PRINCESS'S COURT, CHAPTER 1
"Confession"
by Plainman
an10176@anon.nymserver.com
Princess: Sweetie, it's me...
Trooper: Princess? - Jesus, what time is it?
P: It's 2 in the morning here in Denver. Troop, you know I
wouldn't call and wake you like this - unless there was
something you should know right away.
T: Is anything wrong babe?
P: Well, I don't know - someone may have been naughty ...
Troop? Got your attention now? You wide awake now and ready
to talk with your baby who misses you sooooo much?
T: Oh lord ... OK, out with it.
P: You sure you ready? Maybe you should go and pee first.
T: I want to hear it - now, Princess.
P: Well sweetie, you do sound more attentive now - I like
that ... Oh, Troop, what are you sleeping in?
T: I'm not SLEEPING at all any more ...
P: Oh honey but I miss my sweetie - think of all the men
who'd LOVE to have a pretty girl up call and ask what they
are wearing... So?
T: A t-shirt.
P: And nothing else?
T: Same as always.
P: Oh you're so dependable, honey... Well you probably want
to know about me --
T: Do I have any choice?
P: Honey, don't be grouchy! It's kinda warm here, and so I'm
not wearing anything... Actually I'm sweaty... By the way,
sweetie, are the kids ok?
T: Yes they are sound asleep - ate good dinners, did their
homework - and you fucking well didn't call me at this hour
to ask about the kids - out with it, minx!
P: Oh sweetie that's good -- getting curious. Well, this hot
little furry animal has been working hard all day to put
bread on the family table. I spent hours and hours on this
deal, faxing stuff back and forth from here to the client,
and I hardly got outside at all ... You know, Troop, when I
did go out for a little walk and to get a bite, it really is
smoggy here in Denver - all that "Rocky Mountain high" stuff
is a big crock as far as I can see...
T: OK, cut the bullshit or I'm back to sleep ... It's the
middle of the night.
P: Troop! Pleeeeze be nice... You asked what I had been
doing and I am just setting the scene. And by the way I
don't like your tone. Why shouldn't I call you about the
children, and our family life together, and my work?
Sometimes I think you men are only interested in one thing
... Well anyway, there was a lot of ridiculous back and
forth on this one clause, and the guy at the general
counsel's office was just being so uptight... honestly, men!
If women ran things a lot more'd get done... So, it turns
out the associate who was doing most of the work here on the
other side is this young guy named David - you know how I
like that name, what with my brother and all...
T: OK, now we're getting to it. How old is he?
P: Don't jump to conclusions... I'd say he's under 30, quite
cute, kind of sensitive-to-rakish bohemian type looks,
fairly tall, dark brown hair, deep set brown eyes, nice long
slender hands... Honey, speaking of hands, what are you
doing with yours?
T: Clenched into fists and ready to POUND ON THE BED...
P: Troop, calm down... relax that nasty old fist and get it
where it belongs, wrapped around your nice big old cock... I
TOLD you I'm lying here naked and sweaty - doesn't that do
anything to my hot virile hubby?
T: OK Princess - I'll play for a minute - so where's your
hand?
P: Well it's about time - I'm lying here only half covered
by a sheet, the blankets are thrown in a pile on the side,
and my free hand is playing with one of my nipples - it's
kinda semi-hard,and I'm smearing the sweat from under my
titty around on it. Honey, you know how they always keep
hotel rooms medium warm, not too hot? Well you'd be
surprised, I'm REALLY sweaty. I'm smearing some up from my
armpits too - mmm, can smell it, and yep, the old lady's
fairly rank... Why do you suppose I'm all sweaty and smelly
and hot and lying here playing with myself at 2 o'clock in
the morning?
T: Goddamit, you fucked that associate - Princess, your butt
is going to pay for this.
P: Sweetie, could you be more refined in your language? And
you shouldn't be threatening your baby - who's just trying
to spice up your lonely existence a little...
T: And listen, you know you shouldn't fool around with guys
you work with...
P: There you go jumping to conclusions again. And such
disrespect for my professionalism! Who, may I ask, is the
rich partner here - and who is the underpaid prosecutor?
T: Yes, and this prosecutor has the power of the state, and
is thinking of sending some armed men with badges and rubber
truncheons ...
