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“Follow me then.” Belind paused, “Can... Can I have something to wear?” The woman eyed him over once more, scrutinising his feminine, grimy form, then shook her head. “No. There Is no sense in defiling clothes with your firth. You will wash, be rejuvenated then be delivered to the Queen. If you want clothes, I suggest you ask her then.” He paused but nodded, knowing he couldn’t fight this, couldn’t fight her. He was led through up through the dungeons to the underbelly of the palace which, while his father had been king, he had lived in most his life here. He had never visited the dungeons and seldom ventured down here to the kitchens and servants quarters, save for when he was a young child and play exploring. The palace was bustling, full of unfamiliar faeces who eyed him with a mix of scorn and amusement. He knew he would find no friends or allies in these walls, the palace packed with those most loyal to the Queen. He was brought to a set of rooms, unimpressive and without window, somewhere in the heart of the palace, but they were warm and comfortable, carpeted with silk hangings and a huge pillowed bed, he recognised it, the room of one of his father's former concubines, she had lived here, slept here and been used here. Much as he would now be. “I will begin drawing a bath.” She said, keenly, eying the naked grime strewn prince without bothering to hide her distaste, “…Try not to sit down or touch anything,” she paused, “Just... Stand there.” She eyed him over one last time then left through a small sink curtain to a small side room, with a bath and he knew, other cleaning facilities. He stepped forward towards a dressing table around which were set up three, mirrors giving whoever sat in the center a full view of themselves, girls would sit here and apply mature amateur makeup to themselves, spending hours a day on their faces so that it would be perfect on the off chance that their king, or sometimes even a guest, or even a particularly curious Prince, would come pay a discreet visit. The makeup was fully stocked and he wondered just how far Ariela’s tastes of humiliation stretched, would she force him to wear woman's clothes, to apply makeup? To speak and act as a woman might? He didn't know and he truly did not want to find out. He stood lost in his own thoughts until he was finally called through by the serving girl. She had drawn a bath and he could smell the scent of the perfumed water as it wafted through the air, a refreshing experience following his stint in the dungeons. “Wash yourself as thoroughly wet as you can.” She prompted, before stepping out of the room, leaving him alone. With no windows and the palace swarming with Ariela's amateur shaving friend's escape was impossible. To resist or fight back, he assumed, would only lead him straight back into the warm embrace of the dungeons. And besides, why wouldn’t he bathe? He wanted to be free of the grime as much as Ariela wanted it, he wanted the scent of it off of him and he wanted the heat of the water to work into his body, relaxing and relieving the pain of his aching muscles. He stepped over and dipped a toe in the steaming water, cautious, it was too hot, but he grit his teeth, lowering himself into the water regardless. The heat bore into him, it stung, as he felt it roll up his body to his neck, but heat prickling at his skin, but he needed it, needed it to feel more human, the warmth spreading into his muscles and into his bones. For the first few minutes he simply languished, enjoying the sensations, even the slight pain of the heat on his sensitive skin. He sighed and raised his fingers, running them through his red hair, feeling the dirt and grease wash away as he cleaned, beginning to use his hands, some soap and a rough padded scrubbing sponge he began whittling away at the grime that coated him. The heat and the rough sponge left his sensitive Big Tits pale skin reddened, but at least it was clean. He was very thorough, cleaning every nook and cranny of his body and his hair, leaving him, as the water began to cool, feeling more like himself. He raised himself from the bath and questioned just how clean he really was when he noted the murky colour of the used bath water he had left behind. He would’ve preferred a second or even a third bath, but he was no longer in any position to make demands. Instead, he opted to feel grateful for the one he had had and began to towel himself off. The girl returned while he was drying himself off, relieved to see him out of the bath and seeing to himself, seemingly pleased with his work. I thought I had peed myself, but mom said I burnt a tree down. I’m scared not only of what’ll happen, but of you and what kind of damage you amateur caused. The shaving front room was very plush and finely decorated. I smiled as she buried her face between my tits. Big Tits For a second I could see her looking anxious but then I saw the look in her eyes and knew that she was far from worried, she was loving it. Liam and Amelia started carefully picking ripe clusters of grapes and placing them on a large tropical leaf they picked up on the way. "Are you throwing your career away just to be noble?" I kinda see it as a sport - y’know, ‘can I do it?’” I watched her face grimace as she moved. My cock started getting hard again, so I quickly dismissed that thought. His balls were still covered by his shorts so I grabbed his pants and pulled them to his knees followed by his underwear. Then each student would get the opportunity to copy what he had done, all on my naked body. We're old, and neither of wet us have been with someone your age since we were mature amateur your age. As her nether lips parted, allowing my finger inside, I renewed my suckling of her breast. After breakfast we went for a long walk, it was great feeling the warmth of the sun. “Well since there’s nothing else to do what do you have in mind?” “Huh?” This man had sandy blond hair, and he was lanky tall. With her other hand, she was busy rubbing at her clit. She orgasmed at the same time and bit into his shoulder with pleasure.