Previously on Fetish.com we met and followed a kinky little princess and her beloved MrB on a tale of long distance passion and their first meeting. Now our little princess's masturbation fantasy becomes a reality when they finally get to play after a long day...

 

 

 Kinky Little Princess...

 

 

 

A Masturbation Fantasy Cum True


One particular day I was sitting on the ground, playing with my two favorite stuffies, a unicorn named Horny (pun intended) and a puppy named Mr. Doggy. Daddy was making Daddy stuff, boring, boring Daddy stuff. I don’t know what, but something like paying the bills or something like that. When he was done I sneaked up to his knee and gave him the sweetest smile I could give. I asked in my cutest shy voice,

 

 

”Does Daddy wanna build a blanket fort with me today?”


I was worming around a bit, sticking out my butt a little, unaware of course, it just happens naturally.

He bent over me, feeling up my big butt. I was wearing the sweetest pink little dress and stay ups with bow ties at the top. I’d put makeup on, natural but also heavy at the same time. So I would look presentable for Daddy or if we had company. That’s the funniest thing with Daddy, he puts me in situations that are totally taboo and scary but he does it to help me. To teach me how to come out of my shell and have this lifestyle for real. To stretch the boundaries and see how far we can take it. He gave my butt a quick smack and rose up.

He gave my butt a quick smack and rose up.

 

 

 

”Let’s make a blanket fort,” he announced.


”YAAAAY DADDY WANNA PLAY!” I squealed, jumping up and down with my arms in the air, making my big tits bounce up and down. Mr. B’s gaze was stuck on my chest and I giggled.

”Does Daddy like my tits maybe?” I said, shyly looking down at the floor, twirling the tip of my foot while having my finger placed by my mouth.

”Yes, Daddy loves them very much,” he said. I was still staring down the floor so I couldn’t see him but I could hear him getting horny.

”Can Horny and Mr. Doggy play with us in the fort?” I said so sweet I sounded like pure sugar. ”Not today sweetie, today it’s Daddy and

Masturbation-Fantasy-2.jpg”Not today sweetie, today it’s Daddy and little time!” My face turned from shy to overly happy in an instant.

 

 

 

”Really? You and me time?” I exclaimed jumping into his strong arms as they caught me. He held me up like a scene from a romantic chick flick or something. We were so happy.


He put me back down on the floor and we started to build the blanket fort. It became big and beautiful. We got in. He brought yummy nummies like Nutella and strawberries. We watched Netflix and snuggled! He gave me a juicebox, like the little good princess I’d been all day. He put the straw in it for me, because I wasn’t big enough to do that by myself. Then fed me the Nutella covered strawberries, making an airplane with sound effects. We had the best time ever, just snuggling, laughing and loving each other.

Mr. B is a regular Daddy, just like I am a regular princess. He loves to feel dominant, in charge and to make the big decisions for me. At the same time he also has a soft side, a playful and loving side. Our relationship is based on love, trust and respect. And that is what makes this dynamic work.

We were sitting in our blanket fort when he gently asked,

 

 

 

”You wanna sit on Daddy’s lap princess?”


I looked at him with a surprised expression on my face. ”In our fort? Do you really mean it?” I cooed in my sweet voice.

”Yes of course honey, come sit on Daddy’s lap!”

We were instantly naked.

Mr. B scooted so he was laying down and I sat on Daddy in my special tight spot, trying to move up and down cause I knew Daddy liked that.

”Sweetie, stay still, let Daddy bounce you,” he whispered while his hands were running over my body. Feeling every inch of my soft skin, every groove, every bump and curve. He felt it. He felt ME.

 

 

Daddy owned me in that moment, completely owned me, my body, mind, and soul.


”Okay, Daddy,” I said, quiet as a mouse. I almost sounded afraid, but that was as far from my real feeling you could get. I was turned on, so turned on it hurt a little.

”Does it tingle in your special place?” Mr. B asked. I nodded and his right hand searched through my body to find my special place, my clit.

When he reached it I got shivers all over me, goosebumps on my thighs and arms.

