Princess Slut
It's not pearls she wants to be dripping with...
Romance, Erotica, Erotica Shorts, BDSM, Contemporary
| Author: | Lexie Renard | ISBN: | 1230001723267 |
| Publisher: | Lexie Renard | Publication: | June 17, 2017 |
| Imprint: | Language: | English |
| Author: | Lexie Renard |
| ISBN: | 1230001723267 |
| Publisher: | Lexie Renard |
| Publication: | June 17, 2017 |
| Imprint: | |
| Language: | English |
Her Royal Highness Princess Alexandra doesn't want to be paraded around the ballroom. Her true self is the absolute opposite. She is a lusty little skank who wants to be on her knees serving a man, dripping with pearls and diamond jewelry, and dripping with some random redneck’s come across her face. Now, if only she could be open about it.
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Throughout my entire childhood, older women would dress me in tight, binding, uncomfortable dresses for formal occasions. It got much worse when I was 15, and put into proper ladylike ballgowns. I would be on display for all to admire, but as my Princess self, not the true me. I found a sick pleasure in being bound and ogled, seen as a plaything for the amusement of others. The tight lace collars around my throat, the boning in the bodice restricting my movement, it was like I was a doll for them to dress and exhibit. I always agreed when they insisted I wear the tight jewelled chokers that felt like a dog collar. These nice ladies would apologize for the discomfort, and say that I was such a good girl for putting up with this without complaint.
They didn’t know that it completely turned me on. The restraint, the pain, all of those eyes on me. If they saw me trembling, they assumed I was overheated, not high on sexual adrenaline.
This 12,600 word novella has romance, smut, and BDSM - something for everyone!
Her Royal Highness Princess Alexandra doesn't want to be paraded around the ballroom. Her true self is the absolute opposite. She is a lusty little skank who wants to be on her knees serving a man, dripping with pearls and diamond jewelry, and dripping with some random redneck’s come across her face. Now, if only she could be open about it.
***
Throughout my entire childhood, older women would dress me in tight, binding, uncomfortable dresses for formal occasions. It got much worse when I was 15, and put into proper ladylike ballgowns. I would be on display for all to admire, but as my Princess self, not the true me. I found a sick pleasure in being bound and ogled, seen as a plaything for the amusement of others. The tight lace collars around my throat, the boning in the bodice restricting my movement, it was like I was a doll for them to dress and exhibit. I always agreed when they insisted I wear the tight jewelled chokers that felt like a dog collar. These nice ladies would apologize for the discomfort, and say that I was such a good girl for putting up with this without complaint.
They didn’t know that it completely turned me on. The restraint, the pain, all of those eyes on me. If they saw me trembling, they assumed I was overheated, not high on sexual adrenaline.
This 12,600 word novella has romance, smut, and BDSM - something for everyone!
