Princess

There is this little princess who is besotted with me. He likes to dress up in pretty underwear. He likes to feel feminine. He smells like a boy and tastes like a boy, but he carries himself like a lady.

He is such a little slut. He cannot get enough of my attentions. He kneels at my feet, buys my cigarettes, and feels achingly hard under the touch of my hand.

I deny him orgasms. I berate him. I spit in his face and I bite him. I made him touch himself in public, in front of my Sir and my girl. The smirk on my lips burnt right to the back of my drunk skull, because he needed it so much.

There is a little princess, who wants to be everything to me, but he will never be anything other than a silly little girl.