Game of Tease (2) - The Courtyard (Patreon)

After introducing Joffrey to his new life as a prisoner in his own keep, Sansa wanted to have a walk through the vast gardens within its walls. The king was allowed to accompany her. He loved to stroll on the pathways in between the small isles of green, cooling off his head on hot days in one of the spring wells. This area had been reserved to him alone, but he used to invite some of his subservient minions, noblemen and women willing to impress their king and in return bath in the light of his glory. Most of the times, Joffrey had used such occasions to humiliate those arrogant enough to compare themselves with him. This courtyard had been the stage for many portrayals of his immeasurable power when he ordered his guards to undress a young maid and give her a spanking in front of the cheering crowd. An ordeal Sansa herself had endured, too.

Today, the King was less pleased to return to this place. Barely keeping track with Sansa’s walking pace, he stared at the present crowd of people. All of them were women, and he recognized most of them as former objects of his sadism. They laughed and stared at him, naked, his little penis locked in its tight golden cage, his exposed balls swinging with every step. He whimpered in shame and exhaustion. “I know you crave being at the center of attention, your grace!”, Sansa said, pulling the leash connected to his chastity device and forcing him to continue their walk. “It must be nice to see all these familiar faces again and feel people’s… admiration. As you notice, the gardens are not kept exclusively for you anymore, or any men in that regard. I decided to make this lovely place a refuge for all the women in the realms who have been wronged by your family or yourself. A paradise to thrive in, on the Crown’s expense! To be fair, this was Margaery’s idea!”

Joffrey involuntarily grunted at the mention of her name… She had always seemed to understand his dark desires at least to some extent. He had just gotten married to her, before he ‘died’ from his poisoned wine. And now he had learned she was involved in this whole thing… “Don’t worry, you’ll meet your wife soon enough, she can’t wait to be with you again! After all, you never had your wedding night!” Joffrey shuddered. What ever she meant with that, it could surely not be anything good. All of this was impossible! He was the King! Had all of them forgotten? He screamed through the ring gag and searched the courtyard with his eyes, frantically struggling in his golden shackles. All he got was universal laughter from the women surrounding them. “I see the court is pleased to see you and take your orders, your grace!”, Sansa chirped.

Many of the beautiful women crossing their path stood for a moment and turned around when Joffrey was pulled past them. They were truly living a blessed life in this sanctuary Sansa had made of his garden. He spotted two young naked women getting out of a well they approached. They must have had a bath there to get some relief from the sun, mercilessly burning down on his vulnerable skin. When they got closer, Joffrey recognized them as Amyrah and Dyana, both daughters of a lesser family who were forced into service as the King’s personal handmaidens. They used to bath him and take care of all his needs whenever he had an urge… Now they were bursting with laughter, pointing at his locked-up dick as Sansa guided it past them. Even in his current state, humiliated and displayed like a trapped animal, Joffrey felt a tingling and twitching between his legs when he saw their toned bodies, wet and glistening in the sunlight. “Is the sight to your liking, your grace?”, Sansa asked without even turning to him, keeping up the pace. “You might be in the mood to visit your harem now, aren’t you?” 

Joffrey stared at the building they were walking towards and couldn’t believe he hadn’t noticed it earlier. They were heading to were the King’s personal slaves were kept. Women he had never even treated as human beings. They had just been things for him to toy with. Despite the sun's heat, he suddenly felt cold.