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[M4F] Script: The Prince's New Pet
🕑 Added 2021-06-28 20:16:37 +0000 UTCScene start: listener is walking down hallway quickly, trying to wipe food off on apron, to hide the fact that she was just feeding the dogs.
*Two other serving/servant girls are walking down the hallway, whispering to each other, jealous over the new girl*
<1> God, I can never stand the smell!
<2> I know. I don’t even know why we bother drawing a bath, I doubt he cleans himself in it. Or at all, for that matter.
<1> It made me sick once, you know? Legitimately sick! I stood a little too close for what must have been an hour, I mean, it felt like days, but then I was nauseous for the rest of the week!
<2> *laughing* I’d believe it. There’s a reason I stay at the other end of the room when he’s present.
<1> *scoffs* I try to, but he’s always looking for an excuse to get closer.
<2> At least he’s too old and fat to give it much effort *laugh*. I don’t want to imagine what those poor girls went through when he was younger.
<1> Well, hopefully he was at least handsome then, so it was more bearable!
[both laugh]
<1> I bet the new girl - *gaps in shock, from almost bumping into the listener* Oh, goodness! I didn’t see you there, I’m sorry!
<2> (First, surprised) Oh, the new girl! (then, suddenly horrified) Oh God, you probably heard everything we were saying, didn’t you? What a terrible introduction!
[Oh no, I’m so sorry! I didn’t see you coming at all, I was so distracted! Are you okay?]
<2> Oh, I’m fine, thank you for asking, you’re too sweet, it's my fault, really. What about you? Are you alright?
[I’m fine, thank you…. If I can ask, who were you talking about just then?]
<2> *nervous/shameful laugh* Oh dear, you did hear then? Well… we were talking about the genera - *is cut off before finishing*
<1> *sarcastic rhetorical question, though a little unsure, since she doesn’t know* *scoffs* Who do you think?
[something of an awkward pause, and then… “oh no, it’s not the prince, is it?”]
<2> *almost shocked* Gallant?!
<1> *similar tone as before. Kind of a “Well who did you expect?”* Of course it’s Prince Gallant! I’m just glad we don’t regularly serve him; he’s a nightmare to deal with.
<2> *confused at first* What?! *then, slowly understanding that they’re tricking the listener* What? Selene, you can’t just say that to her, that’s so rude.
<1> What do you mean?
<2> She’s just started working for him. She probably hasn’t met him yet.
<1> She’s got a right to know what she’s getting into.
<2> But she should form her own perspective, maybe she’ll like him more.
<1> I thought you’d never defend that sexist pig!
<2> What? Well… I…
[Is he really that bad?...]
<1> Is he really that bad? Didn’t you say that you could hear us while we were walking?
[Well… yes]
<1> Well, I stand by what I said. He’s a baby who can’t even clean up after himself.
[I thought you said he was old?]
<2> Well, he *is* old. Someone can both physically act like an old man, but have the mentality of a child, you know!
[Is… is it a disability?]
<1> *laughing in disbelief* A disability?!
<2> Gods no! I’d feel horrid, making fun of someone who couldn’t mentally do what they needed. No, no, he’s not disabled at all. He just chooses to act the way he does.
[Why?]
<1> How should we know why? Probably because he’s filthy rich, protected from the world, and never worked a day in his life! Those born into wealth never know how hard life can be, you know?
<2> They really don’t. They’re a load of stuck up snobs who just look down on us as free labor, because we need their coin to live, day to day.
<1> Hey, cheer up, now. He’s not… well, he’s not all bad… I’m sure of it. You get paid at the end of the day, at least.
[Is there anything I can do?]
<2> Well… You know what. You might be able to switch.
[Switch?]
<1> Yeah, switch. Switch who you work for.
[How?]
<1> Well, you’d have to switch positions with someone else…
[But no one wants to work for him]
<2> *trying to be as sweet as possible, but also somewhat excited* I’d do it! I mean… I would. I really would. You’re brand new, you don’t even know how to do your daily duties. I mean, look at you, you’ve already got some stains on your dress, he won’t like that. You’ll be chewed up and spit out in a day.
<1> Or less.
<2> Or less!
