Princess Sheridan makes the rules. These rules give me the structure i need to be a better bitch for Her. She tells me when i must buy something for Her. She tells me when to wear my panties. She gives me my name, i am snookums. She winds me up and calms me down. She even controls how i type this blog post, using capital letters for Her and lower case for myself. But the rules that i seem to focus on the most are how and when i may cum.
Now Princess is incredibly generous to me. When i have been particularly humble and obedient i am allowed free reign. i get to cum as much as i want and how i want. This freedom usually devolves into me sneaking orgasms whenever i have a free moment. Which is why Princess doesn't seem to allow this to last too long.
Sometimes She only gives a restriction on how i may cum. This means that i am only allowed to have ruined orgasms. While having a ruined orgasm is frustrating and humiliating, it does calm my cocklette down so that i am not crazily lusting after every Woman i see. These were something i had never experienced before Princess, but i have definitely gotten acquainted with them during the time She has allowed me to spend with Her.
Normally though i must beg. i have to admit that i somehow enjoy this demeaning process. i beg and plead for the ability to cum. i try to show my humility and need in my begging. It honestly doesn't require much to show humbleness when i and on the edge, waiting for permission. To make it worse i never know when Princess will be around. Sometimes She doesn't see my begging for hours. Sometimes She doesn't acknowledge my begging. i never press Her as i know better than to push my Owner.
Now when i have paid my weekly cum tax i am allowed an orgasm, but i still have to beg. i have to pay and then hope She allows me to cum. She did give me an out though. If i have paid my cum tax and She either isn't around to give permission or doesn't feel like giving it, something She calls taking Her puppy (i am Her puppy snookums) out for a walk, i must do what a naughty puppy does: make squirties on the floor. However unlike a puppy i have to clean my mess up. So Her naughty puppy must like up it's squirties. This is always a humiliating and gross task, but one that i somehow love as i know it makes Princess laugh.
Begging is an important part of being a humble bitch for a Goddess like Princess. i love how it forces me to lower myself before Her. To take myself to my most humble place and give Her all the power: just as it should be.
Princess Sheridan is an amazing owner. Being under Her control is like a drug i don't think i could ever do without. Her control over my silly masturbation habits shows me that i am in the warm embrace of Her Power. i can't imagine how Yuri must feel.
Wednesday, July 16, 2014
Saturday, June 21, 2014
Kiss the floor
Princess Sheridan is a very powerful figure. Talking to Her keeps me on edge both literally and figuratively. Being a submissive guy with a small penis and a not a lot of luck talking to beautiful Women, talking to a Goddess like Princess Sheridan can be completely overwhelming. So when I first started talking with Her i wanted to make sure She knew i knew my position in Her world. So i would occasionally kiss the ground. It makes me feel more humble.
This weekend i have been pretty busy. Lots of work round the house and social obligations. So i let Princess know that i might not be around very much. She told me to kiss the ground when I can and to let Her know when i do. Then She said to kiss the ground right now, as i read that. Unfortunately when i read that i was in a public restroom. Now it was empty but still it wasn't as clean as it could have been. But i didn't want to disappoint so I gingerly leaned down to kiss the ground. Luckily it wasn't a bar or somewhere terribly gross and wet. But i couldn't help but imagine who all had walked there before more. God i hope it was only walking.
On the plus side my humility has been properly reinforced. i know I am a bitch puppy. A living paycheck for Princess. And i am now above kissing the ground in a public restroom.
This weekend i have been pretty busy. Lots of work round the house and social obligations. So i let Princess know that i might not be around very much. She told me to kiss the ground when I can and to let Her know when i do. Then She said to kiss the ground right now, as i read that. Unfortunately when i read that i was in a public restroom. Now it was empty but still it wasn't as clean as it could have been. But i didn't want to disappoint so I gingerly leaned down to kiss the ground. Luckily it wasn't a bar or somewhere terribly gross and wet. But i couldn't help but imagine who all had walked there before more. God i hope it was only walking.
On the plus side my humility has been properly reinforced. i know I am a bitch puppy. A living paycheck for Princess. And i am now above kissing the ground in a public restroom.
Thursday, June 5, 2014
Adventures in panty shopping
When Princess Sheridan was delivering the first custom clip i ordered She said, "this is the edited version. I really thought I would have you in panties by the time I sent this. you will have to buy the full clip in a few weeks." It wasn't like i wasn't obviously squirming at the thought of wearing panties, but i definitely thought that wearing panties was in my past. Princess made it clear that i would be pantied again shortly
Then Princess told me that i had to go to a store and buy a pair. She didn't tell me what they had to look at, but She did say that i needed to buy them from the cutest girl in the store. And that i had to look down in shame as i was paying. She also added that She would kick my booty if i held eye contact with the Salesgirl.
