Issue 21: Treat Her Like A Princess...
NSFW: Covers for Wicked Bites and Sweet Tidbits
‘Tis the season for erotica? What a year it’s been, with the release of Filthy Morsels, and Wicked Bites close on its heels. It’s being read by my editor as I finish off the last few stories. I will share that characters from stories in Filthy Morsels will appear in Wicked Bites and Sweet Tidbits.
What I’m working on: I’ve turned my attention more fully to Sweet Tidbits. If you’ve ever wanted me to write more Daddy dom stories, here’s your chance to submit requests in the comments for my consideration.
I’ve loved writing all these short stories, but I’ve missed spending time on my longer length stories. The completion of Sweet Tidbits will close out my unofficial “trilogy of erotic short stories” and I am going to return writing to other projects that are longer. Novellas like Diary of a Band Slave and the two religion stories. Novels like the still-untitled Cole/Laura/Steve story and the story featuring Mark from Training His Wife.
The Princess Treatment [M/f]
She was waiting right where he expected her to be. Crouched on all fours on the padded yoga mat, rolled out in the middle of the entryway. Completely naked.
The clothes he’d picked out for her that morning were folded on the chair by the coat rack. He picked up the smallest square of fabric, bringing it to his nose for a deep inhalation, touched the tip of his tongue to the gusset. It was fragrant with that heady, telling musk of hers.
Looking at her waiting in position at his pleasure filled him with an undeniable surge of joy. He considered the source of this feeling carefully. Part of it was derived from having a beautiful woman naked, of course. Seeing the round butt, the flared slope from waist to hip, the tempting swelling curves of her breasts. Part of it was possessive in nature, a sense of ownership over this human. And a great deal of it came from knowing he had complete freedom over this flesh, that those orifices were his to invade, to fill.
He slid open the drawer of the console table and took out her bridle. The bit settled right back into its proper place in her mouth, her tongue flicking at it before it went in and pressed it into submission. The straps went over her head and cheeks. The drool started up almost immediately. He teased her succulent hole for a bit, then greased the plug with a generous amount of lubricant before sliding it into her asshole. Drool, lubricant, arousal…there would be come painting her skin soon, too. He liked it when his play made her messy and wet. It’s part of the defilement of his princess, making her remain in a slightly soiled and used state.
He really likes it when they have occasion to dress formally. He escorts her out as a princess, anticipating when he’ll have the chance to absolutely ruin her. To muss up all that pristine perfection, to plant her on her knees and have her gagging on his cock with her beautiful dress pooled on the floor. To grope and hurt her tits through the silk and velvet and satin. To bend her over some piece of furniture, crumpling her dress in his hands, so he can watch himself push his cock into her asshole. To finger her until her clit is a rudely erect, red little jewel.
He’s always rougher when she’s dressed like a princess. Something in him loves to corrupt that high-class beauty, to profane the perfect purity of her. To remind them both that, under the glitz and glamor, she’s still his trained animal.
She grunted a bit at the insertion of the plug. An indelicate, earthy sound from his usually polished wife.
He dabbed away a bit of saliva with fastidious attention intended to highlight her lack of control. Then he attached the reins to her bridled head and led her and her bitted mouth and naked body to the kitchen, where his dinner was waiting for him.
While he ate, with leisurely enjoyment at the meal she had prepared for him, he sometimes had her stand, sometimes he had her kneel. Today he had her squat on her heels with her knees spread, drooling in the corner.
He beckoned her over as he wiped his mouth with the napkin.
“That was wonderful, my dear, thank you.”
She waited while he prepared her meal, now that he had finished his. It took him much less time to do hers than it took her for him: applesauce from a can, steamed peas and carrots, a few cubes of plain chicken breast. All of it was put in a bowl that he placed on the ground. With a click of his tongue, he gave her leave to eat.
After that was taken care of, the bridle went back on, in addition to a harness of leather belts that strapped her folded arms behind her back and squeezed and accentuated her breasts into prominent, jutting globes of taut flesh. A broken-in strap went between her legs, snug and tight, her swollen flesh bulging around it.
He marched her through their backyard, over the gravel pathways, through the garden, to the fields that were part of the acreage, where he gave her leave to pick up her pace into a jog at the end of the long tether he held in his hands. Back and forth she trampled over the long grasses until she was shivering with sticky sweat and exertion.
A good time to push her down in the soft dirt and unzip his pants. He took the bit out, gave her a sip of water, and fed his cock straight into that obediently waiting orifice. The evening air was sweet and fresh, and her mouth was hot and practiced. He had been assiduous and exacting about training her to his personal tastes in this area. Her mouth was made for his specific pleasure. The clutch of her willing throat, ah! Such heady delights.
The bit-gag went right back in when he had spilled. They walked back home. When he undid the straps and the harness, he could see and feel her seething, simmering cunt. Poor pussy. He planned on mistreating it quite thoroughly that night. From the state of it, he was certain she wouldn’t object too hard.
What I’m listening to: “Teach U a Lesson” by Robin Thicke. Lines like You’ve been a bad girl / Someone's gonna have to teach you a lesson / Someone's gonna have to straighten you right out just really do it for me.
What I’m reading: The Scientific Method by Joey W. Hill, one of my favorite authors, set in her Vampire Queen world, and The Theory of Attraction by Delphine Dryden. Both are BDSM novellas that feature geeky doms who are most at home in a science lab, but who also know a thing or two about thoroughly mastering a submissive. Positively yummy when all that intelligence, goals oriented mindset, creative problem solving, focus and attention to detail is brought to bear on a sub.
What I’m wondering: What trope would you be interested in seeing me write next?
Teacher Student - student dominant.
Loved that. Strict control always dies it for me.