03-07-2024, 03:58 PM
(This post was last modified: 03-07-2024, 04:42 PM by SilentFeather.)
Ellis kept his eyes lowered, speaking softly with a muttering, bowing his head to further address the maid who was helping adorn him in clothing. "Thank you, Miss. I appreciate your assistance in helping me dress."
As the maid had further assisted with leading, Ellis followed, lingering a few steps behind (about two steps, to be exact) to provide the space necessary for breathing room.
Ellis swallowed upon entering the throne room, his small, yet protruding adam's apple being noticeable as he laid his eyes upon the Tyrant, or by name as he now knew of, King Gideon. His Master. He was aroused, and became moist between his exposed feminine lips, breasted nipples hardened like pure granite, resisting the urge to hiss in painful pleasure as they brushed against the flimsy fabric of his see-through, lacy, dress, and although he wished to conceal himself he did not, enduring the showing of himself, shamefully, very much immediately as he gazed up at the raw powered male, Gideon.
"Y-Yes King Gideon. As you wish" He responded with a blurt, respectfully, throat desert-dry, feeling an urge to fade or be tiny as his puny, petite form cowered, doing such upon sensing the aura that seemed to suffocate and tease him at the same time, quivering ever so pathetically before him as he descended to a position of kneeling, lowering himself to the floor, first bending his knees, then crouching over so his hands followed suite, also touching, and spreading out upon it, palms down and flat, flush against the cold palace ground.
As the maid had further assisted with leading, Ellis followed, lingering a few steps behind (about two steps, to be exact) to provide the space necessary for breathing room.
Ellis swallowed upon entering the throne room, his small, yet protruding adam's apple being noticeable as he laid his eyes upon the Tyrant, or by name as he now knew of, King Gideon. His Master. He was aroused, and became moist between his exposed feminine lips, breasted nipples hardened like pure granite, resisting the urge to hiss in painful pleasure as they brushed against the flimsy fabric of his see-through, lacy, dress, and although he wished to conceal himself he did not, enduring the showing of himself, shamefully, very much immediately as he gazed up at the raw powered male, Gideon.
"Y-Yes King Gideon. As you wish" He responded with a blurt, respectfully, throat desert-dry, feeling an urge to fade or be tiny as his puny, petite form cowered, doing such upon sensing the aura that seemed to suffocate and tease him at the same time, quivering ever so pathetically before him as he descended to a position of kneeling, lowering himself to the floor, first bending his knees, then crouching over so his hands followed suite, also touching, and spreading out upon it, palms down and flat, flush against the cold palace ground.
I, Silent Feather once thought that my life was just one long merry go round, mundane, repetitive, and just plain boresome but after meeting my beloved Nitrogen, all were changed. And as such had changed me, and when I mean that I mean for the positive, greater of a person I have become, a woman.
A full grown, bonafide Madame.
A full grown, bonafide Madame.