Princess

After our oh so lovely stroll we return home. As Heather settles into the sofa with a book I excuse myself. With my energy now flagging fast I had something extremely important to do before I conked out entirely.

She gives me a look, her brow rising. “You’re not sneaking away to…” She motions down to my crotch.

I chuckle. After a day like today the thought of rubbing one out was the last thing on my mind. Hell, I wasn’t sure if I’d ever have to masturbate again with all the action I was likely to be getting from here on out. “No, Ma’am.” I say. “I wouldn’t dare without permission. I just wanted to say goodnight to Mia.”

“Oh.” She blows me a kiss then returns to her book. “Very well, my love.”

After closing the door behind me I sit down on the bare mattress in the guest room. The bedding was still down in the dryer after I’d washed it earlier. I’d been looking forward to this call all day. And after reconnecting with my Mistress in such a special way I knew just how important it would be for Mia as well. Bringing up Mia’s number I then dial.

“Sir?” Her sweet voice answers almost immediately.

“There’s my Princess.” I say warmly.

“Ohhhh!” Her tone was somewhere between swooning and ready to burst with joy.

“Did you have a good day today?”

“Yes, Sir.” She says. “Very much so. Being with you and the others, watching you play your game, it was so fun. And afterward I came back here to work on that piece some more. I think it’s really coming along.”

“I can’t wait to hear it.” I say.

“Did…you have a good day, Sir?”

“I did. Thank you for asking.”

“You…had fun with Julie and Briana, Sir?”

“You heard about that?”

“No, Sir. Not the details.” She says. “Julie just said something happened. She seemed really happy about it.”

“Hm.” I hum. “It was good fun. But that was just playtime. I’ve called about something much more important.”

“What’s that?”

“You of course.” I say. “My Princess.”

“Oh!”

Naturally, without even thinking about it, my voice had deepened. “Are you alone right now?”

“Mmm.” I could practically hear her vibrating with excitement. “Yes, Sir. I’m in my dorm room.”

“Is the door locked?”

“Yes, Sir.”

“Very good.” I say. “Are you ready for our good night session?”

“Yes, Sir! I’ve been waiting for you.”

“Are you kneeling?”

“I am now, Sir.”

“Atta girl.” I say. “Let’s start simple. I want you to tell me that you’re a good girl. I’d like to hear it in your pretty voice.”

“Sir?”

“Is there a problem, Princess?”

“No, Sir!” She peeps.

“For hesitating I want you to pinch your thigh.” I say, my voice firming. “Hard enough so you feel it. Do it now.”

“Mm!”

“Very good. Give it a rub. Let the sting fade away. That’s it, Princess. You may go ahead, now.”

“I’m…a good girl.”

“Again.”

“I’m a…good girl.”

“Again.”

“I’m a good girl!”

“Yes you are, Princess.” I smile. “What are you wearing?”

“Um…a nightie.”

“That’s it?”

“And some panties.”

“Mmm, very nice.” I say. “I want you to put the phone down on your bed and take off your nightie.”

“Yes, Sir.” After a few moments of rustling she returns. “It’s off.”

“Good girl.” I say, imagining what sexy Mia would be looking like right now. In my mind’s eye I could see her lovely brown skin, the swoop of her back and the curve of her butt, and that wonderful big bulge in her panties. “Are you still kneeling?”

“Yes, Sir.”

“Have you already taken care of yourself tonight?”

“No, Sir.” She says, her voice both tense and proud. “I saved it in case you wanted to, um…”

“Good girl!” I say. “You did good. You waited all day for me. From what I understand of women like you you must really be feeling it by now.”

“Mm hm. Yeah. I sure am.”

“Princess?”

“Yes, Sir! I’m feeling it.”

“You didn’t address me properly. Pinch your thigh, beautiful.”

“Mm!”

“Good girl.” I praise her obedience. “Are you hard right now?”

After just a brief hesitation she says softly. “Yes, Sir.”

