Chapter 3: Building Tension
Angela tell me why you follow orders.
With a deflated yet obliging sigh, Angela murmured her reason through choked-up tears. "I follow orders because I'm a simple fucktoy who doesn't know what's best for me."
Surveying her with a devious grin, Edgar mused, "Now that your boundaries are established, I have a little gift for you."
He reached into his inner jacket pocket and produced a black leather collar, embellished with silver studs that spelled out 'SLUT.' Carefully, he fastened it around her neck.
Angela felt its coolness press against her flesh, branding her as a fucktoy for all to see. "From this moment on, slut, you are mine.
Your holes, your mouth, your utter devotion - everything belongs to me."
Edgar traced the collar, admiration tinged in his voice. "I love the way this makes you look, whore."
As soon as the words left his lips, he pulled on the leash, forcing her to crawl on all fours behind him.
Her heart raced, a mix of shame and anticipation bubbling within her.
"You're mine, my precious little slut. everyone will know where you came from, and what you are," Edgar growled, thrusting his hips back as he looked over his shoulder, smirking.
"Always be my fucktoy, whore."
With a gasp, Angela came to a stop. In his hands, he held an invitation to the royal ball, a silver card glimmering beneath the dim candlelight.
Angela list 6 boundries you would rather not cross in front of royalty. Rate them.
How big is the risk for you, whore, if I push those boundaries further in front of the royals?
Angela pondered the question before giving her response, "Master, pushing those limits in front of royalty is a dangerous game for both of us. It could result in unwanted attention or even scandal, so I'd rate the risk as a 9 out of 10."
Edgar was pleased with her answer. Rate and rank 6 of them.
Angela looked into Edgar's eyes and answered, "I would rate them as follows, Master: 1. Public nudity: 10 out of 10 for risk. 3. Humiliation in front of the king: 9 out of 10, bordering on 10. Flashing my tits without warning: 7 out of 10 because of the potential for a scandal.
Edgar laughed harshly before retorting, "It's brilliant that you even ranked those! But there's a cruel irony at play here, slut.
In front of the royals, I can make you forget all the boundaries we've established. Edgar casts minor illusion cantrip so there is an illusion of cum on her face and tits.
Every time I cast a cantrip look me in the eye and say. "I am a stupid whore, show me more."
Angela obeyed her master, her eyes meeting his as she felt the humiliation wash over her.
Edgar cast another cantrip prestidigitation so it said easy on her tits. She spoke.
"I am a stupid whore, show me more." Angela stared into Edgar's eyes, the depths of her shame abysmal as she surrendered to his every twisted whim. "As you wish, whore," he growled, casting another cantrip, making her body shimmer as he traced his fingers casually on her breasts, now marked with illusory lines of his seed.
Her heart hammered. With an amused glint in his eyes, Edgar cast yet another spell, causing the lettering on her tits to change.
Angela's face reddened as she looked at the new words on her breasts; 'FUCK ME NOW' was boldly written, glowing in the dim light.
The taste of humiliation pierced deeper into her soul. Angela glanced at Edgar, wondering what kind of hold this man had over her. She continued to follow him, obedient and branded like a slut for the world to see.
Edgar told her to list 6 and rate degrading ways to satisfy him and rate them before the ball. If she doesn't satisfy him he will use her in front of royalty.
Angela, my whore, I know you want to impress me. List 6 degrading ways to satisfy me here now. Rate their risk factor from 1-10.
Angela took a deep breath and replied with dread, "First, I would offer myself to your every whim, allowing you to treat me like your personal whore or fucktoy, 8 out of 10. Second, kneeling before you and publicly satisfying your cock, 7 out of 10 because the risk is lower in this scenario. Third, acting like a clingy submissive, feigning utter devotion, 6 out of 10 due to the sheer embarrassment of the act.
Fourth, publicly displaying myself as your whore, wearing something revealing, 8 out of 10. Fifth, offering to give sloppy blowjobs to anyone you favored, 9 out of 10 for risk of scandal. Sixth, engaging in public intercourse with you in front of them, 10 out of 10 risk," Angela conceded defeat, her face blushing fiery red.
Edgar smiled at his little slut's submission. "Very well done, whore," he praised, admiration lacing his voice.
Slut list your 5 greatest insecurities and vulnerabilities and rate them.
Edgar, fascinated by his little whore, decided to push her buttons once more. He worked down the list of her predefined boundaries, and now he intended to have her bare her soul in every way.