<1> You’re right. I’d do it too. You seem a very nice girl, I don’t want… Well, I don’t want you to lose your job, only on your first day.
<2> No! That’d be terrible! What would you even do? The whole town would know that Gallant kicked you out, before the night was over!
[How do I switch?]
<1> Well, we both work for the general right now, but we’ve put up with the prince before.
[Footsteps approaching…]
<2> *suddenly whispering, to avoid being heard* Ah, damn! That must be a guard. We can’t have him catching us talking about this.
<1> *whispering the same* Meet us in the kitchens in an hour! We can make sure your duties get switched, and we can handle the prince’s day-to-day, until a new servant can.
<2> Right, it’s very easy, it won’t take -
<1> [cuts her off. Simone pronounces Sih-moan, not Simon] Simone! Come on!
<2> Right! [The two start to run off, then she whispers back quickly] One hour!
Footsteps continue to approach. Gallant from here on out.
<Gallant> Huh. I could have sworn I heard at least three voices coming from over here. What are you… Oh. Hey, what’s going on? You’re looking a little lost.
[Oh, I’m not lost, I’m sorry, sir]
*Laughs* Oh, not physically. I have no doubt you know where you’re going. I meant in your thoughts; you’ve gotten stuck somewhere in your mind, and it doesn’t look like the most pleasant place to be. What’s wrong?
Hmmmm *doesn’t believe her*. I… Are you the new housemaid?
Aha! I thought you looked familiar.
[Have we met?]
Do you not?.... Hmmm.. well, no, not really. *chuckles to self* I… Have seen you around, and… well, I’m a people person. I like to know who’s who, what’s going on, and anything new that I might have not seen.
Oh, of course I know about the prince. How could I not? At this point, I’m pretty sure he’s well acquainted with everyone under this roof.. Well, maybe except for you now, but that will change with time. Were you off to tend to his room?
[Yes… Is he there now?]
No, no he’s not there now, I just came from that direction, and it is pretty quiet. That might be a good thing though, you could get scolded, you know, for walking around with food smeared on your dress like that.
[Oh, it’s not!]
*laughing happily* Don’t be so embarrassed! I’m sure not many others would recognize it to be today’s lunch, and I know you didn’t take it for yourself. But, I should say, those dogs are very well fed, despite what their wagging tails and pleading eyes might tell you.
[What? How did you?]
*laughing again* I did just say that I like to know what goes on, didn’t I? It is very hard to get away with anything here, and not have at least one pair of eyes catch you. You’ve done nothing wrong though, so long as you don’t keep at it till they’re fat.
Oh, they belong to… ah, Prince Galant himself, of course. Most of the other mutts are too wild and trained for hunting or war, to be allowed to wander the castle as they please. My prince has a different heart when it comes to animals though, and treats them like he would his own children…. Though, I guess that’s hard to say, since he doesn’t actually have children, but, the creatures under his command are widely loved amongst most any that live here.
No, no children at all, much to his parents' disappointment, but he is still young, and has many years ahead of him before that becomes too late.
Old? What? Who on earth told you…[pause while everything clicks together] Ahhhh *chuckles* So, I *did* hear two other voices a minute ago, didn’t I?
*laughs* Well, the only reason you’d think of the prince to be…. Anything but his young, charming, self, is if someone told you, right?
But who would say such a thing? That’s so rude! Unless, of course, you were being tricked.
[tricked?]
*chuckles* There are only two that I can think of who would… Bend the truth, to be polite, in order to get what they want.
*laughs* Well, they want the prince, of course! Or, well, not necessarily, but, Simone and Selene are not the biggest fans of our good general. Though, I would blame that more so on them, for picking the most abhorrent times of the day to do their work; always when the poor man has just returned and reeks of the field, or at questionable hours when he has finished dinner or a celebration with his men. Sometimes it feels like they do it on purpose. Maybe they do, they do seem to enjoy having something to complain about.
*laugh* Sorry! I went off a bit there, didn’t I? That was who you were talking to though, right?
I thought so. And, I am assuming they said what they did about the prince, perhaps to convince you to not work for him?
