Another Jester indulgent horny post although this one is not out-right kinky. I just wanted to write something, even if it's not the most degenerate piece of writing i could come up with. lol.
To be someone’s little Jester, to be treated like a toy. To be dressed in frills and bells, earthy tones that may complement my skin. To be considered funny, usefull, desired in court by not just the King and Queen, but by thousands.
To have my hair caressed as the brush untangles my hair, as the princess places my precious hat on, playing with the soft, jingling sounds of the sweet bells. Or to be dressed by the prince as he fixes the uniform my holiness has chosen for me for the day. To be able to entertain in more ways than one.
To be pulled by the side and dragged towards one of the castle’s secret doors, to be clueless as they push me against the bed and rip all of it open, securing pins flying across the room, the sound of cloth and seams brutally ripping apart. Would the silly little hat stay on? Would the collar, decorated with pearls and a bell on the front stay aswell? Would those remain untouched?
Not like i’d be able to say, face plunged into one of the softest pillows of the King’s household, muffling any moan or whimper i could make as you re-arrange everything that i’ve got inside. The only thing that could rat you out at that point would be your degrading words and the smacking of wet skin. And maybe a couple of my cries aswell.