A Night at the Opera (exhibitionism, edging, , humiliation)

Princess Sahariel diligently applied the second layer of her skin care routine. Ash had ordered that she take better care of her rosy pink skin. Sahariel had **** but to obey. Even if she did not have the specific command to follow all orders, she was still expected to do what was asked of her. Which is why she found herself spending a good portion of her mornings and evenings rubbing lotions and potions and oils into her sensitive skin.

The first lotion helped moisturize, and had to be rubbed into her body continuously for five minutes. Invariably, this treatment always inflamed her desire as she smoothed the palms of her hands over large breasts and stiff nipples. By the time her hands rubbed the creamy liquid onto her trembling ballsack, her cock had already started dribbling precum from the engorged tip.

The second lotion, what she was doing now, was much more difficult. The caustic aroma always stung her nostrils. The thinner substance always gave her goosebumps as it tingled across her toned arms, her bulbous ass, and her shapely legs. She twitched as the sensations overwhelmed her and caused her skin to prickle. Her dark red nipples throbbed and her smooth testicles hugged the base of her cock tightly, humming with unspent need. Ashniel said this would make her skin more sensitive. She shivered as her skin lit up with sensation. Every breeze or movement struck right to her core and cause a fresh burst of precum to dribble down the throbbing shaft of her denied cock. She steadied her breathing as her improbably large penis arched back towards her belly.

Finally, once her breathing was under control and she wasn’t shaking as much, she could apply a warming oil. This final layer added a gentle shine to her skin and made her positively glow. The aroma reminded her of sandalwood and always helped Sahariel calm down a bit. She just wished her stiff cock would get the message. The princess and her erection were a constant struggle. Truthfully, just as her mom had intended, she had started to get better with controlling her erections. It was nowhere near perfect, but she had saved herself a few embarrassing moments during her presentation to the public eye despite her new challenges.

The doors to her spacious room burst open as Agatha, a more recent hire in the household staff, strutted into her room. She always had a small smile on her face and a sharpness to her brown eyes that put others on guard. As a human she was several inches shorter than any of her demonic rulers, but this didn’t seem to phase her. Her medium length blonde hair was done up in a ponytail behind her abbreviated maid headdress. After the command seal had been marked on her neck, her mother had made some sweeping changes to rules within the fortress regarding her serving staff. One of these changes was the uniforms of the maids. Hemlines on the maid uniforms were raised dangerously high, while the necklines dropped drastically lower.

Princess Sahariel swallowed as another clear drop of precum beaded on the head of her twitching penis. Most of the house staff was either callous or cruel in a small minded way. The house staff really just wanted to complete the rest of their tasks instead of catering to the needs of a spoiled demon princess, especially one as obviously slutty and wanton as their lady Sahariel. Agatha was different. Agatha _delighted _in serving Sahariel.

“Hello my slutty princess!” she chimed as the doors swung closed behind her. “It’s time to get you ready for a big night out with mom and dad!”

“Yes ma’am.” She had started referring to all the maids as respectfully as possible. She hoped it would make them go easier on her.

“Let’s see what we’re working with.” Agatha waved her hand in a ‘get on with it’ motion as she locked her eyes on the sexy body of the princess.

Sahariel stepped away from the mirror she had been using for skin care and knelt with her legs spread in front of her maid. Her throbbing cock ached in front of her as she slid her hands behind her head, elbows to the side and her ridiculous tits thrust out. No matter how many times Agatha had seen Sahariel’s body, she insisted on displaying it like this before she was dressed for any occasion.

The maid slowly circled her princess as she drank in the hyperfeminine curves. The princess kept her eyes downcast, trying not to acknowledge the flutter in her stomach or her increased heart rate. “I always get so jealous looking at your body, your highness. Your tits alone girl!” Agatha reached from behind and started cupping and stroking her sensitive breasts. Sahariel gasped as she felt her heartbeat pulse in her large nipples, aching to be touched.

Agatha knelt down slowly behind Sahariel. The princess could feel the warmth of her maid’s chest pressed into her back, the small stiff nipples behind the starched maid uniform. One velvet soft hand wrapped around the base of her needy cock and began to slowly slide over the throbbing shaft. Her human hand had difficulty fitting around the girth of it, but she gripped as lightly as she could. Waves of pleasure coursed through Sahariel as she moaned in uncontrollable lust.

“But then I think about your rules and I’m not so jealous.” She whispered behind Sahariel’s neck. “When was the last time you came little princess?”

She asked this every time. “OoooAaaoo! Twelve! Twelve days ago! Oh! I want to cum so badly! Oh pleeeasseee!” Her husky voice filled the luxurious room as her hips pumped futilely into the maid’s gentle hand.

“Awww poor baby. I wish I could help with that. I really do. Have you squirt that big thick cock alllll over my face. On my tits. Hmmmmm. Would you like that? Hmmm?” Agatha cooed, perceptibly increasing the speed and pressure of her stroking. The leaking cock thrummed in anticipation.

“OOOOaaa please! Oh yes! I wish I could! OHpleaseohpleaseahhhh!” Sahariel’s hips pumped faster and faster unable to control themselves. Her back arched, her cock spasmed as her swollen balls tightened against her and…

Sahariel’s eyes shot open as her orgasm hung there, right on the precipice. The stimulation from Agatha only served to keep her hanging on the edge, completely unable to tip over into the release she desperately wanted. Needed. Craved.

“MOOOOOOOO! MOOOOOOOO!” Sahariel lowed like a distressed animal, no longer in control of her body.

Agatha burst out laughing and released the rock hard and completely denied cock in her hand. She returned to her original position standing before the kneeling and panting princess, the royal cock twitching and purple with need.