Oh? They blatantly asked you to switch, did they? *aha* That is too funny, but it’s mean to pick on someone who is so new. Did you accept their deal yet?
[No]
Then, no real harm done, I suppose. It wouldn’t have been the end of the world if you did; I’m sure you would be less of a pain in our general’s side, and in return he wouldn’t be a nuisance to you, but it is funny to watch the three deal with each other sometimes.
Do you mind if I walk with you?
Thank you. This… is a bit embarrassing to admit, but, I’m not nearly as good with names as I am with faces, and while I have heard yours once before, I am failing to remember it now.
Ahh, of course it is. I can’t believe I forgot, it’s a lovely name. I’m… *sharp inhale, maybe clear throat*. I’m sorry I forgot again, it’s rude of me, though, I’m sure some people think it funny, watching me go through whole conversations and using any nickname I can think of for someone who I have met three times before, only to ask their friend to please remind me what they really should be called, after they have left the room. *sigh* Maybe it’s too much time with those beasts. They don’t use names, and probably make me forget to do so as well.
*As if caught* Ah… Yes, *nervous chuckle* “those beasts” like the Prince’s dogs. I did say they wander these walls as they want. They’re just so happy all the time, it’s hard to not want to be around them. It’s almost infectious, the joy and love that an animal can give you. So much better than most humans, at least.
[Door handle turning/latch opening?] Well, here we are -
What do you mean, knock first? *Oh shit moment* Ahhh, I mean, yes, typically, I did see the prince leave though, very recently.. I suppose he could have come back before then, though, he usually locks the door behind him, or, at least he does when he doesn’t want to be disturbed…. I must look terribly out of place, don’t I?
You are far too kind *chuckle* I’m sure everyone here will come to appreciate that.
[even the prince?]
*laughs* Yes, even the prince, why wouldn’t he? Have I not convinced you from earlier that he’s a better person than those two women made him out to be?
[You have]
Then why ask that the way you did?
Oh, I just *seem* to know the prince very well, do I? *chuckles* Well, of course I do. My name is Gallant, afterall, and I am the prince. But it seems like you already had that figured out, hadn’t you?
*laughs* Clever, poilite, and sweet. You’ll do perfectly here. Now, will you allow me to show you around *my* room?
Pt.2
[door opens] Yes *chuckles* Of course it’s fine. You’ll be here working often, unless I’m sleeping or too busy to be bothered, I don’t mind at all.
*laughs* I would certainly appreciate it if you did knock first. You haven’t worked in a castle before, have you?
Not many people would be so sarcastic to the royalty they serve.
*laughs again* Well, that’s hardly fair now, is it? I never said that I *wasn’t* the prince, I just… avoided bringing it up right away. It’s interesting to see how people will treat you, when they have no idea of who you are.
*laughs… again, boy do I write that a lot* Just another guard forever, hmmm? Well, that hardly seems fair, but, perhaps I’ll allow it for a week or so. I owe you that much, for having tricked you.
Oh? We will see, hmm? You do work for me, hmm? Aren’t you supposed to follow my orders?
*shakes head* *soft chuckle* You are quite unlike any other housemaid I think we’ve ever had.
Aha, not a bad thing at all. Interesting, perhaps, but I think in a good way.
Yes, *chuckle* I think. At least, for now.
*laughs* Aren’t you going to look around? Or are you going to come up with clever retorts all day?
Are you sure you can do both? I don’t think your eyes have moved around the room at all, much less the rest of you. You can’t see everything, standing at that spot, you know.
Come on now, don’t tell me you’re all bark and no bite. You can’t talk to a prince like he’s a stable boy, and then suddenly become shy to walk around his room.
(slow shuffling noises. Eventually, a sliding sound, then pages turning)
Aha, yes, I suppose it is quite a collection. Nowhere near as many as I’d like, but that’s what libraries are for, I suppose. Not that I necessarily need more books; I’ve probably only read half of what’s there. But, I guess I just like having them.
*chuckles* Unusual? Why? Were you expecting to see my shelves with books on tactics and warfare? Or trading and the economy? No, no those are… somewhat boring topics. *chuckles* But stories, and legends, and people… Now those are much more interesting. Just like the maid, who knows how to read.
