We had a wonderful evening, Princess and I.
When she arrived I ordered Princess to go to our bedroom and change. Her sexy Fetish Wet Look dress was lying on the bed. Princes is not allowed to wear anything else but what I have prepared so of course she was naked under the dress.
“Bring what I’ve put next to the dress with you when you are ready and please knock before entering our living room,” I told her.
Minutes later I Princess gently knocked on the door and when I opened it she was standing there smiling, happy as a lark.
The sexy dress fitted as a glove and in her cupped hands Princess held her collar.
After she answered the three questions that have become some kind of ritual I collared her and I led her to the church chair.
Before I gave her permission to sit down I touched her, lifting her dress so I could inspect what’s mine. Her pussy was already wet and I told Princess she was under no circumstances allowed to cum.
The she sat down and I opened the bottle of Shiraz using the wine set Princess had given me.
We drank and talked for a while in our dimly lit living room and she told me she enjoyed hearing our BDSM play music again.
I got up and helped Princess stand up and directed her to the red cushion that was waiting.
“Kneel,” I commanded.
She kneeled and I could see the burning desire in her eyes when I dropped my pants.
“Pleasure me, girl,” I growled.
After a while I grabbed Princess’ hair and helped her up and then pushed her over the backrest of the sofa and lifted up her dress.
I did not waste my time warming up her butt and spanked her with the rubber oven glove. Princess was making all the right noises so I knew she was enjoying every blow and soon her breathing changed. She was on the verge of climaxing.
I stopped the spanking and quickly pulled a rubber over my rock hard cock. I spread her buttocks and gently pushed against her sweet little rosebud.
It did not take that much of an effort and within seconds I had her ass speared.
First I move leisurely, brushing her shoulders with the rubber whip. Then I put it aside and grabbed Princess’ hair pulling her head backwards, holding her hip with my other and fucked her mercilessly.
Princess screamed and told me a zillion times how much she loved me.
I pulled back seconds before she climaxed and used a tissue to remove the rubber.
“Straighten yourself girl. Pull your dress down for heaven’s sake,” I snapped.
“Yes Milord,” she whispered.
Princess left for the bathroom and when she came back I was sitting on the sofa, drinking wine.
I pointed to the cushion l had positioned between my legs.
“You know what to do”, I added.
Princess kneeled again, unzipped me, got my cock out and pleasured me. She is indeed a very good girl.
“Enough. Get up and bend over the couch.”
She got up and did what I had asked.
“Lift your dress, girl.”
Seconds later I pushed my cock deep in her longing pussy. It was already soaking wet.
I went on till I felt how her pussy started convulsing around my cock and pulled back.
Princess sighed. The poor thing is not used not being allowed to come.
“Go and clean yourself up, girl. You look like you’ve been fucked silly.”
Sitting in the sofa I allowed Princess to crawl up against me and for a while I held her in my arms. She felt safe, wanted and comfy and we kissed and I stroked her gently and kissed her some more. Princess told me she liked the new dimension I had given to our playing and being used a huge turn on.
“Are you tired?” I asked.
“Yes I am, Milord.”
“I’ll take you to bed, girl,” I said attaching the leash to her collar.
She sank on all for and crawled to our bedroom and up the bed.
“Wait for me.”
In the living room I blew out most of the candles and a few I brought to the bedroom. After choosing a playlist on my iPod and making sure the music was not to loud I came to bed.
We kissed and I ordered her down and she sucked and licked and then I pulled her up again and pushed Princess on her back and fucked her.
“No,” I barked when she asked permission to come.
I lay down on my back and Princess straddled me.
Soon she was fucking me and after a short moment I could tell she was close to a very intense orgasm.
“Come. Now, girl,” I ordered.
I felt a warm gush running over my belly, balls and between my thighs.
I cannot describe the noises she made but it ended with a long exhale of barely understandable words before she sank down on me, muttering and out of breath. Princess thanked me a thousand times and I could tell it had been a very intense orgasm.
Princess kissed me and I held her shivering body close to mine.
A little later Princess drank me and it did not take long after that before we dozed off.
A 5:30 a text message woke us up.
This time it was not Stella but Bo asking her mother if she would pick her up at 10:30 at a friend’s place. Bo was waiting at Barcelona Airport for her flight back home.
I could not help it but I made a nasty remark about us being woken up so early. Something about lacking respect for others and thinking their mom should be ready 24/24 7 and drop everything else at their command.
If it had been Stella I would no have minded. But that is because I have a meaningful connection with Princess’ first born.
Fuck, why texting at 5:30 and not when arriving at Charleroi Airport a few hours later. There would still be time enough for Princess to pick Bo up.
We got up at 8 this Sunday morning and made love. A delicious quickie it was.
Then we drove to Stella’s.
She had to work and we would be babysitting.
It turned out differently.
Stella complained about a painful shoulder restricting her movements and did not want to go to work.
Washing dishes or maneuvering a cleaning machine is heavy work and I can imagine with a wry neck it is even harder.In our presence Stella phoned to call in sick and her boss did not like it a bit. On a Sunday morning she has to find somebody else or do the work herself.
The discussion went sour and suddenly Stella hung up on her boss. Stella was raving mad.
Princess calmed her daughter down and we told Stella it was important to call her boss back and apologize.
Finally she did and even that call went a little sour.
There has been no single month since Stella started working that she hasn’t been absent one or more days. Mostly it is a last-minute call too. Her boss is fed up with this behavior.
On moments like this Stella’s limitations sadly become so painfully obvious.
At ten Princess dropped me of at my place and then she had to pick up Bo.
I am a little grumpy because our Saturday evening/Sunday morning was 3 hours shorter than usual.
Later this afternoon Little A. will be here and stay at my place for the next two weeks.