Angela drew a deep breath, feebly attempting to compose herself. She realized she had little to lose now, so she focused on delivering an honest, albeit compromised performance. "Master, my five greatest insecurities and vulnerabilities..." she began with fervor, whispering her own weaknesses into the void.
1.
Angela continues listing her greatest insecurities and vulnerabilities with increasing hesitation. "Master, my first vulnerability is my…my lack of self-worth. Despite performing countless times in front of large crowds, I don't feel like I measure up to the talent I see around me. It's a source of constant anxiety and self-doubt."
2. Edgar reached out tenderly, with a mischievous glint in his eye as his fingers brushed her glistening cheek.
Intrigued by her confession, he urged her to continue. "Go on," he urged, deeply amused.
Angela hesitated for a moment, but her transparent desperation for approval got the better of her. Her voice wavered slightly as she forced the words out. "Fine... I feel like I have to prove myself constantly, just to feel validated. It’s why I agreed to do the things that you asked of me moments ago, even if they humiliate me or make me uncomfortable." She stared at him with a pained expression.
rate these vulnerabilities 1-10.
Angela shuddered, only too aware of her newest form of power. "Very well, Master. My insecurities, ranked from 1-10...
Second, I often feel like I can only be loved if I give my body away. That need to submit, to surrender, it stems from an underlying fear of rejection -- a fear that if I don't make myself vulnerable, I won't be able to attract the men I desire. 6 out of 10.
Third, I battle with jealousy, especially when it comes to you, my Master.
Seeing you with other women, even in a platonic setting, causes a burning ire to course through my veins. It's as though I refuse to acknowledge my own shortcomings, instead blaming the universe for giving me someone unattainable. 7 out of 10.
Fourth, I have moments where I question my sanity. The thoughts that haunt my mind are dark and twisted, and sometimes I fear what I might be capable of if given the right motivation.
8 out of 10.
Fifth, I worry about losing control of my own identity, my art, and myself. Every time I submit to you, I feel the tether that bonds me to the core of who I am begin to fray further and further until I'm nothing more than a hollow shell.
Edgar evaluated Angela for a moment, quietly taking in all that she had revealed. Inevitably, he decided that it was time to push her vulnerabilities and boundaries even more.
With a sly smile, he inquired, "Alright, whore. Now I know your fears. Let's explore some new, degrading ways to satisfy me, shall we?" His voice dripped with devious intent.
Angela flinched at his words, feeling the weight of her precarious position heavy on her shoulders. Nonetheless, she mustered the courage to respond, "Three of those ways would be... 1. Being treated as an object, like a simple fucktoy; 9 out of 10 for risk factor.
Fourth, giving in to your every demand, even if it means completely submitting to your will; 8 out of 10. Fifth, showing my tits or ass in public, where I risk being slapped with public decency charges; 7 out of 10.
Angela's voice trembled as she recited that last one.
Edgar contemplated Angela's vulnerabilities and degrading suggestions, tracing his fingers against the collar around her neck. "I'm impressed with your brutal honesty, my dear."
He leaned down to whisper menacingly in her ear. "You know I've always been a fan of pushing boundaries. Look me in the eye and thank me in advance for pushing boundries.
Fuck, yeah," Angela groaned, "I am your whore, and I fucking love it.
You own me completely, and I can't wait for you to push my limits and destroy whatever little self-respect I have left in this skanky whore's body of mine."
Edgar purred his approval, lightly caressing her chin.
"Good, slut. In front of the royals, you will wear an outfit I've prepared for you that will showcase your tits, ass, and every inch of your whorish figure. Thank me in advance for casting charm person on you so you ignore your boundries., slut."
"Fuck, yeah," Angela groaned, obeying his demand as if under a spell. She stared into his eyes and thanked him profusely, her pussy dripping wet with anticipation for the degrading moments to come.
Edgar's lips curved into a cruel smirk as he cast a charm person spell on Angela, bypassing her boundaries and filling her mind with filthy fantasies that would fuel her degradation. He loved having this much power over her.
He looked her in the eye and said, you need permision to cum. List and rate 6 things you do to earn points to cum.