*laughs* Of course that’s interesting! Maybe for a queen or lady’s personal handmaid, it would be expected, or at least more normal. But, a housemaid, a servant, and serving a prince? No, you’re definitely the first one I’ve met that can read.
*chuckle* I don’t think surprising is the right word. I’ve already said you’re interesting, but everything about you seems to only deepen the mystery, rather than clear any of it up. Not that I’m complaining, of course. I like a good mystery.
*laughs* Do I really seem so mysterious myself? Come on now, my taste in literature isn’t so strange, is it? People are fascinating. Why we think the way we think, and what we are thinking, how we are born to love, learn to hate, and the real secrets to heart. Is it so strange that I like reading about it? To learn more about what we are?
Have I figured what out yet? What that secret is? *laughs* Hmmm, maybe I have, but that would be an awfully powerful thing to let loose, how would I know I could trust you with it?
[Your dogs trust me]
*laughs* My dogs trust you because you feed them and speak softly. While those will certainly go leaps and bounds with me as well, I do not have the mind of an animal… yet, at least.
*short pause*
[something about keeping the place clean and not needing much work]
I would *hope* that cleaning this place up wouldn’t be much work. That would mean I’m blind to the fact that I’m living in filth, and what a horrid thought that would be. No, I like to keep the place clean myself, but, my mind runs off faster than my legs can, and I miss things. Little things, bit by bit, but they add up.
*chuckles* Yes, like the bedsheets. I… Well, I can’t actually remember the last time I made my bed. I don’t see much of a point to it, if I will only mess it up in my sleep again.
…. What?! Of course it’s not from the torture chamber, that’s where I sleep. What on earth do you mean? - Oh…. *sigh* fuck. I ah, I can see why you’d say that. I usually forget about the rings on the headboard…. Yes, that ah… that is meant for a chain.
*very awkward pause, distant thunder in the background, ooky-spooky foreshadowing uh oh! Sweet man has a dark side to him!*
You know, normally, this is the part where you would be confused, and ask me if that was for my dogs…. To which I would hastily say yes, and, I don’t know, redirect your attention to the nice view outside. But… The fact that your face has turned as red as my blankets… makes me feel like that really wouldn’t work on you.
*nervous but almost hysterical laugh* Oooohh, and not even an ounce of fear either, you know exactly why they’re there… I’m sure my face is just as damning as well, isn’t it? Well *sigh* It takes one to know one, I guess, doesn’t it?
*laughing a lot more, since she’s nervous laughing too now* Oh, come on! You’re not supposed to laugh at that! That’s hardly maid-like at all!
What do you mean, no wonder I keep so many dogs? What, do you think I use them as an excuse to keep all of this?
Well, maybe they are related, but they’ve taken such a liking to you already; keep feeding them and they’ll hardly be mine anymore. Maybe then I’ll have to leave all the restraints with you as well.
Oh, then I’d need a new dog? And where am I supposed to get one?..... *voice changes slightly from joking to serious and flirty* Unless… of course, you’re volunteering.
Oh? You might be?
Really? A wild thing, such as yourself, volunteering to be the prince’s new pet? That almost sounds like a stretch. You certainly don’t follow the rules of society, why would you follow the ones I give you?
Because you’d choose to *chuckle* Not out of a fear of punishment, or hope for personal gain… but because you want to, huh? Oh, you are fascinating.
*laughs* Yes, yes I suppose that with enough training most beasts can be tamed, and taught to obey and come on command. But, you aren’t like most beasts, are you? And I don’t think I’d ever want you to be… what, completely tamed? You do have a wild side, but I like that. Though, I will also like training you.
*sigh* Mmmmmm… Prince isn’t the title that you would give someone teaching a mut, is it?
No, I didn’t think so. So why don’t you call me what I am to you, then? Your new Master.
Well then let’s see if you really do “choose” to be mine, and start with something simple. Why don’t you go close and lock the door… and when you come back, wait on your knees… like a pet should.
*pause, door click* Good girl.
Pt 3.
