This is the story of how I became a TIT slave to my Goddess Brat Princess. How we met and got started is a tale for another time. What matters now is that you understand the dynamics of what's happening.
She is a mid-20s college grad student named Amanda. She prefers Mandy since it sounds both powerful (man) and cute (dy). Her life experience and hard learning taught her how to masterfully display and use her body to taunt, tease and enslave willing men eager to have a taste of her Divine perfection.
She likes to wear her dirty blonde hair in pigtails or just tied off at the sides. It does give her a sweet innocent look and way about her. That is if you ignore her sexy puffy lips which are usually slightly open, or you ignore her mysterious eyes surrounded in dark makeup.
It's also hard to think of her as sweet and innocent as soon as you look at her full buxom chest which is usually covered in a tight shirt causing her large breasts to push out and bulge on the sides. You can almost feel them strain against the fabric. They sit high and proud defying gravity and thrusting forward. They are not to be missed. They precede her.
She always wears something to show them off. Her shirts usually form fit her big tits then snug flat against her tummy ending just above her navel where there's an enticing little diamond.
Then come her shorts which are not really shorts at all but skin-tight painted-on tight workout pants revealing every crevice, crack and curve especially around her bubble-butt ass cheeks and of course her front lower lips which are full and create a distinct camel toe line.
She usually wears pink tennis shoes with matching socks around her ankles. Her legs and arms are tan. She moves like a dancer. She is super-hot and sexy. She knows it and she likes to flaunt it. I am a slave to it.
I was her superior, her college professor and in my mid-40s, named Robert. Of course, she likes to demean me and call me Bobby or more often Booby. There is something sexy about the power play between an older man and a younger woman and she exploits it every chance she gets.
"You don't deserve to be around me, do you professor?"
"No Princess. You are much too beautiful, sexy and perfect to spend time with a lowly horny dog like me. Thank you for spending time with me. Thank you for allowing me to look at your beautiful body and teasing me with it.
"I have no control around you. I'm your total lowly servant here to pleasure you."
"Damn right," she says, "and don't you forget it, Bobby!"
We will meet at her house or my house or anywhere she wants to. I am always at her beck and call. I will do anything she asks. There is no need for a chastity cage because I have willingly surrendered my orgasms to her. I can only touch myself or orgasm at her whim and fancy, when she feels I deserve it. Luckily, she is always horny and willing to play with me.
She especially enjoyed exploiting my typical male fantasy about breasts, tits, boobs. She made it a fetish. Now I am addicted. I get turned on very quickly if I am given permission to look at a beautiful pair of tits. She has trained me to cum by getting turned on enough just from admiring them.
It took a few weeks. To start my training, before I could see her, I could not orgasm nor touch myself for a week. Each week had a theme. The first week was all visual. My lesson was simply to never look her in the eyes but to always watch her TITS. I usually watched from afar when she was across the room doing something. She knew I was watching and would find ways to puff her chest, twist and turn or otherwise display them.
She would wear tight t-shirts that fully covered herself and were tucked in to make them even more tight. There was no cleavage or scoop neck but they did have messages across the front like, TIT TEASE or Princess or BOOBS.
She gauges my progress by my cock hardness. I am always naked in her presence. She rewards me at the end of the day by coming closer and standing before me.
Whenever she walks close to me, say within three or four feet, I must immediately fall to my knees. That puts me just below her tits so that I am looking slightly up at them. I see them above me - thrusting out, curved up from the bottom. With her hands on her hips I can see her tits rise and fall as she breathes.
"What is your daily lesson booby boy?" she asks.
"My Princess TITS are everything," I say eagerly.
"Good boy. Now say it 2 more times out loud then repeat mentally: Princess tits are everything, Princess tits are everything.
"Ok," she continues, "now put your hands behind your back and thrust those hips up so I can see how my horny cock is doing today."
I proudly thrust my hard achy cock upwards towards her. She bends over so her face is just above it. She exhales warm air on it then puts her finger on the tip and slowly pulls it down until there is stiff resistance... then let's go so it pops back up swinging up and down a few times.
"Nope! Not ready yet," she said for the first few days. Then I would get up, get dressed and leave horny and frustrated. It didn't take long until I was dreaming about her tits...Princess tits are everything.
On day four she comes in with a red halter top tied underneath her boobs. It is obvious that she is not wearing a bra. I occasionally see cleavage when she bends down. They jiggle a lot more now. I am so horny. I am daydreaming about her when from across the room she stands up, takes a deep breath, stretches those arms overhead lifting tits upward, then looks right at me with a smirk. I straighten up on alert. She slowly walks straight toward me.
"Oh my," I think, "they are gently bouncing." My mouth waters. My cock rises. I fall to my knees and look up. She moves close enough that all I see is the bottom tie and firm curve up each side. They are so big I cannot see her face above them.
"Put those nasty hands behind your back booby boy," she says, "and thrust that dirty cock toward my beautiful breasts.
"Now, what is your daily lesson?"
"My Princess TITS are everything," I repeat 3 times, then mentally.
She bends forward now and right before my eyes, close enough to taste, the open top of her halter top reveals deep cleavage between the rounded firm breasts.
"Ohhhhh," I feebly moan as her finger flops my cock up and down a few times and a clear drop of precum appears out the tip, then drips off in a long string.
"Ah yes!" she smiles, "now we are ready boy. See you tomorrow."