I lay bored on my bed, high in the tower, waiting in the endless quiet, watching a spider as it wraps its prey, in a way I know how that feels. I wish my Prince charming will get here soon, it's been so long since the last person even attempted to rescue me from my prison. I was once a prince, next in line to the throne but an evil sorcerer tricked me into putting on this cursed collar, one that makes me highly susceptible to suggestions and struggle to say no or refuse instruction. Thankfully I was rescued by my Knights before the sorcerer could finish his fiendish scheme, for if I consume anothers cum while wearing the collar I'll become completely subservient to them, unable and unwilling to disobey them forever.

Unable to remove my collar, the only way to do so is a true loves kiss, the king had me locked away in the tower for my own safety, one guarded by a dragon, the one creature the sorcerer's magic won't harm, leaving me out of reach of his evil desires but also the rest of the world. Since that day I've awaited my heroes arrival and watched many men fail to free me, for only my true love can kill the dragon, only my true love can be trusted to not use the collar.

In the distance I hear the faint sound of hooves, yet another noble soul has come to save me. As I have always done, I get up and walk over to the window and watch as my potential true love dismounts and draws his sword. The roar of the dragon fills the air and I hear my guardians heavy wings beat the air as it flies down to the bridge and blocks the heroes path. The warrior seems undeterred as he runs at the dragon, his shield blocking its firy breath. He sidesteps and plunges his sword straight into its neck, causing the beast to rise to its hind legs and roar in pain as it loses its balance and falls into the dark pit below, its long tail almost striking my heroic saviour as it does. 

I look down at the noble hero in excitement, it's finally happening, my freedom is near, I'll soon be free of this rechid curse. As I watch him run to my tower I quickly prepare myself in a panic, I must look like a worthy prize when he sees me, when he frees me with his kiss.

I sit on my bed as the door is unlocked from the outside and for the first time in what feels like an eternity my prison is opened. Standing in front of me is a handsome Knight, his face both tough and noble, yet also loving and pretty. I quickly drop to my knees as he enters.

"Thankyou brave Knight, you have done a great deed and proven yourself truly worthy of my love. Please finish your quest and free me from my curse and join me by my side as I take my rightful place on the throne." He looks down at me silently as a sinister smile crosses his face. 

"I have a better idea." He does? What could it be?

"Why don't you help me remove my armour?" I quickly rise to my feet and help him undo the straps, maybe he doesn't want the bulky and cold metal to get in the way of our kiss. Instand as I finish removing his armour, eagerly waiting for him to free me and take me away from this nightmare, as I do I watch as he pulls out his hard cock.

"Why don't you show me how much you appreciate me rescuing you?" My mind struggles to resist doing what he suggests as the crystal in the enchanted collar glows, weakening my mind, and my body lowers itself to its knees in front of him. I manage to stop and hold my hands in place as I fight against the curse.

"Come on, show me how grateful you are. Give my cock a kiss, a lick, slide it into your mouth and taste your true love." Yes, I should show him how grateful I am. As if in a trance my hands move and gently start to stroke my saviours cock as I move my face towards it, giving it a loving kiss, before licking it, his intoxicating taste filling my senses as I slide my mouth over it and take it deep into my throat.

"That's it, suck on my cock." I move my head back and forth, happily sucking on his cock, as I do my mind desperately tries to remind me of the curse as I struggle to resist his instructions. I must stop, if I keep going he'll cum and trigger the final stage of the curse, I must stop, I must stop. As my head stops moving I feel his warm cum fill my mouth and shoot down my throat, its taste filling my senses, a taste that is somehow that most wonderful sensation I've ever felt, one that is almost addictive. I must not swallow or I'll become his mindless, obedient slave forever, however the desire to do so is hard to resist as it sits tantalisingly on my tongue.

"Be a good boy and swallow." Before I can try to fight back I hungrily gulp down his cum and feel a wave of energy flow over me as the gem in the collar glows, as the curse is fully complete, unbreakable and seals my fate. My body feels warm as I look up at my master's face, my mind feels at ease, empty of thought and blank, awaiting instructions and full of meaning and purpose, my body yarns to be with my master, I crave his touch, his cum, his love, his smile, his pleasure, his joy is all I need, I am his forever without question, I'm loyal only to him and his needs and desires. I kneel before my master, my world, my love, obediently waiting for him to tell me what to do, hoping to do a good enough job pleasing him to earn my reward again.

Epilogue:

I kneel naked next to the throne where my master sits, my collar leashed and held in his hand. After returning home I gave my crown to my master as instructed, I have no need for it anyway, I have no desire to rule, I wouldn't know what to do, unlike my master I'm not good at thinking for myself, he tells me what to do, so he should have the crown. My mind is empty of nothing but a burning desire to serve my master, my true love, I'm so glad that he saved me and rescued me, not just from my prison but from the burden of thought, he gave me meaning and purpose and a life without worry or stress, a life of blissful obedience. I will gladly show my gratitude and devotion to him for the rest of my life.