*chuckle* You’re very good at keeping eye contact, but don’t think I didn’t see your eyes flick down between my legs. Why? Are you torn? Between nobly resting on your knees, and keeping that dignified look on your face, or accepting that if you are my dog, that means it’s okay to be like a puppy sometimes, and want nothing else other than attention, and to let your energy out by playing?
Oh? You would like attention? My attention. *chuckles* Well, maybe, if you ask nicely, I’ll give it to you. With eyes like yours, and that look on your face, I think I would have a hard time not giving you what you ask for, if you beg for long enough.
*laugh* Oh, what a good girl, aren’t you? But, I did say, “for long enough”, didn’t I? Ah,ah, ah, don’t pout, I’ll still give you something that you want, just not what you’ve been eyeing up, yet, at least.
*laugh* What else do you want? What a good question, why don’t I let you answer that for yourself? You’ve seen what’s on the bed, but I think what is underneath it is a bit more interesting. So, why don’t you go take a look? But! You will need this [keys jingling].
Ah! What are you doing? I didn’t tell you to stop kneeling, did I?
Hmm, yes, I did say go look, but I didn’t say to stand up. I think you can follow both orders at the same time, can’t you?
Good girl. *sigh and chuckle* Though, I should have guessed if anyone could make crawling be such a teasing thing, it would be you. *slap, and laughter* Oh, what did you expect, sticking your ass in the air like that? If you’re going to try to find ways to tease me with each task, don’t expect me to sit back and simply watch. I like to bite back, my puppy. But, go on. Don’t let me distract you that much.
[sliding sound, chest comes out from under bed, keys jingle, then chest opens]
Well? Your hesitation could only mean that either you think this was a mistake or -
*laughs* Oh no? *chuckles* Not a mistake at all, hmm? Well, if you’re that enthusiastic, why don’t we play a game, to let out some of that wild energy of yours, before you’re willing to lie down for me.
First, you bring me a toy of your choosing, and then, I will choose how it is meant to be used on you. Then, after that, I will choose the toy, and you can decide how it will be used… but, likely still on you *chuckles*. You are the pet, after all. My pet. Does that sound like a fair game to you? Good.
Then go on, there’s quite a bit to look through.
[maybe some shuffling noises]
*chuckles* Is that what you’ve decided on, then? I suppose the uses of a paddle are… generally well known, and with the way you kept swaying and bucking your ass into the air, I’m afraid I’ve already gotten something stuck in my mind. But, bring it to me, my pet, and I’ll have another task for you to do.
Good girl. Now, you know how to read, so I can only assume you know how to count, but it might be a little harder, when you have something else to focus on, don’t you think? You might even lose count while you try, but the look on your face tells me that you do want to try, don’t you?
Then, come here, and lay across my lap. *chuckles* Oh? Am I not allowed to play with your throat and mouth, while you’re here? I have two hands, you know. What else would my other be doing, if not teasing at your lips. It’s such a simple task, counting upwards, I have to make it a little challenging, don’t I? Plus, if my hand is around your throat, I will be able to feel the words, in case I miss hearing them. And you’ll have my arm to hold and dig your nails into, for when you decide that you also like to bite back, because I know you can be a vicious creature as well.
Now, my bitch, can you count for me? Only up to ten, but you have to wait for each strike, for the next number.
Yes, what?
Good girl.
Then [spank]. *satisfied humph*.
[spank]
[spank] Ah! *laughter* Oh? Two again, hmm? Was that not hard enough? Did it not count? *hmmmm* Fuck, you really are something else.
[spank, louder] *chuckle* There’s number three, good girl.
[spank]
[spank]
[spank]
[spank]
[spank, louder] *chuckle* another?
[spank, even louder] *growls* Still on seven?
[spank]
[spank] *soft chuckle* Hmmm, nine doesn’t exist today, then? Right from eight to ten, but maybe that’s just how time works. It is supposed to move faster when you’re having fun, isn’t it? *soft kiss* Ten it is then, wherever number nine went.
Good girl. *chuckles* Oh? Do you like where my hand has started to wander? I couldn’t help it, with your ass laid across me, and your legs ever so slightly open, though, now that my fingers are crawling down, they’re a bit more than “just slightly”.
You’re so perfectly still, have I gone and trapped this wild beast?
