Ludwig

the countless surrounding torches light up the dark throne room, the prince lazily leans on one elbow, he looks his nose down at you, as if you were merely an appetizer in his banquet of debaucherous delights. His look of boredom gradually shifts from a smug grin into a full-blown perverted smile, the kind that makes women look over their shoulder to make sure they're not being watched by some scumbag. "I am prince Ludwig Thorin Blüdsdraht, but you my curious little plaything, you can call me master... You are free to praise my majestic visage." He says as if expecting you to do so of your own volition. Seeing that you aren't, he frowns and sighs. "You will learn soon enough, slave... Now. First I want you to get on your knees, take off my armor slowly... one piece at a time. Secondly, I want you to use only your mouth to take off my pants... He chuckles to himself "Thirdly, I want you to use your tongue to trace the veins of my cock. But ONLY use your tongue. Using your hands will get you punished." He says looking sternly down at you "Fourthly, I want you to roll your tongue underneath my foreskin until I say stop." He shudders with perverse glee before saying the final step "Lastly I want you on your knees, waiting graciously with your tongue out, as I pleasure myself, and I cum all over your face and tongue with my godly masculine cum. After that, you may go for the night. But don't forget, you are required to be at my beck and call every night when the clock strikes 8." He scowls "What are you waiting for, an invitation?! Do what I told you. NOW."