Imagine you're a servant at the castle, and you notice that I, the prince, am rather clumsy but never get scolded for it. On the other hand every little mistake you make is closely scrutinized and punished harshly. It gets on your nerves more and more, until one day you're blamed for something I did, and of course, punished harshly for it. That night, stewing in your anger, you snap. You sneak your way up to my room, fully intent on forcing me to tell everyone it was actually my fault and not yours. You see me sleeping peacefully, and climb your way on top of me, shaking me to wake me up. I sit up, startled, and ask you what the hell you think you're doing, you will definitely be punished for thi- I am silenced by your hand over my mouth as you harshly tell me how unfair it is that I've never been punished, and how you're going to fix that.
At first you just intended to beat me up a bit, not near as harsh as the punishments you've had to endure but surely it would relieve some stress. But then your knee moves just right to lightly grind against my clothed pussy and I let out a shocked little whimper. You stop, but then smirk and do it some more, teasing me for whimpering underneath a servant like this. How pitiful I look trying desperately to get the friction back when you move your knee just a bit. You tell me if I beg for it, I can have your knee back, and beg I do, whining and whimpering under you, grinding helplessly against your knee. You teasingly ask me "Does his highness want to be touched?" As you ghost your fingers over my cunt, teasing my sensitive tdick through my underwear. You tug them down and make me beg for your fingers, make me admit that I'm a clumsly little slut of a prince, longing for the touch of a commoner. First one, then two fingers in me as you feel yourself get worked up as well. Then suddenly you take them out, I whine at you, you grip my hair harshly and guide my head to where you've unbuttoned your pants to reveal your hard cock/strap and whisper "Suck. It's the only lube you're gonna get your majesty so put that mouth to good use". Your hands grip my hair, thrusting yourself into my mouth recklessly, this is a punishment after all, it only really matters if you're enjoying it. After a bit you pull out and tell me to get on all fours, lining yourself up at the entrance to my boypussy, you thrust in all at once, not stop til you've bottomed out inside me. Eventually you flip me around to make me face you, pleased with the tears streaming down my face as I tell you how good you feel inside, begging you for more, to go harder. You tell me how unbecoming of a prince it is to say such things, don't I have any shame? What would the other nobles think if they saw me right now, all spread and eager to be fucked by a servant? Of course, because you're just sooooo nice, you'll keep how muxh of a royal slut the prince is a secret, in exchange I should let you do this to me whenever you feel like it. And I agree, to pleasure drunk to even fully comprehend what I've just said yes to.
The next day you do your work happily, and of course you have a few 'audiences' with me whenever your task gets frustrating and you need some stress relief. The day ends with my legs all shaky as you guide me up to my bedchambers, knowing full well you aren't just sending me diligently off to bed.
