I watch my own reflection in the mirror. I look like a fuck toy waiting for my owner to come play with me. The prince’s private doll to do as he wishes.

While he’s away doing important prince stuff, I’m waiting here naked and vulnerable, with a metal cock jammed inside me. In this position, nobody else can touch my pussy without his permission—not even me.

There are shackles around my ankles, but the chains are loose. What’s really keeping me in place is this… thing between my legs.

It’s a metal stick with a round base to balance it on the ground. It looks a lot like one of those stainless steel posts that people hang ropes on and use as barriers for lines at the bank or at the movies.

The difference is, there’s a dildo at the top of this particular post, and it’s inside my pussy.

There’s a lever somewhere to adjust the height of the post. But I can’t bend down low enough to reach it with the dildo sitting upright inside me, and my hands are tied behind my back anyway.

The door clicks open, somewhere behind me. I can’t see the door in the mirror, and I’m not allowed to look behind me.

“You look beautiful when you’re like that,” James says, emerging from the darkness and coming into my field of vision in the mirror.

“Thank you, Sir,” I say.

“You seem like you’re enjoying yourself,” he says as he steps closer. “That pole is drenched with your juices.”

“Yes, Sir.”

Did he see me trying to slide myself up and down this pole? My pussy was soaking wet from anticipation, and I couldn’t help myself.

Prince James walks slowly around me, his eyes roaming all over my body from all angles. He’s acting like a predator circling its prey. “You’ve been good. You were facing the mirror the whole time, just like I told you to.”

I have no doubt he had a camera or two watching my movements.

“I want you to see I what I see when I look at you.” He stops right behind me. Staring back at me in the mirror, he says, “I want you to strip away everything from outside yourself. I want you to see yourself without all that stuff weighing you down, until you’re just a body with human instincts. Until all that’s left is how your body feels with those restraints locking you in place and that metal cock inside your pussy.”

James’ arms wrap around me. His hands look big and dark over my belly. I hold my breath as he drags his fingers lightly down my abdomen, over my mound, and onto my pussy lips.

“You deserve a reward for being such a good girl,” he whispers in my ear.

As he kisses my neck, his skillful fingers find my clit. I moan at his touch. More wetness drips out of my pussy and glides down the shiny post between my legs.

“Fuck yourself with the metal cock in your pussy,” he says as he watches me intently through the mirror. Something hot and hard grazes against my hands, which are tied together behind me. He’s sporting an erection, just from the sight of me.

My mouth is wide open, letting my ragged breaths and gasps through. My face is flushed red and my eyebrows are pulled together in concentration. I look like a woman in heat.

The prince knows I’m a goner at this point. He knows I’ll do whatever he tells me to.

So I do. I lower myself onto the metal dildo and glide back up again, grinding myself against James’ hand on my clit.

“Come for me,” he whispers as he rubs his hard-on against my hands.

He strokes my clit more insistently and bites on the flesh of my neck, making me explode at his hand. I shudder and shake, leaning back against his sturdy chest, as his fingers apply gentle pressure on the hood of my clit to prolong my climax.

I’ve learned to follow Prince James’ commands so closely that I don’t know what has pushed me over the edge. Was it the physical sensations, or was it his words, telling me to come?

All I know is I want to make him feel good too. I want to serve him and bring him pleasure, to show my gratitude for the orgasm he has just given me.

I can feel how hard he is through his pants, and I want to touch it. I want to feel it without anything between us.

“May I please suck your cock, Sir?” I ask boldly.

I’ve never actually done anything like that before. But the prince has gone down on me multiple times, and it’s time I repay the favor.

Besides, getting on my knees to serve the prince sexually? I have a feeling I’m going to enjoy it.

“Of course,” James says, a smile spreading across his gorgeous face.

He crouches down and fiddles with something on the base of the post, then he lowers it, pulling the dildo out of my pussy. It suddenly feels empty and I crave being filled up again… but that’s not up to me.

“Get on your knees,” the prince says.

The metal chains attached to the shackles around my ankle drag over the wooden floor as I adjust my position. The floor feels hard and cold on my knees.

The prince steps right in front of me, until his crotch is only inches away from my face. When I look up at him, he’s smirking. His hands are deftly undoing his belt buckle and his fly.

Then, he pulls his cock out. It’s thick and veiny, and I can almost see it throbbing.

“Stick out your tongue,” he orders.

There’s a drop of clear liquid that has formed at the tip, and I lick it up. His cock twitches at when my tongue touches it, and the prince lets out a groan.

“Open your mouth.” He wraps his hand around his cock, shuttling his fist up and down. “And look at me.”

I do as he says, and he puts his cock inside my mouth. It tastes like salt and sex. His gaze, usually stern and piercing, clouds over with pleasure and lust.

With my hands still tied behind my back, I can only use my mouth. My lips slide down James’ shaft as I take him deeper, inch by inch. My tongue darts up and down, feeling the texture of his velvety skin.

I don’t know what I’m doing, but the prince seems to be enjoying this.

He’s trapped my gaze, looking down at me like he owns me. With my limbs restrained and his cock in my mouth, I can’t deny it. He completely, totally owns my body. I’m literally kneeling at his feet by my own will.

He grabs my hair and says, “Stay still and let me fuck your mouth. Open wide.”