He continued, ”How does your special place feel right now?” My answer was a little delayed by a couple of seconds. I closed my eyes and took it all in. He rubbed my special place so fast now whilst going fast but soft in and out of me.

 

 

 

And my Daddy was hard, so so hard.


”It feels like I’m on a rainbow Daddy!” I said after the first wave of pleasure had entered my body. He continued, faster and harder. ”How does it feel when your special place explodes? Use your words now, be a big girl.”

I moaned softly, my hands took a grip on his chest, my long nails pinched his skin. ”It feels like an explosion of purple and pink glitter in my special place. That’s spreading up in my tummy, my boobies, my arms and my legs.”

Now he fucked and fingered me so hard it was almost hard to stay on top of him. I had to pinch my nails into his skin just to keep myself up and not get tossed away from his hard thrusts. I continued.

”My toes and fingers curl.”

I had to stop to let a loud moan out.

”My stomach cramps and my head gets dizzy!”

Now I basically let out a moan and couldn’t for my life keep it in anymore. I was almost there.

I started screaming:

 

 

 

”OH, DADDY, YES, FASTER, DADDY, KEEP, GOING, DADDY!”


I came in an explosion of sweet love that squirted out of me. Forcing Mr. B out of my special spot from the powerful squirt and covered his whole crotch in my cum. I was shaking, from pleasure and arousal. I started to ride him violently and immediately but Mr. B took a grip of my waist, forcing me to stop.

”That’s good for now sweetheart,” he said and gave me a kiss on the forehead.

He led me to the shower and helped me clean up. After the long, hot, soapy shower we went into the bedroom. I had been allowed to decorate the bedroom however I wanted and it was AWESOME! Purple, pink, glitter and unicorns everywhere. Stuffies in the bed with purple sheets, a canopy net surrounding the bed with butterflies attached to it. We laid down in the bed of every girl’s dream: the mattress was so soft and squishy, the pillows were big and puffy.

 

 

”Now sweetie, I want you to do something you’ve never done before.”


I looked at him, a little scared. He could come up with the craziest ideas and sometimes I wasn’t sure if he was playing with my little side, or actually was serious. So at this moment I didn’t know what to expect.

”Stand like a little doggy,” he ordered and I did. Not in a sex way: ass up head down, in an innocent way, like I’ve actually never done this before. He started feeling my warm soft skin, from my shoulders down to my thighs and I could hear him breathing heavy.

”Now, sweetie. Now Daddy wants to be on a rainbow with glitter in my body,” he said in a loving, mentoring voice.

”Yay!” I shouted, turning my head.

”Daddy’s gonna blow his white goo in me!” Mr. B laughed.

”Yes, sweetie,” he said as shoved his cock into me.
He moved his cock nice and slow in and out of me. I was so teased, I wanted him to ram my pussy, go deep and show me what a little whore I was. I wasn’t a little any longer, now I was a submissive whore, longing for my Daddy’s cum in me.

”Please fuck me harder, Daddy!” I squealed, still with a sweet voice but now more aggressively. ”You want me to fuck you? HUH?!” He screamed, took a hard grip around my waist and forced himself deep, deep inside of me. I screamed from pain and pleasure at the same time. He took a grip of my hair, pulling my head up.

 

 

”Who’s in charge of the demands here?” He hissed in my ear. ”You, Daddy, sorry, Daddy!”


He imitated me in a mocking voice while forcing my head to move up and down like a nod. He slapped me, hard, on my ass and started pounding me recklessly, without any consideration of my squirms and tears that were streaming down my face.

They were tears both of pain and joy. Daddy's dick was so big that it hurt when he fucked me hard, but I liked it. I’m a masochistic slut so I love pain.

He grunted, started breathing heavily and his back arched while his head was moved back and forth. Spit was flying out of his mouth onto my back and he slapped me over and over again at the exact same spot and I screamed.

”Daddy it hurts!” I screamed and a second later he roared from pleasure, pumping his hot load deep into my pussy.

He fell down to the bed next to me in exhaustion, catching his breath. I laid down next to him and he put his arms around me.

 

 

”Sweetie, are you crying?” He said, shocked. ”Yes, Daddy, but they’re happy tears,” I reassured him.