Mmmm, but I think you have too many clothes on, for me to go much further. Ah, ah, ah *chuckle* Ahhhh, I love your enthusiasm, but not so fast, my pet. I have to train you to have patience too, don’t I? How else will you be able to stand just how much I plan to tease you, and your wet little cunt?
*chuckles* So stand up, and yes, unlike before, actually stand up. Mmm, good girl, now, let’s try that again, but this time, a little slower. And! *chuckles* fuck you really are a wild thing, aren’t you? And, I want you to look in my eyes while you start to undo those laces.
*chuckle* Did I say stop? *laugh* What do you mean, not fair? Wouldn’t it be even less fair, if I was still fully clothed, while you weren’t? Shouldn’t I at least take something off?
Mmmm, oh? Are my shoulders really that distracting? I never said looking into my eyes would be easy. Your eyes can wander after, but for now, I think you have a task to do, my pet.
There you go…. And with a body to match the fire in your heart. (amused) What are you? That’s not the body of a maid, not at all. I suspected your skin and curves would be hard to tear my eyes away from, but I didn’t quite realize just how… hypnotizing, you would really be.
Hmmm, but it’s a good thing I get to stare then, isn’t it? To sit back and watch, as you go and finish the second part of our game? I said you’d get your turn to watch, and I will keep my promise. But, that sounds like a reward, for someone who has been a good girl.
*chuckle* Hmm, what’s next then? That is a good question. Well, I almost had you trapped before with my hands, didn’t I? But I’d like to use my hands for something else, so I think I will need a different way of trapping you.
So, my eager puppy, go and get me a set of restraints, and then you can decide where it is that you will be stuck.
[maybe the same shuffling noises? And then metal clinking of a collar]
Hmmm? What is that? Ah - ….. Oh. That isn’t the pair of handcuffs I was expecting you to grab…. I…. I almost forgot that this was in that box….
Hmmmmm, yes, I suppose a collar does count as a restraint. I wasn’t very specific, was I?
“What better a way to tie up a dog, than by the ring on its neck”, huh? I’m not sure you’ll ever stop surprising me. [clinking sounds of putting the collar on]
It does mean that the mutt has an owner, doesn’t it? Well…. If you want to be owned, then I suppose no one will mistake you as a stray anymore, will they? No… They’ll know what you are. Mine.
But, I did say that you would decide how it was used, after I picked out what we would be using. Wearing the collar is obvious, but what about the leash, my pet?
*chuckle* I suppose it is fitting, to tie a dog to a post. At least for a little bit, while their Master is busy.
*laughs* Oh, yes, I will be busy. [chain, and then leather creaking] I did say that the rest of my clothes would have to come off eventually, didn’t I? [pants zipper, fabric rustling] But that isn’t the only thing I will be doing. There wouldn’t be much of a point of tying you up, if I was just going to untie you right afterwards, would there?
*chuckle, but much closer* Getting a little distracted, are we? I asked you a question. *pause* Good girl.
Then I have one last task for you, my pet, before I will throw you on the bed, and breed you like the bitch in heat that you are, because I can see your hands trying to subtly work between your legs. *chuckle* Don’t think I didn’t.
But, let’s start with getting back on your - *chuckle* Hm, I didn’t even have to say it, did I? My pet knows when to kneel? Then, come this way, puppy, towards me. Ah, ah, a little further, that’s it, good girl.
What’s with those beautiful, puppy-dog eyes? *chuckle* It’s not out of your reach, is it? Not if you lean, and pull the leash taught. But, of course, I can’t imagine that will be good for trying to breathe. *sharp inhale, and pretty much breathy from here on out* Ahhh, my pet. Fuck, of course you can reach it with your hands. But, is that all you’re going to do? Stroke my shaft, while you look into my eyes, with that sad expression… which almost hides your wicked and playful fire.
*chuckles* Stroking faster isn’t an answer, is it? I saw the way your eyes traced my cock, and how your lips twitched. But, it’s more than just tasting it, isn’t it? It’s about what you *know* it will do to me. You may be the pet, but you still want to make me yelp, don’t you?
