You have been tamed

“That’s it. Very good.” He lifts your chin. “And you have a lovely modest habit of looking down, but I want you to look directly at me, now.”

You obey him, feeling your helplessness and vulnerability even more now that you have to look him in the eyes. “Do you find me handsome?” he asks you, and then puts up a hand. “Before you answer, know that I want the truth from you, not what you think I want to hear, or what you think would be best for you to say. Understand me?”

“Yes, my prince,” you respond. It is difficult for you to concentrate on his request, as he runs his hands along your arms, and then up your legs, and then around your sex.

“Now, answer my question, and describe what you see. Describe me as if you had just met me, and you were confiding in your maid.”

You still aren’t sure that he really wants the truth, and bite your lip to by yourself a few seconds of time. At last, you decide that honesty is the best policy. “You are very handsome, my prince, no one could deny that. And for one so… so...” you aren’t sure he wants to hear the rest, because you want to say so young.

“Go on.”

“For someone so young to be so commanding... it’s not what one would expect.”

“Would you like it if I were older?”

“I would have thought that it would be easier. To be commanded so, by one so very young, is to feel my helplessness even more.”

“My darling, I have awakened you from a century’s sleep, and have restored your father’s kingdom. In return, I have claimed you. You are mine. You won’t find me a hard master, only a very thorough one. When you think night and day and every moment only of pleasing me, things will be very easy for you.”

This reassures you somewhat, and you try to give him a look that tells him you understand. He pushes his fingers between your legs again, and says, “Now, I want more of you than I’ve had before.” He draws you close again, your breast pressed against his chest. “Do you know what I mean, my Sleeping Beauty?”