Good to be Prince

Heather grabs my hand and pulls me along behind her toward the washroom. Once there she tells me to strip down as she begins to draw the bath. The washroom is filled with the now familiar honey sweetened floral aroma of one of Heather’s special concoctions. She gives my penis the most adorable little kiss then helps me into the sudsy water. I let out a soft groan as I sink into the hot bath.

Kneeling beside the tub Heather gazes with a soft smile. “You just soak for awhile. I don’t know what Rebecca did to you but I’m sure you could use a bit of recuperation.” With a glance to the mountain of bubbles she asks. “Did you save anything for me, lover?”

“Always.” I smile. A memories stirs of hearing my own voice crying to Domina to use me like a slut, a cry that mostly went unanswered tonight as she cut things short once I went into subspace. “She barely touched me from the waist down honestly. I’m pretty fresh.”

Heather purrs and kisses my cheek. “Well then! Maybe we can continue our…discussion about growing our family?”

“Mmm.” I sink deeper into the foam. “I think the blueprints have been drawn. Now comes hard work of building it.”

She giggles. “My little builder.” Scooping up a handful of bubbles she blows it at and laughs again as the suds land on my head. “This brings back some memories.”

“It certainly does.” I sigh, remembering that early bath she gave me.

Leaning over me she kisses my head. “I’m going to fix us a snack. Soak, relax, recuperate, and think virile thoughts.” Rising she dries her hands then head out of the room, closing the door behind her to conserve the heat and humidity. Through the door I can hear her humming softly as she clanks around preparing some food.

I lay my head back and stare up at the ceiling. That dungeon felt like world away now yet I could still feel the rawness in my throat after the extended face fucking. The more intense aftereffect though was the thrilling buzz I was feeling after the emotional roller coaster of being dominated, subspace, the drop after managed so masterfully by Rebecca and Roger, and the following exultation of being in Heather’s arms again. All the ups and downs had evened out to a steady appreciative joy. After dwelling on it for a time I file that memory away alongside those of my other ladies. My thoughts turn to Lily. We’d fooled around a bit but I felt the absence of having a deeper experience with her.

Lily…my thoughts drift back to high school where she was one of the hottest, most popular and most unobtainable girls in the whole school. The smoking hot twin sister of my bully. Though we were nearly the same age, from the same graduating class, and I actually knew her back then, we even spoke from time to time, psychologically she felt as though she was the most unreachable of all of Heather’s clan. My younger self had put her into a category of ‘WAY out of my league’ and old ingrained hierarchies were hard to shake. I chuckle as it occurs to me that in a way she still was out of my reach. Or, to be more accurate, out of Elliot’s reach. Ellie however held a key to a lock that Elliot could have never picked on his own. Girl’s night was coming and I could not wait.

I shake my head. What a life I lead. Ohhhh, it was GOOD to be Prince!

Soaking in the tub, its heat easing every knot and tension Rebecca’s dungeon had given me, I lay daydreaming about my ladies and how each of them had so quickly grown to be special to me. Heather, my soulmate and life partner and Queen for life. Mia, my most precious princess. Julie, my fun fuck buddy. Briana, my super chill friend. Lily, the old crush and awakener of my feminine side. And now Rebecca too, patron and dominatrix. I loved each and every one of them, and they loved me. I was even looking forward to getting to know Roger better. My short time with him had made me aware of the gnawing emptiness of a positive male role model I’d had in my life since the **** of my father. Roger would never be my dad, nobody could be and it wasn’t something I even wanted, but just knowing I had an older, wiser man to talk to again about…anything gave me great comfort. My new chosen family. My new weird, kinky, absolutely perfect family. And then there was Liam…

I sigh and shake my head.

I clean up well, scrubbing any possible trace of Dungeon smell off of me thoroughly enough for even Heather’s keen nose, then rinse off and dry off. Wiping the foggy mirror to see my face I smile as I notice the bright gleam in my blue eyes. What a change from the first time I looked at myself through this mirror when I saw a scared, broken, lonely man staring back at me. I now stood taller, my chin higher, my shoulders straighter, my face at peace and my eyes beaming with confidence. Just by habit now I tell myself a few affirmations.

“I am strong. I am worthy. I am good Prince. I am a hard worker. I am hers, and I deserve to be.” With a cocky smirk I add. “And I’m dead sexy too!”

I shoot myself a wink then go to slip into some pajamas. Back in the kitchen I find Heather in a flowing nightgown whose sheer fabric hugged her big, beautiful ass in just the right way. Sliding in behind her I slip my arms around her and press tight into her back, my semi-hard dick nestling into the ample space between her butt cheeks.

“Hello, handsome.” She purrs and wriggles back against me.

“Hello, beautiful.” I whisper and kiss her soft neck. “Ham and mushroom omelets, fruit, yogurt, porridge? You offer a snack and prepare a feast.”

“I need my man to keep up his strength, don’t I?”

Closing my eyes I nuzzle her shoulder, her soft hair against my cheek, and melt into her body. I hold her strong in my arms. “Oh, Heather. It’s overwhelming sometimes.”

She pats my cheek then lightly plays with the hair around my ear. “The feeling is mutual, my love.”

I let out a long happy sigh then kiss her. “Right! Refuel, refocus, make some babies, get some sleep. Repeat as needed.”

“Ha ha ha!” She spins in my arms and wraps her arms around my waist. Her big brown eyes twinkling she says. “I love a man who understands the assignment.”