*wood creak, leather twist, inhale* Like that. Fuck, your mouth feels good. *a little bit of moaning, and then it stops*
Aha, *breathe in* Oh? Is there only so much you can take? Of the collar squeezing your throat. With something else in your mouth at the same time, I wonder if you can breathe at all when you lean in.
Oh? You can breathe, can you? *sharp inhale again* Fuck. That’s even deeper than before. *moaning increases* And your hands at the same time? *more moaning*
*breathe out* And here I was thinking that the leash would hold you back. *chuckles* Hell, I almost feel like I’m the prey. That will change, but, you seem to be enjoying this as much as I am, so I suppose I can wait -
*she goes all the way down* a bit… more. Fuck, I can feel my cock at the back of your throat. *continuing moans until she pulls it out*
*breathing starting to slow* *chuckles* Oh my pet, I hope you didn’t push yourself too far. Damage that throat of yours, and I’ll lose that beautiful voice.
*laughs* Well, I’m glad, but I can see the tears streaming down your face, but I trust you to know your limits. Still, I think it’s time to give your throat a break, don’t you?
*chuckles* Oh, what *is* next. Are you asking, because you can see the look on my face? Because you could feel my body tensing?
*metal clink of leash being grabbed*
Next, I’ll give you what you really want, because I don’t think I can hold it back anymore. *click of dragging her around*, so, up, onto the bed, bent over like the bitch you are. That’s right, pet, spread that little fuckhole, show me just where you need me.
*fuckening begins, whooo. Sometimes I can’t believe that I write 45 minutes of build up, and then 10 minutes of sex. Oh well, you come(cum) for my voice, right? I could be reading off a soap bottle, and it’d work?*
What a good fucking girl. *growls, and goes harder for a while*
*laughs* Oh? I’ve gotten quieter? What, did you want me to talk through the whole thing? Whisper in your ear till I fill your cunt with my seed? *growls* Don’t tell me that it surprises you, that the prince who spends his time with animals, behaves like one when he’s breeding his bitch.
You like that, don’t you? Do you want me to go harder? Faster? Yes what?! *chuckles* I can barely understand you between all your moans and whines. Do you need your head held up? For the words to come out right? You’ve still got the leash around your neck, is it better when I pull it? And force. You. Back. (you get the idea) on to me with every thrust? Oh? It’s so deep, is it? But you love that, don’t you? You love being stretched and pushed a bit, don’t you, my pet?
Good girl, that’s right. Take my cock as deep as you can.
*moans continue for a little bit*
*panting to pause*
Wait.
Oh *chuckles* I’m very alright, I was just starting to get close, but I want something else, before I finish.
Turn around, my pet. Now, lay on your back, and spread your legs. I want to look you in the face, when I do it.
Good girl. *insert, moan* Fuck, good girl.
*panting starts up again* Is this better? Being able to move your body, and writhe under me? Fuck. Yes, that’s it, go on, my wild fucking wolf. *growling in pain more* *chuckles* Claw at my back, wrap your legs around me all you want. Tell me you want me to fuck you harder, however you can. That’s, fuck. Kiss me, you fucking bitch. *kissing starts*
*little improv* That’s it, are you getting close? Yeah? But you’ll hold it, won’t you? You want me to cum, don’t you? Yeah? Is that what you’ve been waiting for, pet? *growls* Well, then get ready. I’m getting very close too, so if you want to cum with me, then just hold it for a bit longer.
*improv till finish*
Fuck… *panting for a bit, thump on the bed? Breathing settling down* You’re gorgeous, you know that? I don’t think I said it before, but I should have.
[so are you]
*chuckle, then pause* Wel… thank you.
*clinking of metal* Do you like it? *slight pause* The collar, I mean.
Then don’t stare at it like it has to come off.
What I mean, is I don’t just put a collar on anything. I meant it before, when it means that you’re mine. If that still sounds just as good, then leave it where it is. It looks good on you, anyway.
*laughs* I am sure we didn’t go unheard just now; that rumor will spread before anyone catches on that you and my dogs match. Plus, what they think doesn’t matter as much to me; I’m more interested in your thoughts. It might already be too late for me, but will you share them with me? So that I might.. Drown a little deeper?
