Finally she gluttonously drank me.
Of course Stella called too, pleading for
a lift to the hospital for the examination
she was scheduled for. Princess said no
because the trip could be easily done
by train.
It is not about being a bad mom, it is
about drawing lines and Stella needs
them otherwise she’ll devour you alive.
“I am sure is she calls you you’ll say
yes,” Princess smirked.
“She won’t call me,” I told her.
Not even 5 minutes later Stella phoned
me.
“Please Franco, I feel bad, my body
hurts, I need you to take me to the
hospital. Otherwise I won’t make it in
time for the examination.”
My heart bled when I said no and she
hung up, angry.
We enjoyed a healthy breakfast with
grapefruits and Princess cut and peeled
one for me.
“Listen baby, in a few weeks we have a
play date in the Fetish Café and I would
love to see you wear something new.”
Princess smiled.
“Let’s go girl.”
We spend two hours in an erotica shop
in my hometown.
First we tried the fishnet-based stuff.
Princess has a beautiful formed body
but she isn’t 20 anymore and these
clothes seemed to emphasize the
wrong details too much.
We moved to wet look as latex was way
to expensive for the end of the month.
The poor thing changed clothes a zillion
times and finally there were only two
outfits that pleasured us both.
“It is your call, Milord,” she told me.
One dress has a closed fine gauzed net
for the back and a wet look front
making her curves simply look
gorgeous. A gauzed comma-shape went
down a breast making the border of the
nipple visible. Erotic, sensual and very
hot, ideal for an evening of play in a
club.
The second one was a dress with an
open back and I know how I like to
stroke Princess’ bare back. It was sexy
too without being erotic albeit also
showing her curves in a very
advantageous way.
If it wouldn’t have been the end of the
month I would have bought both but I
couldn’t afford doing so.
I finally chose the dress Princess is
willing to wear when we go out dancing
or for dinner. It is an extremely sexy
dress without being too provocative.
It is the kind of dress a woman would
wear when accompanied by a Dom
who respects his wife and is happy to
know she feels sexy, female, safe and
free in the expression of her sexuality.
A Dom who does not care or is not
intimidated by the hungry looks of
other men, stare and look but in the
end she goes home with me.
The most important thing is that
Princess loves the dress and feels
extremely sexy wearing it. The leash
though is in my hands.
Princess and I ended the day fetching
Stella. She was mad and hurt and loved
the attention we gave her.
I dropped them both at the garage.
“A hug?” I asked Stella.
“Don’t fuck with me, this is not funny”,
she scowled.
In despite everything Stella hugged me
and tapped me on the shoulder.
I kissed Princess goodbye.
We won’t see each other before next
Sunday evening. I wish I could fuck
Princess, wearing the dress, this
evening.
Dream on, Franco. Dream on.