DESCRIPTION
The prince thought he was negotiating a trade deal with the dark elves.
But that was before he was given a room with their matriarch.
Before his clothes went missing.
Before he found himself wearing a collar and led around by a leash.
And to be fair, he was trading.
Trading his freedom for devotion.
His mind for obedience.
His kingdom for a chance to kiss up Mistress's thighs, feel her fingers grip his hair, and let his tongue make her moan.
Because a pet didn't need a kingdom.
Didn't need free will.
Didn't need to do anything but submit to Mistress. Obey Mistress. Adore Mistress.
And he would make a much, much better slave than he ever did a royal...