A Princess On Her Knees

A/N: Disclaimer! All misogynistic comments and such said in this chapter are not my actual views on women in real life. I just wrote them to make the chapter hotter. I hope you guys like it.

Holding the last of your stuff in your hand, you enter the front entrance of the massive mansion that is now your new home. With the ability to create an unlimited amount of gold, affording such a place was no problem for you. But it's not like you're going to be living in such a luxurious building all by yourself.

"Alright. Chel. Jessica. You can take the cloaks off now."

Beside you, Chel and Jessica become visible to the naked eye as they remove their Cloaks of Invisibility. You had the two wear the cloaks to ensure no one saw them as the three of you traveled from your crappy apartment to the mansion. You're not sure how others would react if they saw two hot fictional characters brought to life, and you don't want to find out.

"So, ladies. How do you like your new home?"

Chel looks around, her naked body swaying as she moves. She's clearly looking for something as her eyes scan her surroundings. "It's nice, my Lord. Now, where are... There they are!" Chel rushes to a box of stuff labeled silverware. Shortly after opening the box, she pulls out a blue dildo and quickly inserts it inside her ass, bouncing on the toy like her life depended on it.

"Oh, fuck! I felt like I was going insane! Three hours without having something inside my ass was ****! Please don't ever make me wait that long again, my Lord!"

"I had no idea that was even in that box," you say before thinking, Is it worth it to clean those forks and spoons, or should I just get new ones?

Jessica, still wearing her sexy maid dress, picks up a box full of your stuff. "I'll get to work on putting stuff away, Master. And when I'm done, I'll get to work cleaning this place for you." Jessica goes to grab the box you're holding, but you stop her.

"Thank you, Jessica. But I'll put away these items on my own."

"Alright, Master. But if you ever need me, just shout." With that, Jessica turns around and walks away, her ass bouncing seductively with each step.

You stare at Jessica's ass the entire time as she leaves until she's fully out of sight. As much as you enjoy having Chel and Jessica as your sex slaves, you want more. As you go to leave the room, you pass by a box full of DVDs you packed. While streaming is the more popular way people watch stuff on TV nowadays, you couldn't bring yourself to throw away physical copies of things you have. And you're glad you kept them, as they gave you many ideas.

Upon entering the hallway, you find a table to put your stuff on. After taking out your sketchbook and pencils and placing them neatly on the table, you waste no time drawing.

Trying to come up with ideas on hot female characters to bring to life was hard. But thanks to your DVDs, you were able to make a list of characters to add to your harem. Figure out who to draw first was more difficult. But when you packed away your copy of Disney's Aladdin, Princess Jasmine never left your mind.

Having finished drawing Jasmine's head, you get to work sketching the rest of her body. You give her big tits, having her top show off more cleavage. Jasmine was already sexy in her Arabian outfit. But now she'll be even sexier with the thicker legs and the perfect childbearing hips you're giving her.

When you finish drawing Jasmine, your cock is already getting hard in your pants. A moment later, your sketchbook glows, and a few more moments later, standing before you in the flesh is one of the hottest Disney princesses ever.

Your cock becomes fully erect as you watch Jasmine glance around her surroundings with a confused expression, loving the way her tits jiggle as she moves. "Hello, Jasmine. We're going-"

"Princess Jasmine," Jasmine interrupts, looking offended. But her face quickly transforms back into a smile. "I'll let it go this time. But if you call me something else besides my respected title again, we're going to have some problems." Jasmine doesn't give you a chance to respond as she walks around the hallway. "This place is so pretty. Aladdin must have wished for Genie to do this for me. I'm not forgetting our anniversary, am I?"

With Jasmine's back turned to you, you glance at Jasmine's ass, loving how it looks in her blue pants.

Unfortunately, you only get to see the sight for another second before Jasmine turns around to face you again. "Ooohh! I wonder what other surprises Aladdin has in store for me. I can't wait. Servant. Please grab me some food. I'm hungry."

Servant? Really? Being called such a word really upsets you. You like being the dominant one, not the other way around. Oh, I know exactly what kind of slut I'm going to turn you into now.

Approaching your sketchbook, you grab the pencil and write on Jasmine's page, 'Jasmine is a misogynist, fully believing she and all other women are inferior to men. She believes men shouldn't be doing jobs that women should be doing like cooking, cleaning, etc. Jasmine believes I am a perfect male and will do anything I say without question because she believes it is her womanly purpose to obey a strong, dominant male like me.' You turn around, eager to see how the new Jasmine will be.

