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I must admit I am kind’a out of my league here.
While I have had fantasies about this, I don’t really know what to do or expect, and my lack of knowing her position is a bit perplexing.
Should I call or text her? Should I buy her things? Should I expect something at all really?
At least I now have my first instructions, so I change my morning routines and start shaving on a daily basis.
I again don’t see or hear from her…from Princess for a few days, hoping that she, too, is just making it up as she goes.
A few days later, however I get a cryptic text:
Remember the rules.
Hoping this isn’t some secret code I didn’t pick up on, but rather a warning that she might stop by on her way home tonight, I’m thankful to have change my routine.
And thankfully I was right as once again I see her car as I pull into the driveway that night, and as I note that hers is the only one there, my heart skips a beat.
Parking in no ordered fashion, I leap out of my car and race inside, and assuming she is where she has been, head right for the fireplace.
She is there, but not prone as before, but sitting in the chair, legs crossed with short heels dangling from her foot.
I freeze, waiting for instructions, remembering I’m not allowed to speak first.
Time passes and I think she’s testing me, but I plan to pass this first hurdle with ease…I am clean shaven after all.
“Hello”, she finally says.
“Hello Princess”.
“Good boy”.
She’s just come from work, so she is in slacks and her companies polo shirt, but I doubt she wore those heals all day.
“And you’ve shaved. Impressive. Come, let me feel.”
Crossing the room quickly I bend down and offer her my face for inspection.
With the back of her hand she rubs my cheek and approves, but then offers it to me to kiss, which I eagerly do.
First the back of her hand which I notice is soft, and creamy white, then turn it over to kiss her palm as if eating out of her hand.
Kneeling beside her, I continue with her hand as she hasn’t removed it yet, contemplating what to do with me next, I assume.
Wondering if she is waiting on me, I inquire: “I hope what I’ve done pleases you Princess?”
She smiles and pats me on the head, sadly taking her hand away from me.
“Can I get Princess a drink, or something?” I ask in the most awkward way possible, it seems.
“Why are you doing this?” She asks in such a serious tone that we both fall out of character.
“What do you mean?”, falling back onto my heels.
“I don’t know…like, why did you want to do this. Call me a Princess, and stuff?”
“Really? Because you are”, as I’m still not sure what she is on about.
“Please answer me seriously. This isn’t something I thought would happen and, well, there’s a lot at stake here and I want to know what you’re after, I guess.”
She is completely serious, well, more intrigued why someone might try to treat her so nicely.
“Because you’re a great mother, dedicated to your kids. You work hard, never take time for yourself, and well….you haven’t always been treated nicely by the men in your past. I think you’re pretty amazing, and I want to show you that you deserve this”, all of which is legitimately true.
“Will you let me?”
She grins as her eyes well up with tears, but she composes herself.
“Ok. But now what?”
I stand and taking her hands, lift her to her feet, and in the same motion, pull her into my arms off the ground, and swing her around to lighten the mood.
Setting her down, “here, lay out on the footstool, face down.
Princess”, I catch myself and shift back into character.
She does and her small frame fits completely onto the extended foot stool in front of the sectional.
Without asking I pull off her shoes and begin again at the bottom, remembering to give enough pressure to keep her from laughing.
I don’t spend long here, but move up her legs, the back of her knees, then finally to a place I’ve been staring at for years.
I take each check my a hand, and kneed the flesh of her ass, balancing somewhere between a intimate massage and an all out assault.
Taking my time, I now crouch on the ottoman, straddling her calves and extend my exploration around her hips, lower back and return to her firm, tight little ass.
“Thank you Princess”, I whisper as I bend down and firmly kiss her cheeks.
She laughs so I gently lay partially beside her, partially on top so I can whisper in her ear.
I don’t recall what I said, or specifically how she responded, but both were warm and welcome as I lay my large body tight against hers, hopefully supporting her as much as I had intended the feeling to be.
“Can I see what color they are for my self today, Princess?”
“Yes you may, gently, and only looks.”
“Yes, Princess”.
I slither down her body, half on the floor kneeling, and half supported by her legs on the ottoman.
I relish in the moment, kneading her butt again, I find the waste band, separate it from my target, kiss my way up her body again, and slowly reveal the waste band of her pink little thong.
I continue to pull her pants down as far as I can with them still fastened, but I do manage to get a little more check reveled as she has arched up onto her knees, presenting herself to me.
I lean in and kiss her flesh, and she pushes back into me.
My arms wrap around her hips and I pull her into my face, breathing her in.
This was unexpected by both of us, but neither one hesitates, or pulls away, so I continue my worship.
Minutes go by and she is pushing hard against me. Eventually I climb up her body, my hands explorer her front as my face and mouth kiss against her back, shoulders, and eventually my arms pull her up until she is kneeling on the ottoman as I stand behind her.
I turn her head to kiss her from behind as she allows me to grope her hips and chest, while stabilizer her.
Letting her go to catch her breath, I again slither down her body, turn around and lay my head on the ottoman between her ankles.
From this position, she can look straight down her own body and see my face, waiting just below her, looking up and anxiously awaiting my prize.
“Please Princess. Let me worship you this way.”
We both know we have precious little time tonight, and while we are both still fully clothed, this act is more symbolic than sexual.
She manages to find my face with her hands, and slinks herself onto my face, rubbing her little hands through my hair.
This is truly a fantasy of mine, though I imagined it happening on her lounger while she was wearing a mini-skirt, but this is a fine alternative.
I let her lead the way, bouncing, grinding, and adjusting her weight (what little there is of it), as I imagine she looks somewhat like she is riding a horse from someone else’s perspective.
I don’t mind. I moan and grasp and encourage her while we have time. After a moment or two I feel her become lighter, not just from her weight, but as if a burden or doubt has been lifted and now she’s just having fun!!
Another moment and she rises off of my face, climbs down and straddles my hips and we kiss for what seems like forever.
“You have made your Princess very happy today.”
“That pleases me Princess.”
“Hmmm…let’s see. I want you to go online and buy me something. Nothing big, just a little treat to wear for you, our little secret. You see what I like to wear, so I think you’ll have a good idea of what I mean.
Also, another task for my good boy: Tomorrow I want you to text me every hour and tell me you are thinking of me.
Go it?”
“Yes Princess”
“Good. I’d hate for you to get in trouble with me”, she says as she stands, now towering above me for the first time.
She looks good. Powerful. She stands like Wonder Woman and I grin like an idiot.
“Now you can get me that drink. Slither out from under me and go!”
I hurriedly comply.
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