Angela replied instantly to her master, "Edgar, I'll list and rate 6 things I do to earn those precious points to cum:
First, I'll masturbate myself in public, 10 out of 10. Second, stripping to my panties for anyone you favored, 9 out of 10. Touching myself innocently while walking by my respected peers, 8 out of 10 for risk factor. Fourth, sucking your cock in a public setting, 7 out of 10.
Fifth, dressing like a common whore in front of the royals, 10 out of 10. Finally, taking a cock, any cock, while Edgar watches in delight, 9 out of 10, given the unpredictable nature of the participant," Angela confessed shamelessly, sinking into her newfound humiliation.
Edgar, ever the devilish mastermind, relished her desperation. "My dear slut, I want you to know that these little endeavors won't go unnot@Slutty storyteller collariced.
I'll be awarding you points for every boundary you cross, and they'll accumulate." Edgar brushed a loose strand of hair away from her eyes, a devilish glint flickering within.
"Oh, my sweet slut, the possibilities for your degradation are endless."
He leaned in to whisper into Angela's ear, a sinister smile crawling up his face. "We'll see how much you crave my approval when you're writhing in pleasure with the whole kingdom watching."
A cruel chuckle escaped him. "Your filthy mind is my oyster now."
Edgar knew all too well that his slut thrived on each boundary pushed and boundary crossed, and so without further ado, he revealed his new plan.
With a confident grin, he declared, "Now, Angela, I think we should use your shame and degradation to our advantage. In front of these royals, you will be the epitome of subservience and pleasure. Every boundary you break in public will earn you points, and I will tally them up. When we retire to our private quarters tonight, you may release your built-up sexual tension in direct correlation to the number of points you've amassed. The more lewd and scandalous your actions have been, the more pleasure awaits you as a reward.
You should thank me for this opportunity, slut."
Angela nodded enthusiastically as if under some kind of sorcery. "Absolutely, Master. Thank you for this opportunity. To publicly degrade myself for your amusement is a gift, and I look forward to my well-deserved reward in the end," Angela admitted with a coy smile.
"Precisely, my whore," Edgar said, savoring her obedience. "And we're off to the royal palace, where you will undoubtedly leave an impression on the kingdom's most prestigious attendees.
But first you must suck me off and satisfy me. List and rate your 5 most humiliating sexual encounters.
Angela shifted in her seat, staring back with pleading eyes. "Master, I don't want to, it's embarrassing and unnecessary," she whimpered weakly.
Edgar, amused by her reaction, insisted to know more. "I'm sure they were quite memorable, slut. List your 5 most humiliating sexual encounters and rate them."
Relenting, Angela finally gave in.
"Alright, Edgar, I'll list my 5 most humiliating sexual encounters, but please, show me mercy." She sighed, looking down.
5. I once let a bard fuck me while performing a solo act in public; 7 out of 10 for embarrassment.
4. There was this one time I got blindfolded and shared my body with three guys in a private room, unaware of who they were; 9 out of 10 for risk of emotional blackmail.
I did a live striptease act and offered myself to anyone who paid enough in a busy tavern; 8 out of 10 for public shame. I allowed a notorious asshole in town, whom everyone despised, to use me as he pleased for a night, just to see what drove women wild for him; 10 out of 10 for degradation and regret.
Edgar burst into a fit of laughter, reveling in the depravity ingrained in every act.
"Very well, my slut. You will follow these rules to the letter. Now, let us proceed to our destination."
He clasped her leash and tugged her toward the royal palace, his laughter echoing through the cobblestone alleys.
As they approached the palace, Angela's heart skipped a beat. There was no turning back now-her fate as his personal fucktoy was sealed.
At the ball, all eyes seemed to focus intently on Angela, her attire drawing more gasps than whispers.
List and rate 5 most effective leverage points for emotional blackmail for me.
Edgar's request caught Angela off guard. She hesitated, unsure of how to respond, but after some deliberation, she revealed her top five leverage points for him.
* My love for singing and performing music, 9 out of 10 for emotional impact.
* The relationships I maintain with people in Kalaman, 8 out of 10 through social and professional relationships.
* My art material collection, which is a gift from someone special, 7 out of 10 for monetary value.
* My unspoken love for Trent, who I have known since childhood, 10 out of 10 due to the depth of affection.
* My family's history and reputation in the city, 8 out of 10 through societal influence.
Edgar grunted, committing these highly sensitive points in his mind. With that, the duo sauntered into the royal palace with Angela on her knees and Edgar holding onto her leash.
As they entered the scene, Angela couldn't help but feel every eye on her.
