I enter the bedroom to find you with a wide, impish smile on your face.
"Ah, there you are. I have some exciting plans for us for today. You wanted to try some role playing, so let's do that. I will be a queen, so you might want to call me 'your majesty' or something like that. Although... just play your role, you'll figure it out."
"That sounds fun. What am I going to be? A knight in shining armor, trying to earn my queen's favor?"
"Um... Not quite. That would just make you think you might be allowed to come. You'll have a slightly different role, you'll see. But if you play along, I will consider letting you have an orgasm later this month."
"Yes, ma'am, of course."
"Ahem?"
"I'm sorry. I mean, yes your majesty. At your service."
"Haha, that's better. Now, get undressed, but leave your boxers on for now. And then come here."
Once I get rid of my clothes you lead me to the door. You put me in handcuffs and then tie my hands to a hook on the door frame, leaving me exposed and vulnerable.
"So, I'm a prisoner?"
"Psst, don't destroy immersion."
"I'm sorry, your majesty."
"There once was a fierce and powerful queen, reigning alone over her empire."
"You're gonna provide narration?"
"PSST. Where was I? Right. The queen ruled justly over her empire and was beloved by all. Many suitors came, but the queen was not interested in such an oppressive arrangement, as she preferred being the only one in charge. One day, her scouts reported catching and bringing in a new prisoner to the dungeons, who was rumored to have stolen rings and other trinkets from the village. None of her guards succeeded in interrogating the prisoner, and had retired for the night. Late at night, the queen decides to try her luck with her own, 'unique' interrogation style, and she descends into the dungeon, dismissing the night guard. As she enters the cell, she sees him before her, tied up and helpless: A giant, ghastly ogre."
"WHAT?"
"Ahem. Last warning, or your orgasms for this month is canceled."
"Roar?"
"That's better. As I was saying: The queen sees a green-skinned, monstrous, ugly, disgusting..."
"Really?"
"... just teasing you. The beast lets out a mighty roar, but tied up as it is cannot do anything else.... I said: Lets out a *mighty roar*."
"Right. ROAR."
"The queen is not intimidated, and instead starts to establish her dominance."
You pause the narration, as your next actions need no further explanation. Instead, you scratch across my body with your nails. First starting at my left shoulder, diagonally down my chest to my right side, and then the same on the other side starting from the right shoulder.
"OW."
"The ogre's hide is thick, and it does not feel any pain."
I try to stay quiet as you repeat the same procedure another time.
"Having had no effect with her nails, the queen considers other ways to torture the beast."
With this, you pause, and pace back and forth in front of me, as if you were thinking what to do to me next. Your next move surprises me, as you disrobe and lie down on the bed, fetching your favorite vibrator.
"The queen had heard that ogres are extraordinarily attracted to human women, and seeing them naked makes them mad with lust. Indeed, 'standing between a horny ogre and his mate' has become a common saying for when someone puts themselves in unnecessary danger. The queen was prepared to see just how horny an ogre could get."
With that, you sit down on the bed with your legs spread apart, turned towards me, to provide me the perfect view of your body: your feet, your pussy, your breasts, and your face. Just as the ogre in your story, I, too, grow horny with desire, and also true to the tale, my ties prevent me from doing anything but looking at you.
You give me a mean smile, knowing how much I would love to be there to worship your body. Then you take the vibrator, and press it against your vulva, making you visibly shiver with excitement. I watch you lustfully, as you are overcome with pleasure, until you can no longer sit upright, and let your body fall backwards onto the bed. Most of what I can see now are your legs, still spread, and the vibrator that you are still pressing against yourself, but my angle also still gives me glimpse at your perfect breasts as they sway up and down with your rapidly increasing rate of breathing. I struggle against my restraints, and I think you give out a small laugh in response, but that might just be a reaction to the stimulation. Your moaning gets louder and louder, and causes my penis to get harder and harder, as I am watching you play with yourself, and coming to an orgasm.
"Mhm, that was nice."
You still breathe heavily, but put the vibrator to the side, and sit up slowly, looking at me.
"After the queen brought herself to an orgasm (completely selflessly, and in pure service of the interrogation, of course), she eyes the ogre with curiosity. It's hideous form has grown an additional wart, in the form of a raging boner hiding beneath the rags it wears. Holding her nose, the queen takes off the ogre's clothing to observe its erection up close."
You do as you narrate, removing my boxers, leaving my hard penis all exposed in front of you.
"Aroused by the queen's performance, the beast is desperate for sexual attention, which is exactly the state the queen wants it in. Overcome by a sudden sense of modesty, the queen puts a blindfold on the ogre, lest it continue ogling at her naked form."
Once again, you follow your own narration, putting a sleeping mask over my eyes. You pace a few times again, before you approach me closely. I can feel you caressing my legs with the riding crop, before you push them apart, and I put my feet as much apart as my restraints allow me to.
"You liked that show, didn't you?"
"Um, ROAR?!"
"The ogre performs a silly attempt at pretending that it is not capable of human language. The wise queen knows better, though, and has plans for the interrogation. 'Now that I have your attention, where did you hide the treasure you stole?'"
"ROAR!?"
