Dinner Time

You make a delicious pasta dinner. You make the table and tell her it's ready. Princess sits down at the table and smells the cooking.

"Oh my this looks delicious." she exclaims as she picks up her fork and knife. You sit down at the table with her so you can eat as well but Princess stops you.

"Ahem. We should say grace first." You blush and your eyes widen as you forget your manners. Your mistress begins to say a prayer towards the feminine goddess. In this new reality, female superiority goes even into religion. Your Princess prays to the goddess and then finishes. Before you can even pick up a fork she stops you again.

"Tsk-tsk. Did I say you can eat food yet. You get to eat an appetizer for each meal."

She moves her chair back slightly and spreads her legs. She snaps her fingers and points to her pussy. You know what to do now.