I let the prince hold me by the hair and slide his cock in and out of my mouth. His skin rubs against my lips, wetting it with my own saliva. He gets deeper and deeper with every thrust. “Take a breath and hold it.”

The prince pushes further, and he pokes at the back of my throat, making me gag. He pulls away just enough to let me breathe, than he says, “Let’s try that again.”

I take a deep breath and look up at him in submission.

I trust him. And I want to do this for him.

He slides inside my mouth smoothly. I know what’s about to happen now, so I prepare myself when he reaches my throat, relaxing my muscles so he can slip inside.

This feels strange, and I can’t breathe. But the prince groans while his hand pulls at my hair.

I can do this. It’s not a pleasant feeling in my throat, but I’m getting wetter by the second.

Being on my knees on the floor while suffering for his pleasure… It turns out this is one of those things that inexplicably cause tingles between my legs. I literally would rather massage his cock with my throat than use it to breathe.

“Your throat is so fucking tight.” James pulls out of me. I take a few deep breaths before he thrusts back in. He repeats this a few times, groaning every time his cock stretches my throat.

Without any warning, the prince lays me down. He spreads my legs open wide and pulls me until the chains are taut. They pull at the shackles around my ankles now, forcing my legs apart. My hands behind my back make it impossible for me to lay flat on the floor.

Prince James watches me with his blue eyes darkened by desire. “Are you ready for my cock?”

“Yes, Sir.”

“Good. Because I was going to fuck you anyway.” James gets on his knees between my legs and pushes his cock inside me. He chuckles. “Looks like I shouldn’t have worried,” he says, “because you’re already soaking wet for me.”

As soon as he gets all the way in, my body starts to shudder, still sensitive from the orgasm he just gave me minutes ago. I gasp in some air.

I want to wrap my legs around him, and put my hands on his brawny shoulders. I want to pull him closer and urge him on. But with my limbs restrained, I can only lie down and take what he’s giving me.

“Looks like you’re close, sweetheart,” he says. He picks up his pace, fucking me hard and fast as he leans down over me. He wraps his hand around my neck as he continues to thrust into me. “Come. Come on my cock.”

At his command, I shatter. I lose control of my body, giving it all up to him. I shake and quiver, my tits rocking back and forth as the prince fucks me relentlessly.

Finally, he plunges all the way in and grinds against me, flooding my insides, branding me as his with his lust.

As James pulls himself out of me, his warm, thick come drips down onto the floor. He removes the bindings around my wrists so I can straighten my back, then he lies down beside me.

“That was amazing,” he says, still breathing heavily from the physical exertion. “You’re amazing.” He strokes my hair and gazes at me. There’s a tenderness in his eyes today that wasn’t there before.

I smile, not knowing how to respond. We’ve been fucking a lot, but this feels more intimate somehow.

“Do you really have to leave?” he asks. “Maybe I’ll just lock all the doors and make you stay here forever.”

“You can’t do that,” I say, a little too quickly.

Prince James seems taken aback by the force of my response.

“You can’t do that,” I repeat more calmly. “My family’s waiting for me. They’ll get worried.”

“Your family. You mean the one that let you come here to be imprisoned by a strange man?”

“That’s not fair and you know it,” I snap. I can’t believe that only moments ago I would’ve given this man anything he wanted.

“Okay, okay,” he concedes defeat.

For a moment that feels like forever, we both lie there on the floor, busy with our own thoughts, watching dust particles float through the sliver of light that’s shining in through the gap between the curtains.

“Don’t you like it here?” Prince James asks.

I think about the question for a while. “It’s not that I dislike being here,” I say softly. “It’s just that I’m not here by choice, and I don’t have the option to leave if I want to.”

The prince grows quiet. Is he offended or something?

I can’t believe he doesn’t get it. Hasn’t he ever considered it from my perspective?

Sure, he’s my Dominant and I’m his Submissive. And I’m perfectly fine with that when it comes to the fucking.

But I’m not so comfortable with those dynamics outside of the bedroom.

We can’t communicate with each other like regular adults. We’re not equals. We never will be, as long as I’m his prisoner.

It has been so long since I’ve seen anyone else, since I had anyone to talk to, other than Prince James. Sure, there’s Albert, but he and the rest of the staff at Ardglass Palace are always busy. They’re here to work, after all.

That isolation makes me wonder if… if maybe the butterflies in my stomach and the tingles in my core when I see James aren’t about love, or affection, or even attraction. Maybe it’s just because he’s the only human being I talk to on a day-to-day basis.

Even though my heart longs to stay in this place, by the prince’s side, I can’t trust myself. Not until I have my freedom back. Not until I meet other people and see if I still feel the same way about Prince James.

I can’t wait to see my family again. I wonder if they’re doing well. Are they looking for me? Are they worried about me?

Hey, wait a minute, maybe I can find out how they’re doing without leaving this palace.

James was very clear that I wasn’t supposed to have any contact with the outside world in the beginning. But given what he has just said, I can safely assume that he’s at least fond of me. And maybe he’d be more lenient this time.

“Um, it’s been a long while since I saw my family,” I say, breaking the silence as my heart beats rapidly in my chest. “Do you think I could give them another phone call, or at least see them on your surveillance system?”

“Sure.”