P: Oh, sweetie, you do make me tingle when you talk that way
... I'm tingling and I'm REALLY sweaty... Doesn't it make
you a little hard to hear that?
T: You know it does, Princess. OK - let's hear how you got
so sweaty.
P: Well, Sherlock, let's see if I can find a clue for you.
OK, my hand is between my titties... it's very wet and
sweaty there... moving down to my belly button, ooh, a
little puddle of sweat... now it's under the sheet, and my
lower belly is sweaty too, and, ooooh, here is some hair,
some nice thick curly pubic hair. Honey, where is your hand?
T: You know damn well where it is.
P: Oh and you're getting hard -- Troop, did you play with
yourself before you went to sleep?
T: I sure did.
P: Did you think about me while you were doing it?
T: Like hell I did - I enjoyed a great backseat fuck with
Peggy Denkweiler.
P: That insipid little slut! - just because she never let
you in her pants... Did you come all over the sheets like a
dirty messy little schoolboy?
T: Nope, shot off in a tissue.
P: Where is it?
T: On the floor next to the bed.
P: Is it still wet and soggy and sticky?
T: Let's see - no, it's kinda crusty and brittle.
P: Well that means it was a couple hours ago. So you went to
sleep early like a good boy, and your little gonads have
been working hard to make new little fishies, and your
little prostate to make lots of nice new gooey stuff to
carry them in, and you should be nice and hard for your
sweetie to tease and torment ... Did you use the Astroglide
to jerk off?
T: Yes.
P: So your cock has a kind of sticky, tacky feel to it?
T: That's right - it's not too good for stroking.
P: Well don't put any new Astroglide on it yet - you'll
finish too soon. Spit on your hand and just get it a little
wet so you can play with yourself a little, but not too
much... Sweetie, if I was there to suck your cock, I'd taste
a mix of your come and the lube - lick your hand, honey...
T: Yes, that's what I'm tasting on my hand.
P: Well my hand has just been exploring my pussy and now I'm
tasting it, and it should be tasting different, right?
T: Go on...
P: It should be tasting that nice musky sharp taste like
your face when you've been eating me and you come up and
kiss me.
T: Mmmmm...
P: And you smear my smell all over my face with your own
hairy old face... But guess what?
T: I can guess.
P: What?
T: Your hand tastes more like my hand.
P: Oh my SHERLOCK! Oh Troop, what really makes my pussy hot
is BRAINS in a man... Actually it doesn't taste exactly like
your hand, because there's some of my nice girly pussy juice
in there... But, yes, there is something else, a definite
hint of a boring old bland fishy taste. You know - that
taste that you guys think we ought to make us want to slurp
it up like Hollandaise sauce, but really it is like a
mixture of stale Gerber's baby food and library paste, so
any self-respecting woman would rather have you shoot it on
her face and her titties and in her hair than have to
swallow a big old mouthful of it...
T: Yes, I know about the subjection of woman, but you are
changing the subject...
P: No sweetie, you mean I am beating around the bush! [gales
of self-congratulatory laughter]... OK, Trooper, here's a
report on the old bush. It is VERY wet. Now you know as well
as anyone that it can get quite wet on its own - but
honestly sweetie it is only in those stupid MALE porno
stories that women gush like fountains and soak our panties
and so on... Really, for a girl to get as wet as my little
bushy is usually requires some form of OUTSIDE ASSISTANCE.
T: You are very wicked, and you are going to pay for it...
P: Oh, honey, you are frightening me, and when I get
frightened I just get all tongue-tied and can't really tell
my story.
T: OK Princess, but as you know - vee haff vays to make you
talk.
P: Oh honey don't even joke about that - you'll get me so
scared I just won't be able to sleep, and I'll be all fuzzy
tomorrow and I'll screw up the contract, and they'll kick me
out of the partnership, and we'll starve in the streets...
T: We won't starve - I can always sell your slut pussy to
five johns an hour for twenty bucks a shot.
P: Oh Troop! What kind of talk is that...
T: That's right, and whip your ass if you don't keep your
cunt wet and the cash coming in...
P: Promises, promises ....
T: Well I promise you a little Family Court session when you
get home, and we'll get the whole story out of you then,
down in the basement, with you bent over a chair and your
bare ass in the air and the skin pulled nice and tight to
take the strap...
