After my Splooge-a-Palooza I was so exhausted I felt like I had to refrain from Princess Jewel’s training for awhile at least. I took almost an entire week off.
Since I’ve started training with Princess, my prescribed bedtime outfit is supposed to include my pink Princess T-shirt (it actually says “Princess” on it), my pink anklet socks (complete with pink bows), and NO boy shorts. Princess prefers that I don’t wear any bottoms at all to bed. I think it’s partly because She wants Thumbelina to feel less restricted.
Well, this last week I was a “silly boy” as Princess calls it. I wore my normal bedtime outfit (white T-shirt, shorts and white sox) and tried not to think about how exciting every call is with Princess.
Whenever I take any kind of break from Her, Princess says that I’m still thinking about or trying to actually BE a man, and that this will get more difficult to do as I get more and more addicted to Her control. I sometimes want to pretend this isn’t true, but no matter how hard I try, I can’t stop thinking about all the amazing and exciting things Princess makes me do, how wonderful it feels to be controlled by Her and how much I love hearing Her giggles as I degrade myself for Her amusement.
So, last night, I was back for another incredible session.
I think Thumbelina called Princess first. Every time I look at my credit card, I see new charges I don’t remember putting there. It seems that Thumby and Princess love shopping, and Thumbelina just loves buying things for Princess. I only find out about these purchases later on. This past week I got yet another package. This time it was two tutus – one hot pink and the other one purple. It’s hard to feel like a man when I keep receiving packages like this in the mail.
I do know that Thumbelina made me put on her lipshine, put the black lace bra on the Tweedles (my pathetic balls named by Princess as “Tweedledum and Tweedledee” are now only useful functioning as boobies for Thumbelina), put gold sparkle on her and the Tweedles, and spray her favorite perfume (Loves Baby Soft) on her and her boobies. She also made me put on the tutus – layering them with pink on top an purple underneath. Then Thumby made me take pictures for Princess. Princess may post a couple here.
By the time I finally surrendered to the urge to call and feel Princess Jewel’s complete control once more, She was ready to do her worst. She and Thumby are always plotting against me, and I think Thumbelina is always spying on me and telling Princess what I’m thinking. On this call, it was all about Princess making me eat lots and lots of whipped cum. I had the rest of Tom’s cum, some of Chris’ cum, and plenty of my own. At one point I was licking whipped cum off Mr. Cock (my 9″ big black dildo), saying cockfirmations and occasionally shooting whipped cum at my face. Princess Jewel was giggling and laughing all the while, and that’s like beautiful music to me now. Princess particularly loved it when I wobbled the head of Mr. Cock between my lips as spoke, making funny sounds (like I love Jeweltopiaaaaaaaaaaaaaa). By the end of the call, my tummy had LOTS of cummies in it. Princess was in a generous mood, I guess, because She allowed Thumbelina to throw up.
I was revved up for at least the next hour or so, and I couldn’t calm down until 3 am.
So much for resisting Princess Jewel. As I write this, I can barely remember why I wanted to try to be a man last week. Being Princess Jewel’s good girl is SOOO much better.