Thanks for the feedback on chapter one. The jitters of a newly formed master-slave relationship are finally out of the way, so things get even spicier this time. Hope you enjoy!
Chapter 2
When Darius awoke the next morning, he could still not believe what had happened to him the previous night. He was completely dominated by that princess and there was nothing he could do about it. He was so embarrassed that he could've curled up in a ball and died where he slept. It also didn't help that his cock never softened for even a moment for what seemed like the entire night. Ramira was all he could think of. When he thought back on how she had made him lick her toes last night, he cringed with shame. At least until he also recalled the look of her smooth legs and wet red panties that teased his eyes under her skirt. It was truly an amazing sight, but she was still so cruel. She had made him reveal all of himself to her, and all he was able to see in return was the fabric between her legs. Darius wanted to see more of her amazing body, but he knew she likely would never let him.
He had made the most shameful display of his entire life, and she was there to witness all of it. She had violated him in every sense of the word. Even though she was the sexiest goddess he had ever laid eyes upon, when he recalled how she humiliated him Darius could feel himself seething with rage. She had not given him any new clothes to wear either, so he wore the clothes from his first day and prepared for the inevitable knock at the door.
*Knock* *Knock*
Princess Ramira did not waste any time opening the door. Knocking was just a habit her mother had instilled within her. She had no intention of giving her slave any privacy.
As she walked in, she stared at Darius for a moment. He was way too embarrassed to look her in the eye after what happened last night, so he simply stood there, staring to the side.
"Why are you wearing those dirty clothes? Change into these at once!" she commanded, throwing a new pair of clothes his way. Darius was relieved when she stepped out of the room while he changed. After what happened last night, he half expected her to stay and watch. The clothes she had given him were shorts and a very open V-neck shirt that revealed quite a bit of his chest. He couldn't believe she had given him clothes that were so revealing but at least he was wearing something.
Darius finally stepped outside in his new garments to the delight of Ramira who was waiting outside. "Those suite you quiet well." She said, rubbing her fingers through the fabric of his shirt.
Ramira's eyes glanced up at Darius, "From now on, when the sun rises you will come and wake me, and I've requested a shipment of clothing for you that should arrive today. You will have a full wardrobe so I will not need to dress you either. In the morning you will wake me, cook for me, and you will feed it to me, understood?"
"Yes, princess." He said without hesitation. There was no point in trying to save face anymore.
"Good. I'm glad to see you've learned some respect. Follow me, we will practice cooking and then you will serve it to me."
The coming practice went smoother than yesterday. Darius made sure he was extra careful and did not spill a thing. He made an effort to be the perfect slave today since the last thing he wanted was to receive another punishment. Ramira showed him countless dishes for all stages of the day. It was honestly a difficult process, but he managed to stay alert throughout. After cooking, Ramira had Darius carry the food to her room. Only after he feeds her, would he then be allowed to eat himself. When he entered her room again, Darius felt his heart drop as the memories flooded his mind.
"Don't be nervous." Said Ramira, noticing his anxiety. "You won't be punished today, hopefully." She said without a hint of emotion, yet he could tell that she was teasing him in her own way.
Ramira kicked off her slippers and sat down on her extravagant bed. Her sexy ass plopping down firmly as she leaned back onto the headboard. She was wearing a purple shirt with a floral design and a matching skirt that stopped right above her knees. She teased him with her smooth, shapely legs that seemed to hypnotize Darius into fantasizing about what was underneath that skirt, but he knew he needed to get his mind off of that, right away.
"Alright, you may begin. Feed me slave." She said, closing her eyes and beginning to relax.
The food they had prepared was a savory dish of beef and vegetables that were all chopped into bite sized pieces and served alongside an array of small fruits and berries. It was truly an easy meal for this task and Darius was confident that he could do it without any mistakes, but as his princess opened her mouth to receive her meal, he couldn't help but stare at her beautiful face. Though, he quickly tried to think of something else and regained his composure. The last thing he needed was to get an erection right now.
She relaxed at first as he fed her, closing her eyes in comfort. But after a while she felt a sudden urge to watch her slave as he worked. Noticing her sudden glare, Darius continued to try his best not to look in her eyes as he performed his duty. There was no smirk or smile accompanying her staring at all either, at least. She simply exhibited her normal emotionless expression. Darius saw no signs of the smiling and mocking girl from last night that punished him so wickedly. Darius could not comprehend how she could go back to acting so distant and calm after all that happened yesterday. Though he obviously wasn't going to complain about it. Especially since, deep down, he truly feared the girl she was last night, and he knew that he would not have the will or strength to resist that version of her at all.
The more Ramira watched her slave serve her, the more she enjoyed it. Even though her face did not show it, the thought of such a cute boy serving her so diligently was a very pleasant experience. The reason Ramira was not very expressive was simply because she did not have anything to express most of the time. She typically performed her duties to the best of her abilities, carrying on with life without much feeling at all. What she had experienced last night was different, however. Ramira knows how to express emotion and is certainly willing to do so during the rare times where she actually had something to express, but last night was an entirely different story. The sexual thrill was a feeling that she had yet to tap into throughout her short life. What did she love about it, she wondered. Was it simply the fact that she was doing it with a man, or was it her conquest of him that she loved so much? Either way she had uncharacteristically lost herself in it all. And even now, as she quietly enjoyed her slave's obedience, she began to feel a tiny drop of that excitement from before creeping up on her.
"I want something to watch while I eat, take off that shirt of yours." she commanded. "But do it slowly, make it an alluring little show."
Darius was caught off guard by the sudden request. He did not expect her to be so upfront and blunt about it, especially when she continued to stare at him with those cold unfeeling eyes as she gave the order. Though Ramira rarely felt the urge, she had no problem acting impulsively, especially when it was directed at a mere slave boy. Sure, she could feel pity for him on occasion, but it was not like he should or could resist a command from his owner anyway.
Nervously, Darius finally locked eyes with Ramira, but of course he saw no hint of a joke in her face. She was dead serious, and he knew that he had better listen. Averting his eyes again, he began to slowly strip off the shirt she had only just given him that day. Princess Ramira eyed his every move so carefully that the red-faced Darius shut his eyes. When he finally finished and threw the shirt to the ground, he quickly reached for the plate of food yet again as if to change the subject, but it did not work.
Ramira eyes him up and down. "Much better, but still not enough to look at. Remove those trousers as well." She ordered.
