Daddy walked back and forth in front of his Princess. She had gone and done it this time. She was squirming wanting to know how Daddy was going to punish her this time. Her ass was still red and starting to turn purple from her last punishment. She earned that for being a brat and demanding Daddy's attention knocking his drink to the ground as she climbed into his lap. She enjoyed that punishment.
"Puppy!" he called from the living room. "Pup, whether you're ready or not, we're starting in five minutes," Master said. I can't lie, I already knew he was tapping his foot and looking at his watch. What an impatient Master I have, I thought to myself, trying again to tie my pigtails up with the pink ribbons. Giving up, I scampered outside, and pouted, starting to tug at his sleeve. He turned and raised his eyebrows as I held the little red ribbons up to him.
"My..." Muttered princess Esme, as the maids followed her into the room. "What a mess. Those opposing armies really didn't stand a chance."
"May we help you undress, your highness?"
Esme only responded by lifting her arms.
Carefully, after several layers of petticoats and ceremonial armor had been removed, they revealed it. The chastity belt, precisely where Esme's mother had locked it, dripping profusely with sweet, feminine fluids. Her gigantic ass bulged beneath the thickened waistband, red and needy, as her long legs shivered from the cold.
She had invaded his dreams once again, as she had done nearly every night for the past two weeks, this time even more vividly. He once again tasted her and explored her smooth inner flesh walls with his tongue. He was once again breathlessly, hopelessly straining for her, craving her soft warmth wrapped snugly around his tortured, imprisoned member.
But even in his dreams he was denied that ultimate pleasure. Even in his dreams, he was forbidden the relief he so desperately craved from his lustful insanity, which had grown exponentially over the past month.