Instead of his regular, princely clothes, with the recognizable royal colors and emblazoned with the royal seal, he donned a plain, earth-colored tuni...c. He wanted to fit in and not be recognized as prince where ever he went. He slid his dagger in his belt, got his satchel, and opened the door quietly. He looked around and noticed that the small village near the edge of the woods where they were staying was still silent. He figured if he wanted to really explore this area, he could not be. "How long was I under?" he asked. "About thirty minutes," she replied. "What did I do?" "It is not your place to ask," she said angrily, slapping him across his face. He winced, and realized that it was not a good idea to push her. He was going to have to remember that *she* was in control, and he must follow what she wanted.* * *Two days later, he came back for the next session. She did the same Things again, but this time, before ending the trance, she added a few instructions. "You are. When he was embedded inside her pussy, she let out a sigh. "Oh yes, that's it." Your pussy feels so good, Emily," he ground out as he rained kisses on her sweet face. He saw that her big hazel eyes were closed. "Open your eyes, baby. Look at me while I make you mine."Emma opened her eyes and looked into his. He had such beautiful blue eyes. "I'm yours, Bryan."He hadn't realized what those softly spoken words could mean to him until she uttered them. She was his. This beautiful young woman. That said, all the men removed their pants and began massaging their cocks with gusto. I could tell Master wanted to stick his growing rod into my mouth, although, out of courtesy to the group, he resisted the urge. Soon they all came in rivets of thick oozing cum all over my legs and outer thighs. That would keep my sacred piercing areas sanitary for the piercing ordeal. They readjusted their cocks into their pants. The formal operation began. The owner started with the least sensitive area,.