Now i knew this would make it obvious that i felt like i was engaged in a shameful activity. It made it difficult to pretend that this was going to be a sexy treat for my Goddess Wife. Never in my life had i done anything like this. i always ordered panties online before. And the few times i had shopped in person had been done under the ruse, whether believed or not, that i was shopping for my "girlfriend."
So feeling the pressure to humiliate myself in public, i went out on a mission. i started at Soma. Unfortunately the Sales Woman was a grandmother and i chickened out. i just couldn't imagine looking this older Woman in the eyes and emasculating myself.
So i decided to head over to the Hustler store. Once inside i felt much more comfortable about being a pervert. This was a cathedral to perversion. i walked around the lingerie trying not to drool at the slutty lacey confections all around me. So i stumbled across a pair of black panties with pink lace around the top and legs and pretty pink flowers all over. i just loved them. i kept imagining them pressed up against my horny lil cocklette. Then i realized that i actually had to find some in my size. This was way more difficult than i imagined as my brain wasn't working at full capacity. i was stuck in a submissive fog of femininity.
Eventually i found the panties but came across my next barrier: there wasn't a Saleswoman. There was a guy behind the counter. He had a feminine flair to his voice so i knew he was gay. i hate stereotyping, but i just knew he wouldn't be fooled by any story about my Wife. So i held the soft, pretty panties in my hands and froze. i decided Princess would like it if i didn't try to buy something else to disguise my intentions. So i walked up holding just a single pair of panties.
Now this is going to come up again so i want to point out that holding just a single pair of panties in a story is really embarrassing. There is not disguising what i am doing. If this was a sexy adventure i would have bought toys and an outfit for my Wife. When you just have a single pair of panties, you are obviously buying them to wear. It is revealing and frightening.
i kept thinking of my fellow sub yuri. he was sent on a shopping adventure and he wrote on his hand "bitchboy yuri's sissy shopping assignment for Princess Sheridan". That statement motivated him to keep going even though every bit of social pressure was telling him to run.
So i went up to the counter and the obviously gay man smiled. It was just so emasculating. He processed the sale like it wasn't anything shocking, but i couldn't get that smile out of my mind. So obviously i looked down, just like Princess had instructed. Took my panties and ran.
Well Princess loved it that a real man had helped me instead, but i felt like i had cheated Her a little bit. So one day i ended up near a mall on the outskirts of town. For some reason i decided to go inside and see if they had a Victoria's Secret. Victoria's Secret is every sissy's temple. i always walk by looking at the fun colors and pretty outfits out of the corner of my eye.
So i walked quickly inside and found the store. As soon as i went inside i thought "this was a horrible mistake." It was packed with Women shopping. There just wasn't a place to hide! i wanted nothing more than to be lost in a crowd but everywhere i went Women were giving me a sideways glance. Now i wanted to play it cool, but i couldn't. i started sweating. And i had written Princess ahead of time telling Her what i was doing so that i would actually go through with it. So there was no backing out.
i found the panty bins. Each more delectable than the last. Bright colors and fun designs were everywhere. But i couldn't find any panties in my size. Which was worse. i tried to pretend that i was there just waiting at one point, but knew that i had to just get it over with. So eventually i found the larger sizes on the bottom shelf. i hope this helps some poor sissy someday. The big sizes are definitely on the bottom.
Then i saw a pair of pink polka dot panties. i couldn't stop staring at them. i forgot where i was for a second and dug around and found them. So now here i am, a stranger in a strange land, holding a pair of pink panties.
Once again, i decided run upfront and check out. But there was a line. So i stood awkwardly for a second when i noticed that the line actually started much further back. So i had to walk back away from the line of Women while, again, just holding a single pair of pink panties.
Then the wait started. It just couldn't have gone any slower. There was only one Lady working the register, She was around 45 years old. Each purchase isn't just thrown into a bag, it is foled, placed inside, then surrounded by pink tissue paper. So the line couldn't have gone any slower.
So of course in my nervousness i started sweating more. And turned bright red. i could feel the heat in my cheeks.
Then the lady was relieved and the cutest young Woman took over the register. This both filled me with dread that She was going to know what i was doing and with a bit of joy that i wouldn't have to do this again since i had fulfilled Princess's wishes.
Eventually i made it to the front of the line and slowly handed over the single pair of panties. The girl smiled and looked up at me and i looked down so quick. It wasn't because of Princess's command, i was honestly just ashamed.
My heart raced, my masculinity was removed in a crowd of Women, and it was honestly a bit thrilling. But now i have the cutest panties that fit my lil cocklette perfectly!
Thank You Princess!
