A tall, silver-haired, dark blue-eyed man walked over. His build was wider than mine, although I used to go to the gym daily. He had a strong jawline, and a piercing gaze which softened when he saw me, “looks like someone’s awake.”

I cocked my head to the side, “uh… who are you?” I asked. 

“I’m Samneric, a butler for the Minister and now, a teacher educating The Minster’s little girl-”

“I’m not a girl!” I protested.

He waited until I finished, slipping on a pair of gloves, “Don’t ever cut off my sentences-”

I rolled my eyes, “or what-” he grabbed me by my collar, dragged me across the room, chaining me to the floor for a moment whilst he pulled back the curtains to reveal a gigantic window, enough to fit two of myself side by side. Mind you, I was no beanstalk. I had a good amount of muscle where it counts. I blushed as he cuffed my feet to the ceiling, still in my birthday suit, my dick flopped towards the ground, rather, because he didn’t cuff it too high; he opens a closet from the opposite side of the room that was filled with outfits, leather, panties, bras, you name it, it was there. Then, he pulled out a set of lingerie, the thin strung-silky type. It had very flowery patterns but was pitch black colored. He fit a bra onto me and took out a weird contraption that looked like a dildo, but it had straps?

“What the fuck-”

He bent over me, lifting my head up so it was hard to breathe, his hand slapped my ass hard, and I finally opened my mouth, gasping, as he pushed the dildo into my mouth, clipping it tightly to my head, “you will stay in this painful position as I cook dinner for The Minister, and think about what you did wrong, hmm.” a small smile appeared on his face as a tear escaped my eye, he pulled back another fucking curtain…. This was when I realized the room I was located in was right beside a busy road, where many people were walking through with their friends and family. Shivers ran down my spine as the people slowly started looking towards me, and some pressed their nose up against the glass because the sun has already set, and the lights in this room are on par with the theatre lights before the movie starts. He starts to walk away, but taps his finger on his chin, “hm, I think the minister would love the sight of his little slut in lingerie, wouldn’t he.” And he proceeds towards the other side of the room, unveiling a window the size of a wall. The other side had a standard island and a cooking station, as well as a dining table, and if I squint, I can see a staircase to what I assume, other floors… My face flushed, and I felt my dick slowly bulge, making an obvious tent in these panties. 

“Oh, and I forgot to mention, these walls aren’t soundproof, and… well, you’ll see.” Samneric smirks, bending down, he flicks my dick, sending shockwaves of pain to my brain. I see him appear, as he turn on the blinding lights on the kitchen side, I see a man who seems to be in his early twenties walk down the stairs. Although his hair is gelled back, and he has business attire on, he had no creases along his forehead nor did he have any gray hairs. He looked up, at me, and then to Samneric who pointed at me, smiling. I turn away, flushed red, “CLicK!” I snap my head towards to outer window and see a couple of teenagers pointing and laughing, they hold their iPhones up to the window, I feel a drop of liquid roll down my stomach, “CLICK!” 

Suddenly, I feel a slight tingle from my chest, a vibration is felt in my chest, and I nearly choke on my rubber dick, as it starts thrusting mechanically into my mouth, I wince, counting at the beats until it thrusts all the way in, blocking my ability to breathe. Tears streamed down my face, and I shivered in unwilling anticipation. I didn’t even hear it when the door clicked open, I was gasping, moving my hips, and crying all at the same time. 

“Are you my little girl?” A hand reaches down to pull my head up, I gagged, the rubber dick pulsating at the back of my throat, “hmm Sam said you were misbehaving, is there anything you like to say to him?” 

He unclipped the head-gag—

“Sir, he’s not trained yet,” Samneric protested, but The Minister released my legs, letting my knees slam onto the floor, he slid his hand around my back to my ass, gently, he pulled on the string, and the panties fell apart. He then takes my head, lifting it up, “open,” he said gently, but when I looked away, his hand forced my jaw open, and he slowly pushed the panties into my mouth, he extends a hand over to Samneric’s direction, and he hands him a very pink, neon ball gag to which he fits around my head. 

“Samneric, I’m looking for disciplined, not physically scarred. I need her to grow up into a fine maid I can present to the king.”

Samneric nods, “yes sir, I will do better, sir.” 

The Minister then turns to me, “from now on, I want you to practice blowjobs so that when Samneric approves of you, you can start eating your daily meals underneath the table, and not fed to you through a tube.” He turns to Samneric, “send him to a joker school a grade higher than he is. Tell them only the basic information, and train him well.”

“Yes, sir.”

“And no penetration without protection, the king wants him in pristine condition.” 

Samneric nods, “yes sir.”

“Alright then,” The Minister stands up and walks out the door without another word.

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