Our story begins with part one of a fairy tale about a long distance relationship between a kinky princess and a hurt and lonely man. Brought together through magic, travel and kink see where these two end up...

 

 

A Kinky Princess and Her Mr. B

 

 

 

Once upon a time...


There was a man named Mr. B. Who was before he met me: the kinky princess, a very lonely man. He felt left out in a horrible and cold world that was full of fake people. This especially was an evil that broke his heart deeply. When he met me, he was still in deep grief over that particular evil person. A betraying, fake witch, if you ask me. He didn’t want to live anymore. I fell in love with him almost immediately. The second I saw his face I knew I wanted this man, I craved him. He was going to be MINE.

Although we lived on different continents, separated from each other by a gigantic ocean, we made it. The ”he” and the ”me” became ”we”. Before we even met we realized that we loved each other. The evil witch disappeared from Mr. B’s head, and the only thing he could think of was this little innocent yet so dirty princess. He traveled across the land, over the enormous ocean and at last to a terminal in a country far, far away.

He didn’t notice me because I’m so short. But he’s so tall and I saw him. I admired him without his knowledge. My heart was beating hard and my hands were shaking. I wanted to throw myself at him, giving him the biggest hug in history. Instead, I waited for his searching eyes to find little me. They didn’t. His body was next to mine, but his eyes were searching far away in that seemingly magical airport.

I lightly tapped on his shoulder with my finger. After that second everything has been a dream- a magical fairy tale. Even the most horrible of all horrible days between us has been bliss. Throughout all the troubles we have faced: coming from different continents, money, immigration problems and that’s just the tip of the iceberg. We are truly living in a real life fairy tale.

 

 

The Lonely Mr. B


Mr. B is tall with broad shoulders. He is the most loving Daddy you can think of- filled with affection, loyalty, and faithfulness. Mr. B is the best man, my best friend in the world. He always takes care of me, protects me and keeps me safe. Mr. B makes me laugh, cry and everything in between. He loves me with all of his heart and I love him, irrevocably. I would never betray, disobey or disappoint him. He is my all and my everything, the meaning of my life is to please my Daddy.

In appreciation of how much he cares for me, and out of love for him. He is so beautiful, more beautiful than a unicorn in a quiet forest. And more magical and unreachable than one. But I, the little kinky princess E, managed to reach into that unreachable core. I managed to find that little nest of worries and anxiety and slowly I managed to straighten it, smooth it out again instead of being curled up. I began to help him, give him advice and love, give him my view and perspective on things. The way I was reasoning and what molds and structures I was seeing life from. What box I was in. Because let’s be real. There is no ”thinking outside the box” there are simply just different boxes. Some are taboo, some are dark, some are bright and some are normative. But all of them are equal in their own way. And we saw that in each other.

 

 

We saw each other's quirks, dark sides but also bright sides. And guess what? We loved them.


He has dark blue eyes, mixed with lighter splashes of blue and also little streaks of yellow in them. His eyebrows are thick and almost black with a scar on the right one, causing a separation, it almost looks like a little trail or a sign of some kind. I love that scar, it marks him as HIM. Making his face more significant and characteristic. His nose is just as a nose should be, soft and mischievous, handing out snoofs and soft tickles. He has a mouth so pretty, with big, luscious lips that held a natural plumpness to them and they are oh so soft and excellent to kiss. His lips are dark pink, a little dry some days but somehow he manages to keep them soft even when they were dry. I could kiss those lips into eternity. He’s got marked cheekbones, good bone structure. He actually looks kinda like the boy next door with his short, brown, stylish hair. He looks so innocent. But oh, don’t let looks fool you.

 

 

He is as far from innocent you come...


Mr. B, or Daddy, as I call him is full of personality. He glitters from all the joy and cuteness he’s got inside of him, even though I am the little he sometimes lets his inner little come out to play as well. In my, opinion, we all have a little inside of us, your inner child. But we are all so afraid of showing this side of ourselves, and it could be for so many different reasons. Maybe you’re afraid of seeming immature, maybe it doesn’t fit well with your image, maybe you’ve got too much status to be childish. But I believe there is an inner little child you keep inside of you, in the most inner core of yourself, and that child is something you have to embrace, nurture and

Maybe you’re afraid of seeming immature, maybe it doesn’t fit well with your image, maybe you’ve got too much status to be childish. But I believe there is an inner little child you keep inside of you, in the most inner core of yourself, and that child is something you have to embrace, nurture and take care of. Because what do you have left of yourself if all you can think about is bills and what to eat tomorrow? Anywho, Daddy likes to take his inner little out to play sometimes too. Maybe it was some sort of sign of appreciation when Daddy thought the princess was behaving she got a playmate. But when the princess is misbehaving, oh, you wouldn’t want to be around for that. Or maybe you would?

 

 

The Kinky Princess


kinky-princess-2.jpgMe, the kinky princess, am a cute little thing. I have the sweetest little voice you can imagine and I love unicorns and everything that glitters. I like rainbows..and stuffies..and butterflies..and pink and purple stuff..and-and-and..most of all, MY DADDY! Sorry.. I got a little distracted. My favorite thing to do (other than sex) is to make Daddy pretty pictures with my glitter pens and stickers. Sometimes I sit on the floor, playing at his feet with my stuffies and toys. That makes Daddy feel special, like my protector. I am a very little, little, somewhere between 4-8 years. But my adult age is 24. Adult princess loves to write, train with my wonderful dog and sing. I am a highly creative and a pretty intelligent person. I’m also a very sexual person, and a bit of an exhibitionist, so I love showing off.

I have short brown hair. I had dreads before but shaved them off on an impulse and am now growing it out again. Because I want to have cute little pigtails and braids and stuff. My eyes are my most attractive attribute. Glittering from kinkiness, mischief, and happiness. They are big, round and innocent. The lightest blue-gray color you can imagine, with a dark blue line outlining it. My eyelashes are luscious and long, flapping around with innocent kinkiness.

My face is a little chubbier than the rest of my body, with soft cheeks that make Daddy go crazy from snuggles. I have perfectly shaped eyebrows without even having to pluck them and a cute little mouth. My bottom lip is very plump and my upper lip thinner. Because my mouth is small, I have problems fitting Mr. B’s enormous cock into it sometimes. My tits are round, squishy and very big. My waist is thin and my stomach is a little chubby, but not fat at all. I have wide hips and ass, of which I am very proud. My ass is round, huge, and bulging. My legs are juicy and smooth. I’m one hell of a sexy princess if I don’t say so myself.

 

 

Play Time


The kinky princess, the little side of me is like an alter ego. A channel for me to live out all that silliness, cuteness and playfulness to my fullest and also in a sexual sense. I am a princess most of the day, actually. To be a princess is a privilege for me, something that I earn. I can’t simply be a princess however I want, whenever I want. When Daddy has had enough of my pranks and disobedience, I’m not a princess anymore. I go straight into a submissive state. Where all I care about is making Daddy happy again, to make him satisfied with me.

There is no sweet voice or unicorns, all there is is Daddy. His soul, mentality, his body, everything, him. Even if he gives me bruises or ties me up and leaves me alone for an hour, I’ll do it happily. I rarely complain, I’ve been taught not to complain. Complaining is bad, I only get spanked more for it. So, being a princess is something I deserve.

When I’ve been a good girl and did my share of the housework I’m allowed to play freely. To be a little is liberating, emotionally, mentally and sexually. I get to live out the most dirty things many people can imagine. But the fact is that this is not as dirty as it seems. It’s a type of relationship that happens to work for us.

 

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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