"Why are you just standing there? I thought I-" Jasmine's mouth hangs open as spirals appear in her eyes, indicating that her mind is being altered.

The spirals only last for a few seconds before vanishing. Despite Jasmine looking exactly the same as she was before, you can tell she's different. You can see it in her eyes. Her mind has been successfully altered.

"So, are you still going to make me get you food?" You ask while smirking.

"No! Oh, goodness no. What was I thinking? Me, a woman, asking a man to do something... Please forgive me, sir. I forgot my place for a moment."

That's alright. Speaking of forgetting, where's my proper submission greeting from you? How else am I supposed to know you truly know your place?"

Jasmine's eyes widen in fear. Looking like she fell, Jasmine quickly gets on her knees to fix her mistake, hoping that her failure to show the proper respect to one of her betters will be forgiven.

"I'm so sorry for forgetting myself, sir! It won't happen again, I promise!.. I... I should be punished for my actions. Please, give me any suitable punishment you wish, sir. I deserve it."

Your smile grows more. "I'll let it go this time. But disrespect me again, we're going to have some problems."

"Oh, thank you, sir! You're so kind!"

Moving your hands down to your pants, you unzip them to reveal your hard cock. "Since I'm feeling generous today and you're already on your knees, I'll let you suck my cock. Do a good job, and I might let us do more today. Now, get to work, slut!"

Being called a slut by what Jasmine sees in her eyes as the perfect male sends shivers throughout her entire body. The derogatory word feels right to her, meant for her. She doesn't take it as an insult. Such an honorary title is something all women should be proud to be called.

Scooting a bit more forward, Jasmine grabs your shaft in her gentle hands. She strokes it a few times before bringing her mouth closer to your tip. She opens her mouth wide, slowly engulfing you inside her eager throat.

To your surprise, Jasmine seems to be skilled at using her mouth. She knows how to use her tongue. She's not even gagging a little bit as she slides more of your shaft down her throat, and she's looking up at you with the most lustful expression you have ever seen, like she's seeking approval.

I didn't write Jasmine to be an amazing cocksucker. What? Is it somehow canon that Jasmine is a pro at sucking cock? Did Disney somehow jokingly do a scene of Aladdin wishing for Jasmine to be an expert at blowjobs? Even though you're joking to yourself, your approaching climax is coming quickly.

You don't know if there was anything you could do to make yourself last longer. Maybe try thinking of something else, something unpleasant, or tell Jasmine to hold back slightly. But none of those things came to your mind in time. To your dismay, you couldn't do anything but blow your load down Jasmine's throat.

Even though Jasmine wasn't ready, she doesn't **** on your seed. The hot princess manages to skillfully swallow every single drop of your cum down her throat. You can tell by the satisfied moan Jasmine lets out as she slides your softened cock out of her mouth that she found your seed delicious. You don't need Jasmine to open her mouth. You know she's swallowed all of your cum. At least now you know who to go to for a good blowjob.

Jasmine, seeing your soft cock, reaches her hands behind her back. "Would you like me to give you a tittyfuck, Master? Get you ready for another round?"

She knows what a tittyfuck is? Okay. I love her more than I did before. You silently nod your head, smiling down at her.

Unhooking her blue top, Jasmine frees her chest. Her titties bounce upon the piece of clothing falling to the floor. Shifting slightly, Jasmine cups her breasts, bringing them closer to your crotch before wrapping them around you.

Immediately, you can tell that Jasmine isn't as skilled at using her tits as she is at using her mouth. But that's alright. You're still being worshipped by a sexy Arabian girl, and that’s good enough for you. The way she looks up at you with her cute smirk, the softness of her orbs, the eagerness to fuck another hole of hers is enough to make your shaft start coming back to life.

Less than a minute into the titty worshipping, your cock becomes fully erect. But Jasmine doesn't stop moving her tits. She continues her pleasurable act while speaking in a seductive tone, knowing exactly what she's doing to turn you on more. "Do you like this, Master? Seeing me on my knees, where a lowly woman like me belongs, serving her superior man?"

Maybe the suggestion I wrote for Jasmine did more than I thought it would. The power of that sketchbook is so strong. You pet Jasmine's hair, letting it slide through your fingers. "It is a great sight to see a princess in such a position."

Jasmine's face frowns. Her eyes appear to be filled with shame and regret. "I... I was such a fool. Who was I, thinking I could one day be a queen? I was already being ridiculous trying to be a princess. It's not in a woman's place to do such nonsense. Only a male like you could do such a thing. I know where I belong, Master. With you, cooking and cleaning for you wherever, letting you use me however you want."