Shortly after I was sound asleep, dreaming magical dreams about the wonderful land of tomorrow while Mr. B stroked my hair soothingly, lovingly.

 

 

 

 

 

The Storm, the Battle, and the Sword

 

 

Our love is pure. It’s true. Nothing can break us, ever. Together we’re a team, fighting all the dragons in the world with the magical sword, called love. Our magical sword is built from trust, hope, wonder, joy, loyalty and laughter. It can cut through anything, even stone. We use it carefully, we don’t want to break it. We don’t want it to grow old or become torn down and tired. Together, we nurture it, cherish it. Our sword is the saviour of both me and Mr. B’s life.


Before I met Mr. B, I was miserable. I didn’t have anything. Completely broken and torn apart. I was standing in a storm. Waiting for it to stop pulling my arms and legs in different directions. Almost bursting from pain, oh so much pain. Then he came; my knight in shining armor. He was the shield that protected me from the storm and I was the one thing in the world he felt worth protecting. He protected me from the dragons, the demons and the evil sorcerers in the world. The ones who tried to inflict pain on me. Who would cause me trouble- the ones who tried to lure me to the dark side. Not the good kind of dark side; the true, real dark side.

 

 

Mr. B protected me.


He’s such a gentleman. He pays, even when I insist on paying for myself. Opens doors for me; he wakes me up with a fresh cup of coffee, the list goes on. Not that I need any of that. I am independent and I can take care of myself. In fact, I’ve never really liked being pampered, but it was because I was being pampered in the wrong way. I had been treated like I couldn’t when I could. Like I didn’t know when I knew.

Mr. B doesn’t do that. He does it out of love and respect. And that respect made me lower my guard. So I let him in. I let him see and hear all the darkest thoughts that swirled around in my messy head. I let him see the real me, the naked me. My naked soul. And all my fears went away. I was finally safe.

 

 

Winning the battle over the demons


When the true love came, it felt like a big purple sky covered us like a blanket. A blanket of hope and lust, love and worship.  We are happier than ever. We’re trying out the life of the big NONO (BDSM). Something that everyone thinks is dirty and forbidden, but we can’t help but love it. In fact, the dirtiness and the forbiddenness is part of the thrill. It is exciting: breaking the barriers of social construction as we know it. As a feminist, I learned that just because I choose submission doesn’t MAKE me submissive. That chosen submission is a sign of a strong woman. A woman who knows what she wants, and how she wants it. And for me, it is to be Mr. B’s property.

The way he gives me bruises, the way he degrades me. The way he can so easily turn me on. How my submission gives him hard-ons in awkward places, we love it. But we weren’t quite at home yet. Then we found it. DDlg. Daddy Dom/little girl. Immediately, we fell in love. THIS is what we had been waiting for all our lives. In fact, we were already living it out to some extent without even realizing it.

 

 

Once we figured it out that’s what it was: POOF the sex took to new levels


My obedience improved and everything was pink and glittering and purple and filled with rainbows. I am a princess, and I love it. I craved protection and in order to let my inner child out. I’d always felt ashamed about loving unicorns and glitter. I always tried to overcompensate with tomboy clothes and acting as mature as I could. With Mr. B I could let that little girl out. For Mr. B it was about nurturing and making me the best person I could be. Letting me grow as an individual, fulfill my goals in life and break the barriers. To stretch the boundaries of that were acceptable for me, society and him.

This man is my everything, this man I will marry. But what’s more of a commitment than a marriage is to promise someone that you will submit to them whenever; wherever. And I’ve done that. I gave him my full submission. We are living on borderline TPE. Our safeword has only been used four times, at the beginning of the relationship. We have guidelines but no rules. We know each other’s likes and dislikes and respect them. Or sometimes slowly push each other to stretch our boundaries.

 

 

This man is my everything. My sun, my moon, the flowers and the sky. The air we breathe, the water we drink, everything. I love my Mr. B.


 

Princess E is a Swedish freelance writer focusing the DDlg lifestyle. You can read more about her and the love of her life- Mr. B on her blog or @meandmrb1.

 

 

Images by Christie Luvington and Christie Luvington

 


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