With a broad smile on her face, “My princess slut, what where your commands for today?” She asked with unrestrained glee.

Her eyes clenched shut and her face flushed. Despite the embarrassment at what she was about to say, she could not help but continue to gyrate her hips or curb her arousal.

“I may only orgasm with permission from a member of the royal family.” That command had become a standard, and Sahariel could count on it being in effect most every day.

“I must eat everything that is offered to me.” This had become a favorite of the kitchen staff, especially when they realized all of her extra weight only increased the size of her breasts and ass. Her sister used it as an opportunity to reinforce Sahariel's insecurity about her breast size.

Sahariel felt tears form in her eyes as her cock pulsed with arousal. She was so turned on it was humiliating. Or maybe she was so humiliated she was turned on. It was becoming harder to tell. “I must moo like a cow whenever I am on the edge cumming.”

“There it is! I can tell when your sister gets control of your commands. Those are always fun days.” Agatha sighed, and then remembered herself. She clapped her hands, “Right! Back to getting you dressed. Let’s get some options for your night at the opera.”

Sahariel remained kneeling on the floor, a puddle of precum steadily growing underneath her throbbing cock. She tried willing the monster between her legs under control and met with some success. It still leaked and pulsed, but it had started to soften and dip towards the floor.

Agatha revealed a richly embroidered lavender gown with a graceful skirt that trailed the floor while flowing delicately away at the waist. The dress tightened at the waist then flared out again to loosely encompass the bust. The high necked gown was the perfect combination of modesty and beauty.

She then revealed a what looked like a yard of loose gray fabric. At least that’s what it looked like to Sahariel. She blinked in confusion.

“Alright my princess slut. If you were a proper princess, who didn’t have a horny monster cock and giant whore tits, which gown do you think would be best for tonight?” Agatha asked, with a grin.

Princess Sahariel’s face burned anew. “I would wear the purple gown because it hides my big cock and doesn’t draw as much attention to my fat tits ma’am.” Her sacred vow to Sephiria ensured she spoke the complete truth at all times. She winced as she mirrored her questioner’s language in her response.

Agatha’s smile widened, “And if you were a slutty princess, who only wanted to fuck and suck all day and all night so she could get off on being used and abused, which gown do you think would be best for tonight?”

Sahariel felt the tears that had threatened earlier roll down her beautiful cheeks. “I would wear the other dress so everyone could see what a whore I was. Being seen by everyone, ahhhhh, seeing what a whore I was. Everyone would know." Sahariel gasped these words past her slack lips. "Everyone would see what horny slut I was. Ooooooo.” Sahariel, **** by her vow, could not hold back her words. “I want them all to see that I shouldn’t be queen. That I’m only good for sucking dick and licking pussy.” Sahariel began breathing deeply, excitement clear in her body and her voice, but not her face.

“So if we’re being honest with ourselves your highness, truthfully, which of these dresses do you _deserve _to wear?” Agatha bent down to make direct eye contact with her princess, cleavage straining to pop out of her tight low cut maid outfit.

Sahariel whimpered, trying to keep her mouth shut. Her face reddened before it finally burst out of her, “I should wear the sluttier outfit! The gray one! I don’t deserve anything else!” She gasped for air, eyes down in shame. She’d been burying these thoughts for years, and it was only under the direct influence of her goddess were these truths becoming evident to the Demon Princess.

A short while later Sahariel was dressed, made up, and perfumed for the evening. The dress was worse than she thought. The gray dress was a backless halter top that tied with a slender string around her neck. The backless nature of the dress extended all the way down to the very top of her ass cheeks. If she pulled the dress down at all, the cleft of her large bubble butt would be revealed. Since the tight skirt would only reach the middle of her thigh when stretched, she had to resist the urge to adjust her dress overmuch.

Even worse was the top. The tiny drawstrings skimmed along the back of her neck, bisecting the fresh command seal marked there. Both drawstrings crossed over each other at the base of her throat right above the clavicle and continued on to each join a triangular piece of fabric that connected to the skirt. The knit gray material technically covered her breasts, but just barely. The small flaps barely reached up to cover her hard nipples and areolae while the tightness of the drawstrings kept her overly large tits pressed against her body forming ridiculous cleavage. She would be amazed if anyone was able to make eye contact with her tonight.

She looked like she was constantly about to pop out of her dress. She felt her cock that had finally softened begin to stir beneath her short skirt when she looked at the whorish woman in the mirror. Her diamond hard nipples tented the fabric. Every movement and breath sent her tits jiggling in the barely restrained halter top. The movement of her chest would then slightly pull up on her hemline, exposing the bottom of her ass cheeks, and even more if she were not quick to pull her dress down. She was in a constant battle to meet the bare minimums of modesty.

“I respect your decision, your majesty. Very bold, but I doubt your mother will be pleased. Don’t worry, I’ll let the Queen know that it was your choice in the end.”

The princess shivered at the idea of being inspected by her mother and father before their carriage ride to the opera house.

Agatha quickly escorted her from the royal bedchambers through the dark halls of the fortress. While her own room was lavishly decorated, the rest of the building belied its military origins. Halls were bare and dark stone. All doors were sturdy and easy to secure. Frequent torches and glowing crystals provided ample light since no window was little more than an arrow slit.

Instead of heading directly to the courtyard where she was sure the Queen and the Consort were waiting, Agatha took them down a servants hallway. Sahariel started to speak out in protest, but she was silenced by a harsh look from her maid.

She smiled as she leered at the exposed curves of Princess Sahariel. Her favorite were the princess’s eyes though. Beneath the darkness of those eyes danced all the expected emotions. Shame. Embarrassment. Fear. Stress.

But beneath all of it, there was the lust. The little whore loved it. She could tell.

“We just have to make a quick stop, your highness.”