"Okay James, take hold of your dick and start stroking slowly. All the way along from base to tip".
"Gooood boy. It's better when you obey me, isn't it? Princess is so good to you, letting you touch yourself like this. Isn't she?"
You nod pathetically. Some remaining part of you is aware that she isn't actually touching you and that you used to be able to jerk off whenever you liked. But that part isn't in control and it's getting quieter and quieter.
"Stroke faster, James. Get right to the edge. Faster. Faster. Good boy."
As you stroke, on your knees, you stare up at your princess. Her honey-blonde hair and pretty, smiling face. Her shoulders and tits in her white top. Her gym toned stomach with just a hint of abs. The short tartan skirt she's wearing that swishes round the tops of her thighs whenever she moves. The white triangle of her panties. Her smooth legs, leading down to her pretty feet in the stiletto heels you bought for her. You let out an involuntary grunt, which makes her giggle.
"James. Take your hands off your cock."
Your hand moves away even though your brain doesn't want it to. It's like you've been rewired and you've lost control of your own body.
"You're such a good boy. Now, start stroking again, quite fast."
"Slow down again. Up and down, the whole length. Now, bend over and kiss my feet. Thank me for giving you this release."
"Mmmmm. You like being my good boy, don't you? Ok, I'm going to count down from ten to zero. You will cum when I say so. If you cum too soon, you'll be punished. If you don't cum at zero, you won't at all."
You think it's much more likely you won't be able to hold on, but you nod again, like the dumb animal your perfect princess has turned you into.
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