Princess Miera's Humiliation: The First Day (Reluctant Humiliation Erotica)

Perhaps Master took pity on me though, for he gave me a sort of explanation. "You were once a foreign woman. By right of conquest and the rules of hostage, you are now a woman of Lakshael. You must learn everything that a true woman would know, but you are more ignorant than even the most new-born girl. You must unlearn every deplorable custom that once you practiced and know correct behaviour all down to your bones. You must learn swiftly, and without flaw. By virtue of your once-noble blood, our crown prince has expressed his interest in you, but he will not accept some foreign brat who offends with every breath. Your education will be harsh by necessity but no more than that. It is shameful to harm a woman without need." 

 

I parted my lips to respond, then thought better of it. I shut my mouth again and just gave Master a small nod. He made a thin smile, and something about that gesture of maybe-approval felt good. Well, it was the only smile I'd seen all day. I wasn't sure I liked the sound of what he'd said, but I thought of my kingdom. This was the new shape of it, I supposed, and I had a responsibility to show myself well, as humiliating as it might be. It wasn't as bad right now as my fall outside.

 

"The first thing you must know of our culture," said Master, taking his drink back from the servant, "is that our women are considered priceless treasures. It is the duty of men to care for women most utterly, ensuring they need not ever trouble their minds with a thought. In turn, it is the glory of a woman to bestow her beauty upon those men to whom she is shown. She must attend the man who cares for her or his representative with swiftness and grace, letting her beauty shine through what tasks she performs. As a woman of high blood, these tasks are fewer than a woman whose guardian has neither wealth nor power, but by extension every act you take must embody the perfection of your beauty.  It is a reflection on the man who cares for you; an imperfection soils his pride and yours. What duties you must perform we will address in turn, but in brief you must perform whatever task I set you to, as swiftly as you are able, to the height of your abilities. When you are not present, you must follow my representative's words as if they were my own. Any man who holds your tether must be followed as if he is myself. If you are untethered, any man's word is as the law to you. Do you understand? Speak."

 

Was this respect? My stomach flipped again. It sounded more like I would take the place of a favoured horse, or even a dog. But my cheek still throbbed, and I knew I had a terrible bruise forming already. I didn't like where this was going at all, but I knew I needed to comport myself properly. I wet my lips, taking a breath, "Yes-- Master." My shoulders trembled a little. The words didn't feel right coming out of my lips. I couldn't help but think I was debasing myself still by calling this man my Master. But I wasn't really a princess anymore, was I? But if the Prince married me like Master had suggested he intended, I could be a princess again.