“Mmm. Very nice.” I say. “I’m afraid I’ve been a very bad Sir to you.”

“Oh! No! No, you’re amazing.”

“No.” I say. “I sent you away today without even giving you something to smell me by. With everything else it just slipped my mind.”

“It’s okay, Sir.”

“No. It’s not.” I say. “Tomorrow, after work, I’ll hold back a piece of my clothes for you to take home next time we see each other. Okay?”

She giggles. “Yes, Sir. I’d like that, Sir.”

“Do you have a preference?”

“Um…if it’s not too much trouble…I’d really like a shirt.”

“If you’re a good girl, and I know you will be, I’ll save you my undershirt tomorrow.”

“Ohhhh.”

“Until then you’ll just have to remember what I smell like.”

“I remember.” She whispers. “I remember, Sir.”

“I know you do. Alright. I want you to set down the phone again then sit up tall. Put your hands behind your back. I want those perfect tits of yours high and proud. Close your eyes and imagine me there watching you, studying every inch of you. Count to twenty, slowly, then come back.”

“Yes, Sir.” She says breathily. As I listen to her counting I lay down on the bed and close my eyes so that I might picture my submissive Mia more clearly. Though there is a tremble of randy excitement in her voice she counts slow and steady right up to twenty. “I’m done. Did you hear me, Sir?”

“I heard you.” I say. “Now I want you to crawl on your hands and knees around your room three times. I want that sweet booty of yours nice and high, head up proud.”

“Yes, Sir!” Again I go quiet and listen. “One…two…three. I did it, Sir.”

“Good girl.” I say. “Good girls do what they’re told, and you are a very good girl, Princess.”

“Mmmm!”

“Don’t worry. I won’t leave you waiting much longer.” I smile. “Now, place the phone on the floor beside your bed. I want you get down and kiss it. Kiss it as if it were my foot.”

“Yes, Sir!” Each ‘yes, sir’ was breathier and more enthusiastic. With each command Mia was falling further under my power. As I listen to her wet, moaning smooches a niggle of a worry began to bloom that I might do too good a job and ruin her for the special bonded male that she would eventually claim. But…surely a true honey bond would override anything we were doing here. “I did it.” She reports. “Did I kiss your foot well enough, Sir?”

“More than well enough.” I tell her. “Now, thank me for owning you.”

“Ohhhh! Thank you! Thank you, Sir!”

“Shhhh.” I say. “Alright, Princess. You did well. You may crawl up into bed now.”

I hear some more rustling. “I’m in bed, Sir.”

“Under the covers?”

“Yes, Sir.”

“Show me.” I wait. A few seconds later comes a photo of Mia in bed grinning from ear to ear with plaid blankets pulled up to her chin. “God, you’re beautiful.”

“Oh!”

“Take off your glasses.” I say. “You won’t need them now. Alright. I want you to slide one hand down your body.” As I give Mia her orders I follow along myself. “All the way down. I want you to feel your balls. They’re full and aching, aren’t they Princess?”

“Mmmm. Y-Yes, Sir.”

“Of course they are. Now, take a light grip around your cock. Over your panties. You are not allowed to touch yourself directly.”

“Yes, Sir.”

“Okay. Now start to stroke. Stroke, stroke, stroke, stroke that beautiful penis of yours. I bet your so hard for me right now.”

“I am! Ohhh! I am, Sir! I’m so hard for youuu.”

“Good girl.” I stroke along with her for a short time but soon let go of myself. I might be Sir in here with Mia but I too had my orders. “Keep going. That’s it. Now put your phone on speaker, not too loud now, and lay it on the pillow beside your head.”

Another rustle and I hear the nature of the sounds change as she goes to speaker phone. “It’s done, Sir. Ohhhh, this feels really good.”

“I know it does.” I whisper into her ear. “Now put your other hand reach up and grab your headboard. Imagine that both your hands are bound there, and your feet are tied to the bedposts. That’s not your hand stroking your cock. It’s mine. It’s my hand. I’m there with you, Princess. I’m stroking you through your panties.”

