Game of Tease (6) - The Carriage (Patreon)

The Red Keep was not usually a place to expect strange sights. There were guards standing idle and the occasional chamber maid or noblemen and women passing by, but those were never the focus of gossip at court. Lately though, there was a most peculiar creature to be spotted: It was a dirty, sweaty creature, struggling not to fall over as it crawled its way through the keep. Its new mistresses had made sure their strange dog was still recognizable to their elected audience. All the King's former subordinates could see their former ruler and took great joy in his torture. Motivated by harsh strokes from Arya's crop, he was forced to pull Sansa on a wheeled platform through the hallways. A task made excruciatingly painful by the fact that the cart was connected to his testicles. Already swollen and blue from weeks of teasing, with his manhood still tightly sealed in steel, the royal balls must have felt as if they were about to pop.

"Oh no, I think we're slowing down again..." Sansa said, "Our doggy needs some more motivation!" Arya pressed her heels in the animal's flanks and smacked her crop down on its ass. Margaery, who was leading the Entourage, pulled the leash tighter, leaving the King no choice but to step up his pace. "You really need to work on your stamina, your Grace", Margaery said, "If we're late for the small council's meeting again, I have no choice but to hand you over to Miss Arya for a night or two... Wouldn't that be great, just the two of you with no one holding her back?" The King made a horrified noise, and although he could barely stand the torment, moved faster than before. Arya laughed. “I think if you’re so eager to spend a night with me, I might just insist on Margaery lending you to me!”