Bedtime stories for sub girls.
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Sydney was dumbfounded. Of course, being a Prince, and being under the tutelage of Humboldt he had never heard of rock, much less punk rock, much less the Sex Pistols or Sid Vicious. But he was starting to notice that Monique was not giggling at him. In fact, he was beginning to notice that she looked rather flushed.
“I just love Sid Vicious,” said Monique, in a deep, breathy voice. She noticed that the stupid look of bewilderment was beginning to disappear from the Prince’s face, being replaced with a look of interest. He still looked pretty clueless, but she figured that was because he was a) surprised to see her, b) unsure whether she would call the royal guards and have him arrested, and c) a guy, and therefore easily confused when it came to women.
As to A) she tried to make him feel a little at home, by slowly unbuttoning her vest, revealing more of her ample bosom. The prince was thinking B) but then realized that he was the prince, and what…would they arrest him? He could have them all chained to the rack in the dungeon and force them to listen to Barry Manilow records if he wanted.
As for c)….well humanity is still looking for an answer to that one.
But in fact, in spite of points a, b, and even c, things were beginning to progress as Monique slowly unbuttoned her vest. It was at this point that the prince realized that his name was the least of his worries right now.
He started to move toward her. He had a menacing look in his eyes. She threw him a smile, a very wicked smile, the kind of smile that says, “hey, big boy, you may be a prince and I am just the lowly occupant of the hut, and I have lived here a little too long with only dwarves as friends, and if this tale swerves off in some kinky directions it will never make its way into Grimm’s Tale, but frankly my dear, I don’t give a damn.”
The prince shot her back a look which said, “I maybe clueless and so far have only nailed wenches who had to be with me because I was the prince and my grandfather hired them to entertain me, and I have only spanked the disobedient servants and milk maids, but I think I have a hankering for you, and I want to see where it goes.”
She returned with a look that said, “Ditto.”
The prince made his way across the small room to get to her. Well it was not a really small room, otherwise they would have long passed one another given the deep and frankly much too wordy looks they were giving each other—it was clearly not a mansion, but…oh , yes, on with the story.
The prince made his way across the room—isn’t this the third time I have said that. Is the prince lame or something? He should have been surrounding her with his arms a long time ago, except that when he got half way across the room, he stopped suddenly, and asked, “Who the hell is Sid Vicious?”
That was a mistake.
There are few things that Monique loved in the world. Hers was a simple life—good food, a nice, warm place to stay, and the occasional sex toys the dwarves brought her, but there was one great love of her life—punk rock. And while she was a keen fan of the Clash, Henry Rollins and Black Flag and Ian MaKaye (although she was highly disappointed with her work with The Evens) she simply adored the Sex Pistols and especially Sid Vicious. She has seen Sid and Nancy 12 times (and this was before VCRs and HBO—the kingdom was pretty poor, so even satellite dishes were a luxury).
“Who is Sid Vicious?” she screamed in surprise. “He is only…he…I mean, he …” and at a complete loss for words, she ran to her Bose stereo system, and turned on Anarchy in the UK at full blast. Needless to say the Prince had never heard anything like this before, and surprisingly, it intrigued him. He picked up one of the switches from the table and began to beat the table in time with the music. Monique looked at him longingly. “You know,” she yelled over the music, “those CAN be used for other things as well!”
To be continued….
“I just love Sid Vicious,” said Monique, in a deep, breathy voice. She noticed that the stupid look of bewilderment was beginning to disappear from the Prince’s face, being replaced with a look of interest. He still looked pretty clueless, but she figured that was because he was a) surprised to see her, b) unsure whether she would call the royal guards and have him arrested, and c) a guy, and therefore easily confused when it came to women.
As to A) she tried to make him feel a little at home, by slowly unbuttoning her vest, revealing more of her ample bosom. The prince was thinking B) but then realized that he was the prince, and what…would they arrest him? He could have them all chained to the rack in the dungeon and force them to listen to Barry Manilow records if he wanted.
As for c)….well humanity is still looking for an answer to that one.
But in fact, in spite of points a, b, and even c, things were beginning to progress as Monique slowly unbuttoned her vest. It was at this point that the prince realized that his name was the least of his worries right now.
He started to move toward her. He had a menacing look in his eyes. She threw him a smile, a very wicked smile, the kind of smile that says, “hey, big boy, you may be a prince and I am just the lowly occupant of the hut, and I have lived here a little too long with only dwarves as friends, and if this tale swerves off in some kinky directions it will never make its way into Grimm’s Tale, but frankly my dear, I don’t give a damn.”
The prince shot her back a look which said, “I maybe clueless and so far have only nailed wenches who had to be with me because I was the prince and my grandfather hired them to entertain me, and I have only spanked the disobedient servants and milk maids, but I think I have a hankering for you, and I want to see where it goes.”
She returned with a look that said, “Ditto.”
The prince made his way across the small room to get to her. Well it was not a really small room, otherwise they would have long passed one another given the deep and frankly much too wordy looks they were giving each other—it was clearly not a mansion, but…oh , yes, on with the story.
The prince made his way across the room—isn’t this the third time I have said that. Is the prince lame or something? He should have been surrounding her with his arms a long time ago, except that when he got half way across the room, he stopped suddenly, and asked, “Who the hell is Sid Vicious?”
That was a mistake.
