I know everyone has their own preferences when it comes to BDSM. Please just remember that these are mine and I am telling it from my POV and my preferences. I know some people write to tell a good story, but I am not. I am just writing for me. I hope you enjoy!
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Dropping to the floor in a surprisingly graceful and fluid motion, my Prince scurries to my bedroom and I hear the door close behind him. I turn my attention to the table and begin cleaning up, sadly this does not take long enough as I look at my watch and see that only two minutes have passed.
Ugg...What could possibly be taking so long?
Bored and impatient, I return to the living room and restlessly sit on the coffee table, a soft chuckle escapes my lips as I imagine my Prince trying to decide if I am being serious about what he is required to wear and whether or not to question it.
Maybe he should question it...might be fun..in fact, I hope he does because I can guarantee it will lead to fun!
I could have mentioned that what I laid out will be worn underneath his normal attire, which is currently hanging up in his closet, but where would the fun be in that? It's not like my Prince hasn't worn women's undergarments before, (I secretly think he prefers it) but I think the idea that he may have to wear only that, might make things a bit more interesting.
"For the love of God, hurry you're ass up!" Patience has never been one of my virtues and I do not see it becoming one anytime soon.
Eternity seems to pass before I hear the door open again. I glance at my watch. Fourteen seconds to spare.
Well his ass is lucky.
Within those few seconds, my Prince has made his way to my feet and is awaiting my next command.
"Lets have a look."
Enjoying the view from my position, I simply burst out giggling and bring my hands together in sheer delight. My normally proud and stoic Prince stands before me in the loveliest, and laciest, bright pink teddy. With its deep, plunging V neckline, my eyes are instantly drawn to his collar, as it not only screams ownership, but completely clashes with the rest of the outfit. The delicate lace clings to his non-existent chest while the cut of the pattern exposes his flesh to his navel. My eyes are drawn away from the collar to definitive circular rings protruding from the barely there lace covering his manhood.
My sweet little Buttercup, all wrapped up for me.
Just like a present, the package is completed with pretty bows, however rather than just one large one, there are two medium ones attached to the sides of his matching thigh high silk stockings which emphasize his lovely feminized legs.
Biting my lips together, I smile. "Oh my..." There is no hiding my amusement. "Turn around"
My Prince does a one-eighty and presents his backside. The strands are tied around his neck, which leaves his entire back bare until you come to the ass, where his lovely ass becomes separate by a triangular cut of lace. This little piece of fabric is doing an exceptional job at hiding his plug. I am impressed
. I must remember to thank Anda later.
I stand and pull my phone out from my back jeans pocket. With a few clicks, I soon have a few fun photos to refer to for when I (and he) need help remembering the teeniest of details. My demeaned pet isn't smiling in any of them, but rather portraying the look of man who has given over his Y chromosome.
"Suck it Buttercup" I jest. "It's all about my fun remember?"
Except I feed off of yours as well.
I return the phone to my pocket and make my way over to entryway table that holds my purse and grab it.
"Get your boots and coat on, its wet and cold out there." Taking my own advice, I grab my black pea coat from the rack and put it on, watching to see if he follows suit. I will NOT let him leave the cabin looking like some cheap, poorly dressed drag queen, as I get my thrills more so from subtlety rather than in-your-face domination, but I am very curious to see if he will do it.
Heeding my command,
and secretly disappointing me
, my Prince gets on his knees and crawls to his room. When he returns, his upper half is covered with a thick wool coat, while his lower extremities are half flesh, half pink stockings, that is until you reach his feet, which are covered in heavy dark boots. It is such a ridiculous sight and I can't hide my embarrassment. There is DEFENETLY no way he is leaving this cabin looking like that.
"May I walk outside my Queen?"
I rub the hair near the nape of his neck. "Whenever we are in public you are permitted to walk and act like a man." I lean over and kiss the top of his head. "Now, get your ass in your room and open the closet."
My Prince looks up at me with a skeptical eye. "You will find a clothing bag labeled 'Friday.' Put them on. I may enjoy this look on you, but it will not be how you are presented in public. It is not a look I want to share with everyone we meet...only a select few."
My Princes head tilts a bit. Most likely trying to figure out the next time he will be showing off. "Go and change, I will wait for you in my Jeep." I pause thinking about how clear I must be with him. "And do not look through any of the other bags until you are told to." With that I walk out the door, leaving him to get ready.
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"I know you're busy but I could use your help when you get here. Shouldn't take too long."
"What kind of problem? It needs to be a quick fix."
"Duchess."
"Shouldn't be a problem. I'll swing by after I meet with Paul"
"Thxs."
"Yup"
I turn off my phone screen and put it in the center console.
Anda, Anda, Anda...she needs more confidence and conviction. The question is what can I do to help?
The cold winter gust snaps me out of my reverie as the passenger door to my Jeep is opened and closed. My Prince climbs in, I shift out of park, and we drive down the drive way to merge onto the snowy main road. My Princes' hand finds its way to my thigh.
I love the feel of the light pressure on my thighs, perhaps he is too bold, perhaps not. But I do like a man who is both virile and mine.
The snow has been softly falling for an hour or so, and luckily for me, we are only forecasted to receive an additional four inches. Don't want the festivities cancelled due to inclement weather.
