He walks into the grand treasure room, happy to see his slave already waiting for him besides his throne. Power was a beautiful thing.
"Good evening Darling" He says while sending her a charming smile.
"Good evening your majesty" She says with venom in her tone and a full fake smile plastered on her face.
The shock is etched across his features. "Your majesty? Darling I told you, you never have to call me that."
"As I am a lowly slave I thought it would only be right to only use your proper title. I already heard that you'll be giving me away in a few days so I thought I should start remembering my place before meeting my new master"
Someone was spreading rumors about him around the kingdom. No matter. He'd find them. He'd set the matter straight. She was his and would always be his.
He could see the sorrow and fear behind the fire in her eyes. How dare she doubt him?
"Ah, well that's news to me. Interesting news that will be taken care of right after I deal with this little problem here. Seems I have an insubordinate little slave on my hands"
Hooking his snake-shaped staff under the chains binding her hands, he pulled her sharply towards him, letting her crash into his chest and become trapped within his arms.
His warm embrace would have calmed her on at any other time; her home lay in his arm. Today they felt like a cage.The words murmured against her hair were spoken in a quiet, lethal whisper that made her tense more and more with every word."You seem to have forgotten the meaning of this band on your arm. Tell me slave, what is it's significance?"
Dropping her head so she could avoid his sharp gaze, she speaks in a choked whisper "That I am to be controlled. That I'm only a slave"
His tone is as sharp as his eyes as he grabs her chin and jerks it upward "Eyes up. No hiding. Tell me more"
"It's gold, reflecting the wealth of the kingdom"
"What else does the gold mean" He says with a raised brow.
"It..." her voice breaks off as she swallows around the words stuck in her throat "It tells others how I should be treated"
"Because of what?"
"My position among the slaves."
His hand wraps around her throat squeezing and making sure she knows the truth. That she remembers all that she is.
"What gives you that position slave? Why is yours the only snake shaped armband worn in the whole fucking kingdom? What. Does. It. Mean?"
His rage make his obsidian eyes shine, drawing her deeper and letting her finally accept the truth once more.
"I'm yours. I'm the only slave that belongs to you. Yours body, mind, and soul."
His lips meet hers in an angry clash that lasts only a mere second. It's enough to make her whole body sag in relief.
"The fact that you've forgotten that makes me very disappointed in you. No matter. We'll make it so you never ever forget it again. I will assign another servant to assist you. You are to enter the room they lead you to and allow them to do whatever else I instruct them to do to you. For now, go wait in your chamber. Eyes down. If I hear you looked one person in the eyes on your way, this will be much worse for you."
She starts to follow his orders, body slumped in dejection, before correcting herself. She did nothing wrong! It wasn't her fault the other gossiping slaves gave her the wrong information!
Straightening up, she walks with good posture, her head held high with pride, but her eyes trained on the floor. She wasn't an idiot and definitely wasn't about to give her master a reason to be more angry.
~~~
He wasn't angry at her. Oh no. He was angry at whoever even thought to put the idea in her head that he would ever let her go. He would marry her someday; no one would be able to stop him. The fact that she even doubted him...that she didn't know he would always want her...that she would always be his and only his...
That's it!
Calling in a servant he knew he could actually trust, he gave them specific instructions to carry out part of his plans.
"...and tell her I'll be back shortly, but don't give her any extra information. Got it? Now go. There are a few favors I have to call in"
With that he walked out of the room, telling his advisor to call a council meeting in the private rooms.
~~~
A servant came into the room and short while later, only giving a short nod of acknowledgment before turning on their heels and briskly walking from the room.
"His majesty has asked me to prepare you for him and told me to let him know if you act out in any way. He says to tell you he will be back shortly, but he wants you to be ignorant of his plans for the time being"
The servant opens the door to a large extravagant room that she's never been taken to before. She laughs when she notices that the room is dressed in red and gold much like herself. The room is alight with a warm glow that seems to come from no single light source. Ornate curtains drape over the surrounding walls, making the room seem even more welcoming. The floor is littered with large red and gold pillows with one plush mat laid on top of a pile of pillows in the middle. The whole room seems to be centered on that focal point.
Leading her into the room, the servant starts preparing her with quick, efficient movements. The normal chain is removed from the cuffs and quickly replaced by a shorter, thinner, and more flexible one. At first she laughs at its delicate appearance but becomes impressed by its strength after testing it. There'd be no escaping, even if she wanted to.
Her shoes are removed and she's given a quick once-over before being silently pushed down onto the mat. When the servant pulls her legs open, she opens her mouth to protest only to bite the inside of her cheek hard at the smug, knowing look sent her way. The servant wanted her to fail. Glaring at the servant, she tries not to show any fear when she feels cool metal press against her skin; She's too nervous to look down. The servant's amused grin never wavers as the fabric slowly gets cut away in a larger circle from front to back, exposing everything to the servant's greedy eyes. Master didn't allow her to wear any underwear around him.
When she notices the servant looking more closely at her exposed pussy, she quickly tries to close her legs. With a tutting sound of disapproval the servant spreads them wide again.
"Drink this and then I will leave" the servant says, handing her a glass of clear liquid. Mistaking it for water she downs it quickly, eyes widening when the distinct smell reaches her nose.
"You-"
Her rant cuts off as warmth sweeps through her body. Her skin flushes and starts to sweat slightly, giving it a glowing sheen. She squirms, even more desperate now to close her leg, but for a completely different reason. Smirking with satisfaction, the servant pats her pussy twice and starts the final task, attaching two special cuffs to her ankles. When they finally stand up she sends them a searing, indignant look and quickly closes her legs. Her knees only draw slightly closer together, and one glance down at the bar between the two soft cuffs tells her why her attempt at shutting them had been so unsuccessful.
"You can't just leave me like this! And who the hell do you think you are? Touching his majesty's property will surely get you ki-"
The slamming door was the only reply the servant gave.
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The few hours passed in absolute agony that made her feel like it had been years. She just wanted to take away the all-encompassing heat and need. All she'd need to do is reach her hand down and-
No. This was surely a test. Her master had said the servant would only do what they were instructed to do. Master wanted her like this. He would know if she'd done anything against his wishes.
So she waited. In agony. Squirming and twisting and trying anything that would give her relief without touching. She would not fail him but at the same time she didn't think she could wait any longer...
The click of the unlocking latch makes her ears perk up. Though she can't see the door, she leans in its direction, hoping to hear the strong, confident strides of her master.
There are footsteps, but it's not one set she hears. Oh no. To her nervous ears, it sounds like a full stampede of footsteps as numerous people enter the room, the rich, deep voices telling her that they are all men.
She desperately tries to close her legs once more, determined to make sure they cannot see anything. She belongs to Master dammit and she won't let-
"Stop struggling slave. Lay on your back with your arms against your belly, your legs open, and your body relaxed. Be proud and confident. You are now a reflection of me and my power, and I expect nothing but the best from you."
His voice calms her as she immediately follows his orders, trying to calm her breathing as her chest is still heaving from her nervous panic.