So this is what it must feel like to be a king. You think to yourself. "I'm happy to hear you fully understand where you belong."

When Jasmine increases the pace of her tittyfuck, for a moment, you forget that the tittyfuck isn't to get you off, it's to get you ready for another round. Not wanting to cum all over Jasmine's tits, even though that would be a nice sight to see, but another day, you say, "Alright, Jasmine! That's enough. Take off your pants so we can get to the real fun."

Jasmine's eyes shine more as she unwraps her tits from you. She stands up, showing no hesitation when she rips her pants off, discarding them like they're trash. Now fully naked, Jasmine's pussy gets wetter just by having your perverted eyes scanning every inch of her. However, now that she's nude, she doesn't know whether to turn around and bend forward or lie on her back and spread her legs. She's unsure about how you want to take her. But thankfully, you already have an idea in mind.

Turning Jasmine around, you lift her off the floor, wanting to fuck her in the most dominant position you can think of. Positioning her entrance right up to your tip, you thrust upward, claiming a hole that once belonged to royalty.

You haven't fucked anyone in the position you're in. You saw it in porn once and wanted to try it out yourself. Fucking a hot slut in such a way feels great. Jasmine is at your mercy, helpless to do anything but moan in pleasure.

To Jasmine, being put in such a position is just as thrilling, if not more, to her. Being unable to do anything, just letting herself be used as nothing but a sex toy, feels right. After all, an inferior woman like her should always be reminded of her place beneath men.

"I know it's not in my place to beg for such things! But can you please fuck me harder, Master?! Dominate my pussy with your cock! Make me forget my own name! Fuck me so hard that I can't live without your cock, just like I can't live without a man telling me what to do!"

I should get Jasmine to teach Jessica and Chel how to talk dirty. Hearing all three of them begging for my cock would be so hot. You thrust your cock faster inside Jasmine, fulfilling her request. "What do you think the purpose of all women is, Jasmine?"

Through breathy moans, Jasmine responds, "To be nothing but sex toys to strong, powerful, perfect men like you, Master! We are nothing but an inferior gender! Please do what you've done to me to other women and put them in their place!"

Jasmine has definitely already proven herself as a top-tier slut. While she doesn't have the tits of Jessica or the ass of Chel, her body is still perfect. Jasmine's moans are adorable, her mouth skills are incredible, and her level of dirty talk is unlike anything you've heard before.

"Please don't cum outside me, Master! Don't waste your seed covering me! Cum inside me, even though I don't deserve it! I promise I'll prove myself worthy to be fucked by you again!"

"I'm looking forward to seeing the things you'll do to prove yourself worthy. If you want to experience this pleasure again, then work for it by pleasing your King every day!" With a final powerful thrust, you erupt your balls inside Jasmine, filling her womb with your warm jizz.

The former princess goes limp in your arms, her mind only becoming capable of thinking about you and your cock. "My king... So full... So... Good..." Once you're finished cumming, you carefully place Jasmine onto the floor, leaving her as the hot mess she currently is.

Well, I wonder how long it's going to take until her mind is back to normal. Debating on whether to leave Jasmine where she is or stay with her until she comes back, for a minute straight, you do nothing but stare at the sex drunk slut. You are so focused on Jasmine that you get startled when you hear a voice coming from behind you.

"Master. I was looking through your stuff and found a photo of you when you were in school. Where would you like me to put it?" Taking a breath, you turn around to see Jessica holding a box. Before you can do anything, she looks behind you to see Jasmine. "Oh, you summoned another slut I see! She's pretty."

"Yeah, she is." You turn back to look at Jasmine before facing forward again. "I'm sorry. What did you say earlier?"

"Oh. I found this photo of you. You were like, so handsome even back then." Jessica hands you a picture in a picture frame that was taken when you were in high school. How the years have gone by so fast.

For a moment, you dismiss the picture, thinking nothing about it. But taking a second glance at it, you notice your former high school teacher with long black hair. Seeing her, you get an idea, a great idea. "Jessica, thank you."

"For what, Master?"

"For helping me figure out who I want to add next to the harem."

A/N: I hope you all liked the chapter. Like I said in the beginning, all misogynistic remarks made in this chapter are not my real views on women. They were added there to help make the chapter hotter, and I think this chapter came out great. Anyways. If you haven't guessed from the teacher hint, Shego is up next, being next in line who won the poll.

I want to thank Cmo532 for being a beta reader. Until I see you all again, I hope you have a nice day.

I generated all images in PixAI.