(Note: this is a continued series. I strongly suggest you read my first story before this one: PRINCESS BREAST WORSHIP DOMINATION).
Pussy Mistress Training with Princess Mandy, pt 1: Teasing Torment.
This is the continuing saga of my training under Princess Mandy. She was a grad student in one of my classes. I am Robert, or Bobby as she calls me (or Booby when she teases me with her boobs). Yes, I confess, I am the weak-willed College professor who finally fell before the power of a sexy college Coed.
Don't blame me. It's not my fault. It's just the nature of things. It had been a long time since I was with a woman even though I am a young 42 year old healthy good looking man. Princess Mandy (age 26) is a hot, sexy, beautiful Goddess in every way, shape and form. The worst part is - she knows it. That gives her an cocky attitude. I guess she is what you might call a Brat Princess. She enjoys flaunting her sex appeal, teasing and taunting all men. But for me, she was especially brutal. She teased and denied me for a few months before finally closing the trap and making me her pet slave.
Once under her spell she announced that I was to undergo special training to learn to server her better. My first lesson was learning that "Mistress Tits are everything". That idea is now seared into my soul. I am now addicted to women's breasts. Hey, I know most men admire women's tits. I am not talking about that. This is way beyond that. She trained me on purpose to adore, worship, lust and yearn for Tits.
She enjoyed making it my fetish. I am addicted. Now, when in public or in class, I better keep my eyes on the ground for fear of seeing a pair of round bouncy Tits.
Princess Mandy would take me on walks to places where Titties might be found such as public parks, or the beach or to bars. She made me look on purpose. She'd point out sexy girls for me to look at and make me describe what I was watching and how aroused I got.
Seeing luscious Tits usually makes my mouth water and my cock instantly hard. Then it aches with real desire. Then leaks. If I look too long, especially at a pair of bra-less Tits gently bouncing behind a thin shirt, with those erotic nipple nubs showing, I may even shoot a load in my pants which of course is embarrassing for me but fully enjoyable for the Brat Princess.
However, despite having a Tit obsession, all her training has had a positive side effect. It has made me more self-disciplined. First, I strive to not give in to this fetish kink unless I am with Princess Mandy and she gives me permission to ogle and worship her full, big, beautiful cantaloupe sized breasts. She likes it that way. I like it that way too. All my attention is saved for her and her body.
Another point of self-discipline which has made me a better man, a better pet, is that I can't touch my cock, which she calls 'Her cock' and her 'Joy Stick'. If I do get hard, I can enjoy the erection but must not touch or rub it. That is tough. When the dick gets hard the first thing you wants to do is rub it and eventually cum. OK, I do cheat a little by wearing tight jeans so I can get a firm snug rub against them. It just feels so good to have a full boner that comes on from watching Tits.
We have talked about a chastity cage. She has hinted about it but prefers to control me emotionally and for me to control myself and be honest about it.
So now, just when I thought it couldn't get any better, Princess Mandy says we are moving on to the 'next phase' as she calls it. This idea has given me both fear and trepidation but also anxious expectation. For all the downsides of being her pet slave I have never felt more alive, more invigorated, more excited. The sunshine seems brighter, the grass is greener. There is a pep in my step if you know what I mean.
I adore her. The mere thought of her much less a text, picture, the occasional audio message, or the actual sight of her causes every fiber of my being to quicken into a keen alertness. She loves this and exploits it every way possible.
For example, back when she was in my class, she would sit in the front row with her knees slowly, almost absent mindedly, opening wide and closing so that I can glimpse between her legs. Or she will squat and snap a picture of her panties and text it just before I'm about to start teaching a class. Or at any random time of day she might text me to, "Think of my boobies," then while I enjoy the feel of my cock getting hard, I must stroke myself through my pants until I can't stand it, then send her a photo. I have 5 minutes.
Those are just some of the many teasing tools she used to prepare me and get me ready for this next phase which is to discover, meet and worship the ultimate focus of my attention, my new fetish, my new Master -- Pussy Mistress.
"Each week will be a different emphasis," Princess Mandy says, "first tease, then smell, then touch, then taste. If you are a good boi, learn your lessons well and I am pleased, then maybe I'll show mercy and let you cum. Sound fair?"
"Very fair, thank you Princess Mandy," but also I shudder. Whoa be unto me at the hands of such a deliberate cock teaser.
She uses the same strategy as before. Remember how she trained me for the last fetish? "Mistress Tits are everything"? Whenever we were together, my job was to stare at them and nowhere else. It didn't take long before I was yearning to touch them. She knew that and would come closer and occasionally brush me with them, encased in her tight shirt. It got hard, it got me hard! Well, this time it's the same strategy only now I have permission to stare between her legs.
She doesn't make it easy. To take my attention off her beautiful breasts she now wears big baggie shirts. However, somehow those baggy shirts always fall a few inches just below her ass cheeks.
Of course, that means the shirt also covers her front crotch area. Well, just barely. If she walks or twists or bends or sits there is a good chance the shirt will move or lift and I will be able to catch a glimpse between her legs. I guess that is the point -- to keep me on my toes and looking, hoping to get a glimpse.
What helps my focus is that she also wears thigh high fish net stockings with wide black elastic tops that stop just a few inches below the bottom of the T shirt. Some have embroidered messages like, 'Pussy Ahead', or 'Fuck Me' or just a simple arrow pointing up.
One of the good effects is that they point me to where I should be looking. But a bad effect is that I've become mad in lust with that special naked leg space between the top of her stockings and her panty. It is that special upper leg band of inviting naked skin which I know is so sensitive and responsive to touches, licks and kisses.
By the way, as much as I want to, I do NOT have permission to look at her bottom ass cheeks as they flash by. "That is a special advanced training for another time and only for extra good bois," she says.
I don't even have permission to look at her boobs - only between her legs, in the front. This week I have gotten a chance to see the occasional flash of black panty or pink panty or perhaps a white silk panty. My job is to look, get aroused and feel worship for my new Mistress. After a few days of this I am really horny all the time and starting to get obsessed. I guess that is the point, to be teased by Pussy Mistress.
Princess Mandy and I hang out a lot. I teach classes all day and she does Grad student stuff so we usually meet in the evenings. Whether it is her place or mine, I must get naked. When she comes near me I must get down on my knees with head bowed, hands behind my back which helps thrust my hips and cock forward.