There are few things that Monique loved in the world. Hers was a simple life—good food, a nice, warm place to stay, and the occasional sex toys the dwarves brought her, but there was one great love of her life—punk rock. And while she was a keen fan of the Clash, Henry Rollins and Black Flag and Ian MaKaye (although she was highly disappointed with her work with The Evens) she simply adored the Sex Pistols and especially Sid Vicious. She has seen Sid and Nancy 12 times (and this was before VCRs and HBO—the kingdom was pretty poor, so even satellite dishes were a luxury).
“Who is Sid Vicious?” she screamed in surprise. “He is only…he…I mean, he …” and at a complete loss for words, she ran to her Bose stereo system, and turned on Anarchy in the UK at full blast. Needless to say the Prince had never heard anything like this before, and surprisingly, it intrigued him. He picked up one of the switches from the table and began to beat the table in time with the music. Monique looked at him longingly. “You know,” she yelled over the music, “those CAN be used for other things as well!”
To be continued….
Killishandra
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First time I've read through this thread!
Dang it! *STAMPS FOOT* AS, Betticus, we want more!
I can't believe none of the other subs have been complaining yet! LOL Consider this a formal protest of the dying of this thread!!
And a major.... BUMP
Dang it! *STAMPS FOOT* AS, Betticus, we want more!
I can't believe none of the other subs have been complaining yet! LOL Consider this a formal protest of the dying of this thread!!
And a major.... BUMP
arctic-stranger
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Sorry, a head flu and and funeral put my week out of whack. stay tuned for the furthur adventures of Syd.
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arctic-stranger said:
Sorry to hear about those things, AS.
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Sir_Winston54
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Neomagalie said:
LOL - that reminds me of an old boss... he had a sign on his office wall:
"Lord, give me patience...
And I need it right now!"
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Sir_Winston54 said:
I once saw a book entitled, I Prayed for Patience (and Other Horror Stories)
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arctic-stranger said:
The combination of the music, the look on Monique's face, and the memories of the lingerie on the line gave the Prince a rather randy feeling. He looked at the switch in his hand, and looked at Monique. He looked at again the switch and back to Monique and realized he had never spanked anyone as lovely as her before. He reached out and grabbed her wrist, and pulled her to him. He took hold of the neckline of her dress, and with a sharp yank, tore it off of her.
(Reality check here: People normally do NOT wear tear-away clothes, but this is a story, and people can do all sorts of interesting things in a story. If you dont like that, go read an encyclopedia!)
Monique stood there in just her white hose and garter, and her pink french cut panties and bra. Her eyes blazed with both fear and excitement. Prince Sid surveyed her almost bare body, and could feel the blood rising in his body. He still held her wrist with one hand, and raised the other hand, the one with the switch in it, and brought it down sharply on Moniques ample panty covered ass.
She winced as it hit her, and the wonderful sensation of pleasurable pain began to spread over her. The prince heard her sharp intake of breath, and began to feel his body quicken in sexuial tension. He whipped her again, this time even harder. Then he reached around, and pulled her panties down over her ass, so he could see the damage he was doing to her. Again he brought the switch down, this time on her bare ass.
The switch drew blood, and Monique gave a short scream this time.
"Shut up, bitch," growled Sid, and he brought the switch down again, feeling himself harden as he whipped her. She clenched her teethe tried to hold it in,
but each time the switch hit her, she was feeling incredible pain and intense pleasure.
Sid stopped at five, and locked his green eyes onto hers. He nodded his head downward, a signal for her to kneel, which she did. He grabbed her hair, and pulled her face toward his enlarged crotch. He rubbed her face against his hard member. Monique felt the bulge, and give it a light nibble. She looked up at Sid, and Sid just nodded. She undid his belt, and unbuttoned his black jeans. (Zippers had not yet been invented, but black jeans were a staple in the royal family.)
She pulled his pants down, and could see the rise in his black boxers. she pulled those down, and felt his hand on the back of his head. He roughly guided her head to his erect cock, impaling her mouth with it. He grabbed her hair on both sides of her head, and pulled her to him, forcing his cock deep down her throat. She gagged, but tooked it all, and he held her there, exerting his power over her. She coughed and he finally pulled her head back, letting her relax, but just a bit, and he pulled her back on to him. This time he pulled her off a bit quicker, then yanked her hair, pulling her mouth almost up to his pubic hair. He began to pick up the pace, pulling and pushing her hair, and feeling his cock go deep in your mouth. He felt he was about to explode, and with a hard yank, pulled her close to him, and felt the thobbing in his cock spread to his whole body as he exploded in her mouth.
She could his cock thob as he came, but it was not until he finally pulled away that she could taste the seed he left behind. She swirled in her mouth, and heard Sid say, "Swallow it!" which she promptly did. She then leaned forward and kissed his redded member, cleaning it with her tongue.
....To be continued....
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That's not fair, Betticus! You can't bump the thread and then not continue YOUR story
so true...I was mislead thinking that this thread was the same one from months ago. I thought there was a new chapter added...but alas, there was not
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so true...I was mislead thinking that this thread was the same one from months ago. I thought there was a new chapter added...but alas, there was not
I bumped that one too but no updates yet.
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That's not fair, Betticus! You can't bump the thread and then not continue YOUR story
Yeah, what's that all about?
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Yeah, what's that all about?
It's the tease that never stops. The gift that keeps on giving. Like herpes.
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