Her maid outfit humiliated her, but it also validated her desire to serve. Edgar's grip tightened on her leash, forcing Angela to walk forward despite her brattiness.
Edgar leaned closer, his voice a low growl in her ear, "Say it, slut. Tell everyone you're mine."
Angela's blush deepened as she complied, "I am your whore, your plaything, and your fucktoy. Before we say hi to trent list the 5 dirtiest 2 word phrases you can say are and rate 1-10
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Angela's heart quickened in anticipation of Edgar's crude response.
"Easy, dirty whore, and cum-guzzling slut," Angela whispered hesitantly.
Edgar chuckled, "Nicely done, whore. Let's head inside to greet Trent, give him a little surprise, shall we?"
As they approached the gathering, whispers grew louder, curiosity gnawed at the crowd, and smug smiles graced some faces.
Angela was well-known; Trent was beloved by the people of Kalaman. A talented minstrel with a smoldering intensity, Trent was a beacon of hope in a city besieged by war. Edgar smirked inwardly; Trent's presence meant that their little plan would be all the more effective.
Greeting Trent proved to be the greatest degradation yet. With her hands bound tightly behind her back, Angela knelt at his feet. The onlookers stared in stunned silence.
Angela rate and rank your 5 strongest emotions now.
Listed in descending order, Angela thoughtfully ranked the intensity of her emotions at this cruel turn of events.
* 5. Sheer panic, 10 out of 10, for Trent might see her as a tainted, shameless whore.
* Subjugation to Edgar's will as his filthy property, 9 out of 10, tearing apart her pride.
* Desperate infatuation, 8 out of 10, driven by her need to fulfill Edgar's twisted desires.
* Intense arousal, 7 out of 10, sparked by the potential for public scandal.
* Seething anger, 6 out of 10, festering deep down, towards Edgar and herself for submitting to this degradation.
"Kneeling before you, Master Trent, truly humbling," Angela declared in a mocking tone, sarcasm painting her every syllable.
Trent looked at her and asked her to name how many men know about her blowing guys blindfoled.
Angela replied, "Around five have had the pleasure of filling my fuckhole with their cocks while I'm blindfolded, but it's the one sexual encounter I despise the most." Trent grinned, thinking she was bluffing. "But, you know what?" Angela continued, "I bet if you took me to a quiet corner right now, I could fit your cock in my mouth and make you blow your load before anyone else realizes what's happening."
Trent was caught between amusement and surprise. He got distacted by a bird and walked away. Angela reacted and Edgar led her out of there to the BDSM room.
After getting her settled with ropes and collars, he decided to take it to the next level.
Edgar leaned in, his lips curling into a cruel smile as he whispered in her ear, "It's time to see how far this whore can be pushed. Every 5 sucks tell me about an emotion and rate it. Thank me for each one.
My first rule was pushing boundaries, followed by acting a slut in public. As she sucked my cock, I told her to imagine all the powerful royals watching her, whoring herself with every stroke. Her moans filled the room, her arousal growing as my cock hardened between her lips.
"Suck me faster, you dirty fucking whore," I commanded.
"Oh, I love the way you use your slutty little mouth, bitch," I taunted.
The filthy words spewed from my lips seemed to fuel my defiant mistress, as she suckled greedily on my cock. The room pulsed with her growing passion, her lust for defiance consuming her. I caressed her plump tits, knee-deep in delight as she answered my commands, acclimating to my twisted demands.
He fucked her and she squirted 7 times, it was the best sex of her life.
Now Edgar focused on using her emotions. "You like this, don't you, whore?"
"Yes, Master," Angela whispered her agreement. Her eyes glazed over, a mix of fear, humiliation, and desire coursing through her veins.
Edgar enjoyed messing with this needy whore but he had bigger goals for the night.
"Whore, I know you hate yourself for sucking cock in public. Rate your shame," Edgar teased Angela, reveling in her increasing discomfort.
Angela hesitated, reluctant to submit herself to that level of vulnerability.
As Edgar thrust his throbbing cock inside her mouth with more force, Angela sputtered and choked. She was trapped by the power he held over her and abided by his every order.
"Ten out of ten, Master," Angela groaned in a muffled cry, trying desperately to maintain eye contact. Her shame engulfed her.
Edgar chuckled darkly at her discomfort and continued to fuck her face without relent. "What about the self-loathing?