Holding a Royal Court.

I relaxed in the back of the Porsche, my hand playing with one of the police woman's tits while she gave me a rubintug. "Oh Majesty!" she said, treating my cock like it was some sort of sacred stone and acting like jerking me off was the highest honor of her life. The lights of the police cars which escorted my ride caused people to pull over and just make way for us, for me. I was a king. Everyone knew it except me, but I was starting to learn.

We arrived at our destination. The mansion was impressive. It seemed like an awful lot of space for just four people. The police put on their SWAT gear before they smashed down the door. I leaned against the Porsche and took a hit off of a vape as I heard the shouts and screams. When the police gave the all clear I walked into the enormous house with a pep in my step. I was humming as I looked around at the artwork. I had to admit it, they had good taste.

The four Bancrofts were lying on their faces with their hands cuffed behind their backs. I could hear them whimpering as I sat down on the comfortable lounger. "Up. Look at me." I commanded.
The four hesitated, but a word and a kick from the police officer carrying the shotgun motivated the family to rise and kneel before their king.
I saw two very different reactions from the parents as I did from their nubile offspring. Jonathan and Alisa Bancroft reacted like everyone else when seeing me with the crown. They had a look of awe. An epiphany of understanding as they realize that they are looking upon their Majesty and the serenity which comes from knowing that their purpose in life is to serve their sovereign.
For twenty year old Katrina and her eighteen year old sister Miranda, things were different. Both of them knew me before I became their king. Both of them had formed opinions of me which were now having to come to terms with the reality that whatever else they thought of me, they were my subjects, my will was the law, and they knew it.
"Your Majesty!" Alisa Bancroft said, the milf flashed me a bright smile as she said "I am honored to have you in our home. Please allow me too..."
"It is not your home anymore." I told her matter of factly.
"I beg your..." Alisa said before I cut her off.
"Be silent." I commanded in a calm voice. The woman's mouth snapped shut. "As I was about to say. You have both raised two obnoxious bitches for a pair of daughters. And for that crime you will be punished." Jonathan Bancroft looked at me with a grim silence before bowing his head in stoic acceptance. Alisa broke down in silent sobbing. I turned and looked at the two very nervous blondes who really had the deer-in-the-headlights look. "Do either of you wish to contest the charge of acting like a bitch towards your king?" I asked the two co-eds.
"Your Majesty, I. I tried to be nice to you. I really did." Katrina said.
"Then why did you say no when I asked you out?" I asked.
Katrina looked flustered before saying "because you are not my type." She said.
"Really? Because as I recall, your type seemed to be half the senior class." I turned away from Katrina and towards her younger sister. Miranda's bosom heaved as I moved towards her and started to unbutton her white blouse. "Tell me the truth. Are you really a virgin saving yourself for your wedding night?" I asked as I toyed with the gold and silver cross the teenager kept under her shirt between her melons.
"Yes, your Majesty. Dylan proposed to me at Homecoming. We have been saving ourselves for each other. We were going to have the ceremony this summer before we go off to do charity work in..."
"Show me the ring."I gestured for the police officers to undue her cuffs so that I could see the large diamond engagement ring on her finger. "Impressive." I said before sliding it off of her ring finger. "But you will need it anymore. That life is over, bitch." I spat the last word with such contempt that it surprised me.

I returned to my seat and commanded the rest of the family to be released from their cuffs. "For your crimes. I condemn you all to a lifetime of slavery. Your possessions shall be confiscated, your legal protections forfeit, you will do penance in the form of labor. As slaves, you will call me Master, since Majesty is something that my free subjects call me, it is a privilege which you shall be forever denied." I could tell that the last part really hurt. "Do you understand, slaves?"
"""Yes, Master.""" They all said in unison. I could not help but burst out laughing at that.
"Excellent. Now. Strip." As I watched the two nubiles, the milf, and their supposed protector all getting naked for my amusement, I heard the rest of the police officers pulling up. "Ahh, that must be the party arriving."

(Thank you for reading this far. I would like to hear your answers to questions in the comments.)
(1: If the person wearing the crown (The Monarch) calls someone on the phone and tells them to do something, will they do it?)
(2: If The Monarch issues a royal command on social media, will it be obeyed?)
(3: If The Monarch signs a royal edict, will it be enforced?)
(4: The intro says the crown works on gods; can The Monarch command the forces of nature?)