...is nude and collared, kneeling at your feet as you sit on her throne.

You can see it so clearly. Her lithe, girlish form is on full display as she prostrates herself before you, submissive and docile. You stroke the gold crown perched in her auburn hair, the only other thing she's wearing aside from the silver barbells running through her pierced nipples and the black leather collar wrapped tight around her neck. The embedded ring hold a chain that you've wrapped around your hand - one tug pulls her closer, half dragging her across the fine marble floor.

"Please, your highness," she says breathily. "How may your servant please you today?"

You just laugh, a sadistic sound that rings through the throne room. "Do you know why I'm sitting here and you're kneeling there, Rosie?"

She shakes her head hesitantly. "N-no, your highness."

You yank the chain again until her head is practically between your legs. Close enough to whisper to. "Because you're a fucking joke of a princess. Dumb, weak, useless cunt. Everyone knows it. You know it, don't you?"

She's nodding now, though it's hard to tell whether it's out of fear or enthusiastic agreement. "I...I do know it, your highness!"

"You're only good for one thing, so get down there and start licking." Another pull on the chain plants her mouth right between your thighs. "And remember. If you don't get me off in five minutes, you won't be able to sit properly for a week, so put your heart into it."

You stretch your legs, now clad in the finest lace in the kingdom, resting them on the princess's back as she devours your pussy with a practiced tongue. The crown on her head bobs back and forth as she devotes herself to worshipping you. And in fact, the crown is right there. It's so close, you could just reach out and pluck it from her head...