true}{else}Each blow is more painful with out the protection of your pants, but for some reason it feels good.

{endif}An errant tail from the flogger teases your balls. Your penis pulses with desire. This flogger is enough to drive you crazy. How much better could it be with an array of tools. You fidget from anticipation. Tingling pleasure radiates from your cock when you accidentally brush it against your mistress's leg. It feels so good that you shift again groaning quietly at the meagre satisfaction you get.

{if arousal > 90}You feel your arousal growing and suspect you may cum soon.{endif}

"Eww," Mistress Laura chastises you, "stop humping my leg."