“Ohhhhhhh, God!”

“Yessss, Princess.” I urge her on. “Surrender. Surrender to your Sir.”

“OHHHHHH, GOD! ELLIOT! MMPH! MMMMMM!”

“Okay…shhhhh. Stop now.” I croon. “Not yet, Princess. You don’t have permission.”

There is a long silence that follows. When at last she speaks her voice is small and sheepish. “Sir?”

“Yes, Princess.”

“I…came.” She mewls. “I came without permission. I’m sorry!”

My smile grows even as my voice goes lower. “Oh my, Princess! That was fast.”

“I’m sorry! I-I-I didn’t mean to!”

“Shhhhh.” I calm her. “These things happen.”

“It won’t happen again.” She says, her voice pleading. “I…shouldn’t have waited so long. I…”

“Shhhhh.” I say, cool and in control as I imagine her there with her panties full of hot, fresh seed. “I’m happy you waited for me. It makes me happy to hear how much you wanted to cum for me. So much that you couldn’t even wait for permission. You are so sexy, my naughty girl.”

“Ohhh, Elliot.”

“Tell me you’re my naughty girl.”

“I’m your naughty girl, Sir.”

“Yes you are. But just because I’m happy doesn’t mean you’re not in trouble. You disobeyed me and that must receive a punishment.”

“Yes, Sir. I understand.” Her voice gives away her anticipation. She wasn’t afraid of my discipline, she was eager for it!

“First, pinch your thigh.”

“Oo!”

“Next, I want you to taste yourself.”

“Sir?”

“Taste your cum. Put your fingers under your panties.”

“Okay. I feel it. It’s warm and sticky.”

“Now bring them to your mouth. Suck them as if they were my cock. I want you to suck my cock clean, Princess.”

“Mmm. Mlmm. Mmm! MMM! Shlmmm!”

“Does it taste good? Does my cum taste good?”

“Yes, Sir.” She whispers. “I’ve never tasted anything better.”

“Good girl.” My bright tone itself is a reward. “Now, you will set a timer for 60 minutes. I want you to lay there for exactly one hour. I don’t want you to move, I don’t want you to make a sound, I don’t even want you to open your eyes. You just focus on that mess in your panties. As you feel that jizz ooze and dry I want you to lay there and think about how you came without permission. And I want you to think about how kind I was to let you off with such a light punishment. Next time, I won’t be so easy on you.”

“Yes, Sir! Yes, Sir! I will, Sir! Thank you, Sir!”

“Do you have your own washroom there?”

“Yes, Sir.”

“Very good.” I say. “After an hour I want you go and clean yourself up. In the shower I want you to edge for me three times then go to bed hard.”

“But…”

My tone hardens. “But?”

“Um…I m-might have a wet dream if I go to bed like that.”

“That’s a chance we’re going to have to take. Make sure you’re wearing clean panties.”

“Nightie?”

“No.”

She giggles. “Yes, Sir. It will be done.”

“Tell me you’re a good girl.”

“I’m a good girl.”

“Again.”

“I’m a good girl.”

“Again.”

“I’m a good girl!”

“Yes you are.” My voice returns to my normal pitch, a subtle signal that our session was over. “Mia?”

“Mm?”

“My soul belongs to Heather, forever, but…you are a really special lady and I do love ya, okay?”

“Mmm.” She coos. “I love you too, Elliot.”

“Sleep well, my Princess.”

“I will, Sir.” She says softly. “You too.”

We blow kisses goodnight then end the call. When I return to the living room Heather stops and looks up from her book to watch me sit down on the opposite side of the sofa and start flipping through my work binder.

“You’re looking awfully pleased with yourself.”

I grin without looking up. “I am.”

She laughs. “How is Mia?”

“Better than ever.” I say. “I think she’ll sleep well tonight.”

“Oh, that’s nice.” She leans over and gives me a peck to my cheek. “Such a good Prince.”