P: Oh honey no! Pleeeeze. Don't even say it. You know I
can't stand that. This should at most just be a little
session over your knee - that's bad enough - you hit so
hard! It hurts so much! You know I cry and cry when you
spank me with your hand on my bare bottom, and I beg your
forgiveness, and then I make it up to you, and I'm so girly
and weepy and hot and wet and you are so hard and stern...
T: If you give me a full confession right now, it may be no
worse than the hairbrush...
P: Okay, okay, I'll tell you, but I don't think the
hairbrush is fair - I don't know if I can take the
hairbrush.
T: You'll be getting the strap AND the riding crop - AND
David and Judy will be here to watch ...
P: Sweetie, that whole thing last time was completely out of
bounds - I couldn't believe my sweet brother would have
anything to do with that - don't imagine there's ever going
be anything like it, ever again. And dear Judy, my oldest
friend! No it was the most humiliating thing I have ever
experienced...
T: And we only have an audio tape of that one, this time I'm
going to get it on video.
P: Honey! You are sounding like some kind of a Nazi pervert,
I can't believe that my big sweet husband...
T: Well my sweet little wife was just slurping some
stranger's sperm out of her twat - the punishment is
mounting - a full confession is all that can save you from
the worst of it now. Let's hear it!
P: Well, honey, after all the ACTIVITY I've had tonight, and
what with the stress from all your nasty threats and all,
I'm actually getting sleepy and I'm not going to be able to
stay awake too much longer...
T: Listen, Princess, it's your rear end that will suffer if
you don't finish telling me...
P: Sweetie, I don't think you should see it that way - I
have to get my sleep or I won't be at my best tomorrow and
you KNOW how much you appreciate the fruits of my labors...
T: I mean it, I want to hear the whole thing right now!
P: Well, now that you mention "hearing" - and you talked
about "audio" - that reminds me, I did make a little
recording of what went on here in the earlier hours of the
evening - I used that voice-activated tape thingy, left it
on under the bed...
T: I don't believe it!
P: And I've just been editing a few excerpts from the
complete version to titillate you a little bit, my sweet,
until I get home and make it up to you with a big juicy kiss
and a nice pancake breakfast on Sunday.
T: Sunday breakfast! - you will be upside down in chains in
the basement while I eat my Sunday breakfast...
P: Now sweetie... Want to hear it, or shall I just hang up
and go off to dream land? If you want me to stay on the
phone, say something nice to your honeybun.
T: Goddamit, all right - at least play the thing, but this
doesn't mean you are getting off easy when you get home...
P: Is that something nice?
T: OK Princess - I'm hard as a rock, and if you play that
tape I will jerk off to it.
P: Oh, sweetie, I didn't know you had such tenderness in you
- you mean you will actually jerk off to me instead of that
cheerleader?
T: I didn't say that - I may be remembering how Judy looked
when she came watching you getting whipped last time - that
was very exciting...
P: Well you are hopeless at flowers and sentiment, just like
a man, but I guess I'll play this little excerpt for you.
Here goes, first excerpt:
Male voice: Oh, jesus, yesss ... put your finger in...
Female voice: There... Now fuck me hard! Fuck me! I'm
almost there... Harder! Oh shit, FUCK MEEEE!
AAAAAAAAAGHHHH!
T: Jesus Christ...
P: Yes, the other gentleman mentioned the same deity.
Recognize my dulcet tones?
T: Your ass is going to pay for this...
P: Don't be cruel to your sweetie - you know I'm true to you
in my fashion... Troop, you won't really be mean to me, will
you? There's many a girl wouldn't even call her sweet little
househubby at a time like this...
T: You bring that tape with you and prepare to tell the
whole story in full detail and beg forgiveness...
P: [demurely] Yes dear... Oh and here's just one more little
excerpt for you to go off to sleep on... a little pillow
talk I had with that nice boy, in the afterglow stage.
Male voice: So what's the deal - you and your husband
have an open marriage or what?
Princess: No - he couldn't stand to know. He's the
dearest man, and a good lover too, but there's a dark
side of me that needs a nastier kind of man once in a
while... like you, you rotten pervert! [tinkling
laughter]
T: Jesus fucking Christ! Princess...
P: Oh sweetie ... You're getting repetitive - that means
it's really time for my beauty sleep - night night, Troop
... you can get the Astroglide now. [click]
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PRINCESS'S COURT, CHAPTER 1
by Plainman
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