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It was a long walk from the dungeon to Queen Cleopatra’s chambers. Along the way, David had plenty of opportunity to take in just how elaborate the palace really was. Every hall was made of polished marble, decorated with columns, live plants, and fountains. Large windows allowed the warm, dry breezes to flow in, and gave a fantastic view of the massive capital city sprawling below, and the enormous desert and mountains that spanned beyond.
All of it belonged to the goddess that led him by his cock and balls.
David wished he could have enjoyed the walk more, his arms still painfully bound behind him, and the large ball gag now working painfully on his jaw. Every so often, the Queen would give a tug, inducing him to step quicker behind her.
Throughout the palace, he caught glimpses of the Queen’s other stock. Guards, all of them female, patrolled in pairs, halting and bowing as she passed them. Like the ones that brought him to her, they donned the same armor: a leather corset that was metal plated with a thong bottom and tall leather boots. The corset served the dual purpose of protecting the torso and all the while lifting the ample bosoms. David could only imagine how vicious and deadly they were when they were faced with opponents…distracted male opponents. Their ethnicities were all varied, ranging from the muscle bound Africans to the sleek, cunning Asians.
Every so often he would spy some of her harem; beautiful women, completely nude, traveling in groups of three to four, sometimes accompanied by a mistress. All of them, like the guards, bowed as the Queen brushed by with her presence, and then girlishly eyed David, sometimes giggling afterwards. Despite what had happened to him in the past hours, he still managed to blush.
They ascended many sets of stairs. It seemed the Queen’s chambers were deep in the highest tower, which would only make sense. The long walk finally ended when they stopped before a large set of double doors at the end of the hall. Two guards stood at either side, bowing before opening the gate to her quarters.
David tried to imagine how Queen Cleopatra would live, and he wasn’t too far off. The doors swung into a single large room, just the right size to be considered luxurious and not empty. Silk hangings dangled from the ceiling in various shades of pink and gold. One section of the wall was an intricate waterfall that babbled down quietly into a small pool. Another wall held a set of vanities, covered with bottles and drawers.
On either side of the room were doors, each ajar to reveal their contents. David saw that one was a bathroom, carved from pure, shiny stone, the edge of a large bath visible through the crack. The other was a wardrobe that spanned deep into the wall.
A balcony overlooking the city encompassed a large portion of the outer wall, soft curtains of silk gently fluttering in the warm breeze. Before that sat the largest thing in the room: the Queen’s bed. Made up perfectly in golden sheets and dozens of pillows, it could easily hold at least 5 people side by side with room to spare. Around the headboard, David noticed hooks and rings and wondered just how far the Queen took her bondage.
The guards shut the door to the chamber with a dull thud.
“Do you like my quarters, slave?” The Queen asked.
David grunted and nodded, still taking the magnificent room in. Cleopatra undid the small tassel of her silk jacket that hung near her belly then let the thin cloth fall from her body. She caught it, then draped it over the back of a small chair, standing once again for the most part nude. Her breasts stared at him, and he could only stare back.
The Queen gave a gentle tug on the leash, willing him closer. “Closer slave…Please your Queen, and you shall spend much time here. It will become your heaven.”
As David drew closer, he once again smelled the intoxicating scent that made his heart beat faster and his cock throb. Now being bound for so long, it settled to a deep shade of red, and every breeze that gusted across the skin of it made him quiver. He was hornier than ever.
But just as he drew closer, and as she gazed deeply into his eyes, she dropped the leash and casually sashayed away, playfully running her finger across the gag, collecting drool. David groaned in surprise, not sure whether to follow her or not. She hadn’t willed him to do anything, and her word was absolute.
Cleopatra walked to a small, short pillar before her bed. On it, on a large silver platter was a cluster of fruit. Ripe oranges, grapes, bananas, pineapple, and other lush exotic fruit lay elegantly stacked. She beckoned to David with a finger, and he walked to her, trying not to step on the trailing leather that was attached to his cock and balls.
“Shall I release your balls and cock?” The Queen questioned lightly, picking up the biggest strawberry David had ever seen. Hypnotically, she brought it to her mouth, teasingly rubbing it over her thick, plush lips and letting her tongue dance and swirl across the red surface. She bit the fruit, and an explosion of juice erupted from it, spurting onto the top of her cleavage. “And perhaps the gag as well?”
David nodded earnestly. The sides of the straps were chafing the corners of his mouth, and his jaw was slowly aching with a hot pain.
“Does it hurt?” she questioned, and again, David nodded. Cleopatra’s face turned sorrowful, full of pity. “Oh, you poor, poor boy. And being, so nice and quiet. I will remove the gag, slave. You will not speak unless I speak directly to you, unless it is to respond to my orders.”
Her will clear, she reached around, unfastening the straps behind his head, then loosened the one under his chin. The saliva coated ball popped out with a small sigh of relief. David swallowed hard.
“Thank you My Queen,” he whispered. This didn’t fall under the order she gave him, but David thought it rude not to say something.
The Queen smiled. “You are welcome, slave. Now stand straight.”
She crouched low and David felt her silken fingertips work the cord around his privates, almost shuddering in relief as they loosened and came off. His cock tingled, already beginning to regain its normal color as the circulation resumed.
The Queen stood before him again. “I seemed to have made a mess on myself, slave. Clean it.”
