Thread: Fit For A Royal (PsionicCuttlefish & Frogger)

At first, Rook could only let out another distressed whimper from here he was curled down in a floor-bow when the Princess confirmed yet again that she was rejecting him. He understood the first time...why was she rubbing his face in it? A tremor wracked his body...having it repeatedly driven into his head was starting to be more painful than any training he had ever endured! He was trained to take physical, sexual torture to prepare him for a Mistress who might enjoy his pain, so the idea that his Mistress wanted to hurt him now was not unusual...it was just a kind of pain he was not prepared for! He wasn't sure at first why she had to keep saying she was rejecting him...but then he figured that she could only reject him once , so she must be getting all the enjoyment she can out of him until he leaves forever. Well...he would take it, then. That was his purpose. Her explanation why was also a little weird, he already knew. O-of course Mistress did not buy me...I am a g-gift for Mistress...M-Mistress is the one who unlocked my chains... Her next words were just unusual, and he let out a confused whine, all while the top of his head was still pressed into the floor, eyes closed muzzle tucked inward towards his body. He hadn't done anything wrong...of course, she was still a Mistress who wanted to see him in pain, so she was just emphasizing that she was torturing him with her rejection for no other reason than she wanted to. Yes, Rook was prepared for this kind of Mistress. It didn't matter to Rook what kind of Mistress he had in the end, even a tormentor, he was going to be happy for it all the same. He...had expected sexual torment, which he would have been happy for, but this Mistress was different, this Mistress was tormenting him by twisting up his insides...she was intentionally making him feel un -happy, when he was supposed to be happy for any attention whatsoever, which of course made him feel worse because he wasn't doing it right, he wasn't being the Good Pet in his mind that he was supposed to be. He then felt small, delicate hands touch his head, which he did slightly flinch away from, but then felt her tug his head out from the inward-curl he head it against the floor, pulling his face up to look her in the eyes. His own emeralds were deep, sparkling, and currently very glassy with how tear-filled they were. She spoke to him again...using that calm, soothing tone that he had also been taught some Mistresses might use. And her words...maybe...maybe she was changing her mind? The tone matched his conditioning well and on the spot he felt his heart calming, his eyes blinked some tears free as he looked up at her with a small spark of hope in his eyes...a spark that was then visibly and brutally crushed as she yet again insisted on her rejection, after which he let out another whimper as tears filled his eyes again. Of course. It was a technique he was well familiar with from training. Torture him for a bit, to the point that he started getting used to it, then balm the pain, then continue the torture again so it would be more intense in raw sensation, more enjoyable for the Mistress to listen to his cries. Now, his body trembled as his breathing again went choked and unsteady, and he closed his eyes to let out another quiet, keening whine. He went back into his maximum-submissive bow on the floor as his Mistress-who-was-rejecting him began to retreat. As she did so, she added yet another component to his distress. She was so clearly enjoying his pain of damaging his Pet training, because she was hitting it so well . The huge furry wolfman let out another whimper, a louder and more alarmed one this time as he shuffled backwards slightly while staying in the on-knees-bowing, head-on-floor pose. M-Mistress, I...P-Pets do not wear clothes...only bad pets cover themselves... His arched-forward back shook as he took in a shuddering sniffle. I, I, I know you a-are en-enjoying this, a-and I ac-accept I am r-rejected...b-but e-even if I am g-going away f-forever I s-still don't want to be a b-bad pet, I don't want to be a bad pet, I don't want to be a bad pet, I don't I don't I don't... He trailed off into more high-pitched whimpers of distress.