22: Just like a Princess

"How could you do that? Why? Why did you tell her?" Mark cried out to Sarah as soon as Kate left. He could not believe that she would tell Kate, his mother's secretary, about his current situation. Now, it wouldn't be long before his family knew as well.

"It's alright. In fact, I think you may have a shot at becoming the heir or whatever again," Sarah threw a bone, trying to calm him down.

"What? How?"

"I told her that all your past misdemeanours were because no one put in the effort to understand you, the real you," Sarah said wiping a tear from his eye. "It was all because the real you didn't get a chance at anything."

"What are you saying...?"

"Well, in short, it means that as long as you act as a good girl, Kate might be able to convince your parents to think again before throwing you out for good." Sarah hugged him gently, resting her hands on his hip.

"..Bu-but.. I don't want to be a girl... This is all just until...," Mark murmured, embarrassed by the sudden skinship.

"You don't?" Sarah teased, tugging his panties up and slapping his ass cheek. "Then should I just call her back and tell that you were just a crossdressing pervert with a tiny dick?"

"ah~ No... I'll be a good girl. Let go.."

"Good. Oh and start a part-time job immediately. Kate took away your bank card."

"... What? Why do I have to work?" Mark helplessly asked, carefully lightening his tone feeling the tight grip she had on his panties.

"Hmm... Rule no 4: Good girls always work hard....Now, let's get started with your lessons." Sarah squeezed his ass before slapping it again, directing him to the bedroom.

Starting with hair and makeup, Sarah started her lessons for Mia. While they didn't have a proper vanity table, She quickly made a makeshift that served the purpose.

Together with the creams from the saloon and her personal ones, Sarah started explaining how to apply makeup from the ground up. Anytime he failed to remember what any of it did or how it was to be applied, she would bend him over her lap and give 10 spankings.

After the first few sets of spankings, Sarah was happy with the fervent motivation he started to show.

Just as he felt he was getting the hang of it, Sarah put him to start the next lesson on etiquette and mannerisms. Befitting the body language of a 19th-century princess he was to become, Sarah quickly used the paddle to fix his posture, drilling down the proper ways to sit, stand, walk and glide.

"What was rule number 1?" Sarah asked readying her paddle across his ass.

"uh.. uh.. Always wear lingerie?"

"Yes. And that includes your corset and stockings as well." Sarah gave an additional spanking before fastening a matching corset tightly under his chemise. After having him carefully fold and wear the thigh-high sheer stockings with a garter belt, she took out an additional pair of suspenders and tied it across each leg, forcing him to almost close his legs as it only allowed a small gap between his thighs. "There, now you should be able to sit and walk better. You'll continue to wear it like this under your skirts until you can do without it, understood?"

"Yes..." Mark sat with his knees and ankles together, slightly slanting his legs to the side imitating the posture of a demure princess. He couldn't even complain as his balls were getting squished between his own thighs, fearing the paddle smack against his already red ass cheeks.

As if his new sitting posture wasn't embarrassing enough, the suspenders practically **** him to walk with one foot over the other, not leaving any room to open his legs more than that.

Just as he thought they were finally done with all the lessons, Sarah quickly reminded him that he would be practising it every day in front of her, making him caress his burning ass in distress.

As morning came, Mark quickly got ready to hit the gym, this time making sure to wear a bra under his tank top. Downing two full glasses of protein shakes, Mark left with a newfound energy. While he was able to better control his libido this time, he was still barely resisting the urge to cum. The moment he saw Derrick enter the gym, Mark stormed out of the gym, bidding farewell to Felicia urgently.

Mistaking Mia's reaction to seeing her boss for shyness, Felicia decided to probe further into Mia's likes for men slowly from the next day onwards.

Reaching back, Mark shut himself in the bathroom right away. Turning the shower on, Mark stood naked, trying to calm his libido again.

Whether it was Sarah's constant groping and touching, Felicia's compromising and stimulating exercises or the constant stares strangers gave him as he walked in the streets, he couldn't help but get aroused.

Earlier, it was a daily morning routine for him to pleasure himself in the bathroom after going through Sarah's teasings. But now, with the cage completely locking his dick, there was no way for him to touch or stroke it.

The constant denial made him want to reach orgasm even more.

Carefully taking the anal plug out, Mark inserted his finger in as he leaned against the wall. **** to cum, Mark twirled his finger around trying to find the same spot the plug poked against. It was the only option he had left.

Just as he was about to give up, he had a sudden shameful thought. Taking the anal plug, he slowly inserted it three-quarters in before pulling it out.

Mark carefully repeated the action, slowly at first, gradually increasing the speed.

'Yesss! This is it.'

Overcome with pleasure, Mark increased the pace further, moaning loudly under the shower.

"Ah~ Ah~ Ah~ Ah~ Ahhhhhhh♡♡~~~ mmmm♡" Mark climaxed, cumming through the small opening in his cage.

'No..., what did I do?' Mark sat on the bathroom floor shocked, with his thighs closed and knees folded, as post-nut clarity finally set in.

"Mia, are you alright? I heard some... noises..." Sarah rushed in, opening the bathroom door.