Awoken by the princess

As the first light of dawn filtered through the tiny barred window, casting a faint glow across the cold stone floor, you stirred from your restless sleep. Your body ached from the previous night's self-exploration, a mix of exhaustion and lingering arousal still coursing through your veins. The silence was broken by the sound of the heavy wooden door creaking open, revealing the attendant who had brought your dinner the night before. But this time, she wasn't alone.

Standing behind her was the Princess, her pale skin almost glowing in the dim morning light, her long black hair cascading down her shoulders. Her eyes, sharp and commanding, locked onto yours as she stepped into the room, the attendant following closely behind.

"Rise," the Princess commanded, her voice crisp and clear. You hesitated for a moment, still dazed from your slumber, but the weight of her gaze compelled you to obey. You stood, your legs wobbly beneath you, your mind racing to catch up with the sudden intrusion.

The Princess circled around you, her fingers trailing lightly over your scales, a smirk playing on her lips. "Today marks the beginning of your training," she announced, stopping in front of you. "From this moment forth, you will address me as 'Mistress.' You will address anyone else as 'sir' or 'miss.'

"Next, you will not service anyone, nor yourself, nor cum, without my permission. Do you understand?"

You nodded, your throat dry, the words stuck in your constricted airway. The Princess tilted her head, her eyes narrowing slightly. "Speak," she demanded, her tone leaving no room for disobedience.

"Y-Yes... Mistress," you managed to croak out, the unfamiliar title feeling strange on your tongue, your eyes locked to her gaze hovering down on you.

Smack. Your gaze was knocked to floor, a dull stinging against your scaled face.

"The kennel-master heard your moans all through the night, louder than the barking of his hounds. Yet a good pet should be seen, and not heard. Do you understand?"

You looked back up at her, tears stinging your eyes. The smack had hardly hurt your scaled face, but it struck a kind of strange fear in you that you had never felt before.

Her smirk grew, a cruel glint in her eye. She leaned closer, her breath brushing against your ear as she whispered, "He deserves an apology for the disturbance, don't you think?"

You couldn't help but glance at the attendant behind her, the shadow of a smile on her soft. Did she...? You wondered if this was her fault, if she perhaps didn't warn you when she saw your activities the night before.

The Princess stepped back her expression turning icy. "Crawl," she ordered, pointing towards the door. "Follow me, to make your apology."

Humiliation washed over you as you dropped to your scaled hands and knees, your body moving mechanically as you crawled out of the room, following the Princess's direction down the dimly lit hallway. The stones were cold and rough against your palms and knees, each movement sending a jolt of humilation through your body. The lead of your collar trailed and hummed against the stone floor, a reminder that its pull was no longer needed to control you.

Reaching the kennel-master's door, you paused, seeing the attendant push it open. The door swung open, revealing a burly man with a jovial expression and a large beard, his eyes widening slightly at the sight of you on your knees.

"Your Majesty!" He exclaimed, bowing to the Princess.

You crawled into the room. The kennel-master closed the door behind you, his gaze never leaving your form.

"My pet is here to apologize," the Princess commanded from behind you, her voice taking a commanding, yet oddly playful tone with the kennel-master. "She made the kennels far more loud than they should be."

You looked up at the kennel-master, your heart pounding in your chest. "I... apologize," you whispered, your voice trembling, not sure what to truly say.

The Princess stepped forward, her face inches from yours. "Clearly, a verbal apology is insufficient," she said, her voice dripping with disdain. "Show him how sorry you are. After all, look what you did!" She waved her hand in the direction of his trousers, where a growing bulge was impossible to miss. "The poor man likely hardly slept a wink against your whorish moans."

Your stomach twisted into knots as you understood her meaning. With a shaking hand, you reached out, your fingers brushing against the kennel-master's trousers. He didn't move, watching you with a mixture of amusement and shock as you fumbled with the cloth, finally freeing his erect member.

You hesitated for a moment, your mind screaming in protest, but the weight of the Princess's expectations pressed down on you. Closing your eyes, you leaned forward, your lips wrapping around the tip of his cock, your tongue swirling tentatively around the sensitive flesh.

The kennel-master groaned, his hands gripping your head tightly as he guided you, forcing you to take him deeper. You gagged slightly, the taste of him filling your mouth, the act both degrading and strangely arousing. Each thrust sent waves of humiliation coursing through you, but beneath that, a flicker of forbidden pleasure ignited within your core.

As you grew more accustomed to the sensation, your movements became bolder, your tongue swirling more aggressively around the head, teasing the sensitive spots. The kennel-master's breathing grew heavier, his thrusts more insistent, pushing you further into the act. You gagged slightly as he **** himself deeper, the feeling both uncomfortable and thrilling.

The Princess watched silently, her eyes burning into your back, her presence both a comfort and a torment. You lost track of time, your world shrinking to the sensation of his cock in your mouth, the rough grip on your head, the sound of his grunts above you.

Just as you felt yourself losing control, the kennel-master pulled back, his breathing heavy, his release spilling into your waiting mouth. You swallowed reflexively, the bitter taste mingling with the saltiness of your own tears.

The kennel-master released your head, pushing you away gently. He panted a little, seemingly not knowing what to say, bowing his head in front of the Princess.

"You must tell us if there are any further issues," she said to him with a dangerous mirth.

"Of course, your majesty," he replied with something like a laugh of relief.

You knelt there, your body trembling, your mind a whirlwind of emotions. The Princess stepped forward, her hand reaching out to cup your chin, tilting your face upwards so she could look into your eyes.

"Did you enjoy that?" she asked, her tone curious.

You hesitated, unsure how to answer, the truth warring within you. Before you could respond, she chuckled, her thumb brushing lightly over your cheek. "Never mind. We have much more to explore," she murmured, her voice soft yet filled with promise.

She turned to the kennel-master, her expression turning businesslike. "Thank you for your patience. She will be better behaved next time."

With that, she gestured for you to follow her, the heavy door closing behind you as you crawled back down the hallway, your body aching, your spirit bruised, yet somehow, yearning for more.