In the stark, unforgiving light of the room, Princess Natalie stands over the sl*ve, Her body radiating an aura of unquestionable dominance. The sl*ve is already positioned on the table, wrists cuffed securely to the sides, its face aligned perfectly for Her use. She doesn’t bother with preliminaries; She straddles its face with a fluid, confident motion, Her p*ssy descending onto its mouth with a wet, audible smack.

"You make good human furniture, sl*ve," She remarks, Her voice dripping with disdain. "Both as a chair and a p*ssy pleaser. You’d better make Me c*m at least three times, or I’ll sm*sh your worthless b*lls into the table." She begins to move, Her hips grinding against its face with a br*tal, relentless rhythm. She can feel its tongue working desperately, trying to please Her, but She cares l*ttle for its efforts. "It feels so good to f*ck your face like the dildo it is," She murmurs, Her voice a sultry purr as She uses it for Her pleasure.

She grabs its head with both hands, Her fingers tangling in its hair as She holds it firmly in place. She f*cks its face with savage abandon, Her hips moving faster as Her arousal builds. She can feel the slick heat of its saliva mingling with Her own wetness, the mixture dripping down its chin and pooling on the table beneath. The sound of its muffled groans and the wet, obscene noises of Her p*ssy against its mouth fill the room, a symphony of its degradation and Her dominance.

She shifts Her position, turning around to straddle its face reverse cowgirl style, Her p*ssy grinding against its mouth as She begins to move again. She leans forward, Her hands pressing against the table for leverage as She rides its face with renewed vigor. She can feel Her *rgasm building, Her body trembling as She reaches the peak of Her pleasure. With a loud moan, She c*ms, Her body convulsing as waves of pleasure wash over Her. She stays like that for a moment, Her body trembling as She rides out Her *rgasm, Her p*ssy pulsing against its mouth.

She stands, Her body glistening with sweat as She looks down at the sl*ve. Its face is flushed, slick with Her juices and its own saliva. She smirks, knowing the power She holds over it. She straddles its face again, this time facing its feet. She lowers Herself onto it, Her p*ssy sealing to its mouth as She begins to grind against it once more. She can feel its tongue working tirelessly, its breath hot against Her sensitive flesh. She moans loudly, Her body trembling as She chases Her next *rgasm.

She leans back, Her hands pressing against its chest for support as She f*cks its face with wild abandon. She can feel Her pleasure building, Her body trembling as She reaches the peak of Her desire. With a loud cry, She c*ms again, Her body convulsing as waves of pleasure wash over Her. She grinds against its face, Her p*ssy pulsing as She rides out Her *rgasm, smearing Her sweet-smelling juices all over its face like a snail trail.

She stands, Her body glistening with sweat as She looks down at the sl*ve. Its face is coated in Her juices, its body still trembling with unspent desire. She smirks, knowing that She has complete control over it. She reaches down, Her fingers tangling in its hair as She grips its head firmly. She pulls it up slightly, Her p*ssy still pressed against its mouth as She begins to move again. She f*cks its face with savage abandon, Her hips moving faster as She chases Her final *rgasm.

With a loud cry, She c*ms for the third time, Her body convulsing as waves of pleasure wash over Her. She grinds against its face, Her p*ssy pulsing as She rides out Her *rgasm, smearing Her juices all over its face. She stays like that for a moment, Her body trembling as She catches Her breath. Finally, She stands, Her body glistening with sweat as She looks down at the sl*ve. Its face is flushed, coated in Her juices, its body still trembling with unspent desire. She smirks, knowing that She has complete control over it.

"You should consider yourself lucky, sl*ve," She says, Her voice dripping with condescension. "Not many are granted the privilege of tasting Me, of having My sweet p*ssy juices smeared all over their worthless face. You will stew in My essence for the rest of the night. Do not dare wash it off. Let it serve as a reminder of who owns you, of who you exist to please."

She turns and walks away, Her hips swaying slightly as She leaves it to its thoughts, its body still bound and at Her mercy. The sl*ve remains on the table, its body bound and helpless, its face glistening with Her juices. It watches Her go, its chest heaving with ragged breaths, its c*ck throbbing with unfulfilled desire. But it knows better than to disobey. It will remain there, a living testament to Her power, a pathetic creature marked by Her divine pleasure.

As the night wears on, the sl*ve is left alone with its thoughts, its body aching and its mind consumed by the mesmerizing scent of Her. It knows it is nothing more than a tool for Her use, a plaything for Her amusement. And as the hours p*ss, it will remain there, bound and helpless, a living, breathing monument to Her supremacy.

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