Princess Jenny stood before her loyal subject, a once proud and strong knight now reduced to a miserable, humiliated face-sitting slave. His previous duty had been to serve and protect her, yet here he was, at her mercy. The princess's striking emerald eyes gleamed with mischief as she surveyed the pathetic figure before her.
"There you are again, you little bastard," she purred, running her manicured fingers through her long, shimmering auburn hair. "Go on, give me your face - I want to sit down on it."
The knight could only whimper in response, his chest heaving as he struggled to catch his breath beneath the weight of her captivating scent. She smelled like pure royalty, and it only served to intensify his submission.
"And I'll tell you who will also sit down on top of you in the future," she continued, her voice dripping with anticipation. "In future, you will feel not only my divine ass on your face, but the ass of my boyfriend as well."
The knight's heart sank at the thought of being further humiliated by the princess's lover. Still, he couldn't help but feel a twisted sense of fascination mixed with fear.
"Then you'll feel a really hot man's ass on your loser puss, and I will watch it and laugh at you," she added, her tone laced with venomous delight.
The knight closed his eyes, trying to push away the growing sense of horror and shame that threatened to overwhelm him. He cursed himself for ever thinking he could win the princess's affection or respect.
"Just so you know - he won't wear jeans when he is sitting on your face, but much less grin," she taunted, thrusting her hips provocatively.
The knight felt his cheeks burning red with embarrassment at the thought. Even though he was beyond humiliated, a small part of him couldn't help but admire the princess's boldness and cruelty.
"You have any objections?" she challenged, hovering dangerously close to his face. "You don't want that? Oh dear, what a pity. Too bad - I already decided this will happen. And you don't think you've got any say in this!"
She laughed heartily, her high-pitched cackle ringing in the knight's ears. He could do nothing but quiver under her gaze, his body a living testament to her complete and utter dominance.
"You will be the seat cushion for my boyfriend, and you will smell his ass," she declared, wriggling her tight, toned buttocks seductively.
With that final indignity, the princess turned her back on the trembling knight and walked away, leaving him to dwell on his impending humiliation. As she disappeared from sight, the knight could only wonder how much lower he could possibly go.