David froze. His hands were still bound behind him, and did he even dare to touch the Queen? “But, My Queen…I have no water or rags, and my hands are bound…”
She raised an eyebrow. “Then use your tongue. I do not accept excuses.”
David looked down to the crimson streak already drying in the moistureless air. She had made it clear, but was this really happening? Was he about to caress those gorgeous breasts with his own tongue?
Hoping it wasn’t a dream, he stooped, the let his quivering tongue flit out and grace her skin. If her scent was heaven, then so was her taste. The skin of her breast was smooth and supple. The berry juice, mixed with an unidentifiable taste and the salt of her skin danced madly across his taste buds. Up and down the red streak he licked, down the curve, near the areola, then up near the crevice. He tried not to become intoxicated, but soon found himself over licking places where there was no juice. When he stayed as long as he dared on one, he moved to the other, making sure that every trace of red and tiny seeds were gone.
He rose from her breasts, a shiny wet patch of his saliva coating most of the top of them.
“Good boy…” The Queen purred, but David barely heard her, still enjoying her lingering taste. “Would you like a reward?”
That snapped his attention back. “A reward, My Queen?”
“Of course. All of my slaves who do well deserve rewards…unless you disagree?”
“No, My Queen!” he said quickly. “If you wish you give me a reward, then it is your will to do so.”
She brought the uneaten half of the strawberry to his lips. “Taste it slave.” He did so, taking a small bite from the edge. It was sweet and ripe, but nowhere near of what she herself tasted. Once he tasted it, she took it back to her own lips and consumed the rest. “Delicious, no?”
“Yes My Queen, very.”
She kneeled, once again performing that act of submission, yet complete dominance at the same time. David felt her velvety hands circle his still erect cock, and he moaned out loud. Both of her hands coiled around it, she began to pump it forcefully with long strokes, up and down. Every pass down his shaft caused the slit in his head to part slightly, as if it in itself was gasping in pleasure. The earlier handjob forgotten, his balls began to tingle, the muscles in his shaft flexing.
“Where shall I have you come, slave?” The Queen asked teasingly as she continued stroking. “Perhaps you would like to spray my breasts? Or should I give you a second chance at our little wager and just have you coat one of them? No…it is too early yet. Perhaps I should let your cock slide between them, so that it may burst within…”
The visions seemed so real in his head. David could almost sense the heavenly flesh sliding on his cock. His balls clenched and his cock flexed, and he came, shooting a load across the Queen’s cleavage.
“Did I say you could release yourself, slave?” Cleopatra demanded sharply. She squeezed his cock almost to the point of pain and glared up at him before rising.
“I…no, My Queen. It’s just…” David sputtered.
“You will come when I allow you to, and not before!” She reached out and snatched him by the ear, painfully twisting it, then swatted his ass with her hand. David yelped in both surprise and pain.
“I’m sorry My Queen!”
“I did not give you leave to apologize,” she snapped, then pulled his ear, half dragging and half leading him to the foot of her bed. “Bend over!”
David knew better then to argue. He stooped at the waist, leaning over the sheets.
“Now spread your legs…wider!”
He did so as well, spreading until they were two and a half shoulder lengths apart.
“Do not move, or your punishment shall increase tenfold.”
Leaving him to wait, his come still spattered over her breasts, she marched to a vanity and opened a drawer, then reached inside and pulled out a paddle. She returned to him, lightly slapping it in her palm, then placed it over his ass.
“I expect you to take your spanking like a man. Any cries will only prolong it. Is that clear?”
“Y-yes My Queen,” David stuttered, overtaken by the sudden change she had gone through. Then the paddle slapped his ass, hard. He cried out anyway as the blistering heat of the strike spread across his cheek.
“I will have you gagged again slave, if you do not control yourself. If I gave you reason to shout, I would have sent you back to the dungeon. It is your last warning before I gag you and have you whipped.”
“Yes My Queen, I am sorry!” David quickly said, then braced himself.
She slapped again, but David stayed silent. Each strike alternated; first his left cheek, then his right, and then back to his left. He was just getting over the caning she gave him in the dungeon. Now, those lines of planes flamed again, washed over by a tidal wave of heat from the paddle.
He was only on the fourth strike when he had to bite his lip to not shout. Subsequent slaps caused little grunts to escape him, but the Queen either overlooked them, or didn’t hear them altogether. By the time the paddle strikes reached double digits, his eyes were brimming with tears. His ass felt set ablaze with stinging pain.
Just as he felt he could take no more without screaming or breaking down, the strikes ceased, and a cool hand ran over his hot ass.
“Shall I continue slave, or have you learned your lesson?”
“Yes My Queen, I have,” David gasped, trying to control his shuddering voice. “I will not come again without your permission.”
“Very good. On your knees slave.”
David quickly straightened, then fell to his knees. Her hand pressed to his head, gently bowing it, and then guided his face to her belly. Up close, he saw the diamonded studded chain that was pierced through her navel. Her sweet scent filled his nose again, though it was not nearly as potent as it was on her breasts.
“I am not angry with you,” she said softly, stroking the back of his hair. “You are untrained, and will have to suffer such disciplines until you obey my word perfectly. You desire to obey me, no?”
“Yes My Queen, I do. Thank you for giving me the chance to.”
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