Then Princess told me that i had to go to a store and buy a pair. She didn't tell me what they had to look at, but She did say that i needed to buy them from the cutest girl in the store. And that i had to look down in shame as i was paying. She also added that She would kick my booty if i held eye contact with the Salesgirl.
Now i knew this would make it obvious that i felt like i was engaged in a shameful activity. It made it difficult to pretend that this was going to be a sexy treat for my Goddess Wife. Never in my life had i done anything like this. i always ordered panties online before. And the few times i had shopped in person had been done under the ruse, whether believed or not, that i was shopping for my "girlfriend."
So feeling the pressure to humiliate myself in public, i went out on a mission. i started at Soma. Unfortunately the Sales Woman was a grandmother and i chickened out. i just couldn't imagine looking this older Woman in the eyes and emasculating myself.
So i decided to head over to the Hustler store. Once inside i felt much more comfortable about being a pervert. This was a cathedral to perversion. i walked around the lingerie trying not to drool at the slutty lacey confections all around me. So i stumbled across a pair of black panties with pink lace around the top and legs and pretty pink flowers all over. i just loved them. i kept imagining them pressed up against my horny lil cocklette. Then i realized that i actually had to find some in my size. This was way more difficult than i imagined as my brain wasn't working at full capacity. i was stuck in a submissive fog of femininity.
Eventually i found the panties but came across my next barrier: there wasn't a Saleswoman. There was a guy behind the counter. He had a feminine flair to his voice so i knew he was gay. i hate stereotyping, but i just knew he wouldn't be fooled by any story about my Wife. So i held the soft, pretty panties in my hands and froze. i decided Princess would like it if i didn't try to buy something else to disguise my intentions. So i walked up holding just a single pair of panties.
Now this is going to come up again so i want to point out that holding just a single pair of panties in a story is really embarrassing. There is not disguising what i am doing. If this was a sexy adventure i would have bought toys and an outfit for my Wife. When you just have a single pair of panties, you are obviously buying them to wear. It is revealing and frightening.
i kept thinking of my fellow sub yuri. he was sent on a shopping adventure and he wrote on his hand "bitchboy yuri's sissy shopping assignment for Princess Sheridan". That statement motivated him to keep going even though every bit of social pressure was telling him to run.
So i went up to the counter and the obviously gay man smiled. It was just so emasculating. He processed the sale like it wasn't anything shocking, but i couldn't get that smile out of my mind. So obviously i looked down, just like Princess had instructed. Took my panties and ran.
Well Princess loved it that a real man had helped me instead, but i felt like i had cheated Her a little bit. So one day i ended up near a mall on the outskirts of town. For some reason i decided to go inside and see if they had a Victoria's Secret. Victoria's Secret is every sissy's temple. i always walk by looking at the fun colors and pretty outfits out of the corner of my eye.
So i walked quickly inside and found the store. As soon as i went inside i thought "this was a horrible mistake." It was packed with Women shopping. There just wasn't a place to hide! i wanted nothing more than to be lost in a crowd but everywhere i went Women were giving me a sideways glance. Now i wanted to play it cool, but i couldn't. i started sweating. And i had written Princess ahead of time telling Her what i was doing so that i would actually go through with it. So there was no backing out.
i found the panty bins. Each more delectable than the last. Bright colors and fun designs were everywhere. But i couldn't find any panties in my size. Which was worse. i tried to pretend that i was there just waiting at one point, but knew that i had to just get it over with. So eventually i found the larger sizes on the bottom shelf. i hope this helps some poor sissy someday. The big sizes are definitely on the bottom.
Then i saw a pair of pink polka dot panties. i couldn't stop staring at them. i forgot where i was for a second and dug around and found them. So now here i am, a stranger in a strange land, holding a pair of pink panties.
Once again, i decided run upfront and check out. But there was a line. So i stood awkwardly for a second when i noticed that the line actually started much further back. So i had to walk back away from the line of Women while, again, just holding a single pair of pink panties.
Then the wait started. It just couldn't have gone any slower. There was only one Lady working the register, She was around 45 years old. Each purchase isn't just thrown into a bag, it is foled, placed inside, then surrounded by pink tissue paper. So the line couldn't have gone any slower.
So of course in my nervousness i started sweating more. And turned bright red. i could feel the heat in my cheeks.
Then the lady was relieved and the cutest young Woman took over the register. This both filled me with dread that She was going to know what i was doing and with a bit of joy that i wouldn't have to do this again since i had fulfilled Princess's wishes.
Eventually i made it to the front of the line and slowly handed over the single pair of panties. The girl smiled and looked up at me and i looked down so quick. It wasn't because of Princess's command, i was honestly just ashamed.
My heart raced, my masculinity was removed in a crowd of Women, and it was honestly a bit thrilling. But now i have the cutest panties that fit my lil cocklette perfectly!
Thank You Princess!
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