Showing Off my Princess on a Nudist Beach

Princess Emma and I are due to go to Italy for a week soon, and apparently there is a nudist beach not far from where we are staying.  Emma really wants to go there... so we will be going there!

I am loving the idea of her showing off her incredible body, perfect skin and shaven pussy.  I expect to be spending a lot of time applying sun cream, fetching drinks, maybe kissing her feet.  I expect her to be spending a lot of time reading, ignoring me and checking out the naked men.

I actually had a (quite far-fetched) dream about it last night...

A hot, lazy day at the beach, the waves crashing in the distance.  Emma was laying on her front, reading, as I was rubbing sun cream into the backs of her legs, her ass and her back.  Two Italian guys came over and just sat next to us.  They were good looking, well built and tanned.  They were also pretty well endowed.  At first, Emma shyly grabbed a towel to cover herself as she sat up, but after a few minutes, as she turned to put her book down, she let the towel drop onto her lap.  Conversation flowed pretty well; they were genuinely charming and funny and Emma clearly liked them.  There was definite, instant chemistry between them, with some very intense looks and way too much eye contact to be mistaken for anything but flirting.  What I found quite telling was that she grabbed the towel from her lap and rubbed her already dry hair with it before putting the towel down on the sand next to her instead of back on her lap.  Her whole body was now exposed.  She then lay back on her elbows so as to allow a good view of her perfect, neat, shaven pussy to the guys, who were both sat around her feet.

"Who don't you go and wait in the hotel, love?"  she said, without even looking at me.  I was quite taken aback at the lack of any pretence.  Not even any subtlety like "Maybe you could go for a swim".  Just a blatant order couched in the form of a question.

"Ok Princess.  I love you" I said, bending into a grovelling position to kiss her hand.  As I stood up to walk off, the two guys repositioned themselves, one either side of her.  Then I walked off along the otherwise deserted beach.

I allowed myself only one glance backwards and saw my Princess kissing one guy as the other one fingered her and kissed her breast.  I wondered how many tourists they get to do this with, or whether they normally just walk along the beach perving and Emma was the one and only tourist they simply couldn't resist.  Either way I felt proud of my Princess, her beauty, her confidence, her easy control over me.  I love her so much and I love to see her aroused and excited like this.  I bet she'll suck them both off too.  She hasn't sucked my cock in years...

Back at the hotel I tidied up the mess we'd made from our hasty unpacking.  I made sure the place was spotless and all of Emma's clothes were perfectly folded or hung.  I didn't know whether she would want a bath or a shower when she returned, so I ran a bath just in case, to give her the option.

When I eventually heard a knock at the door, I could see through the spy hole that Emma was alone.  I got down on my knees as I opened the door, and kissed her sandy feet as soon as she stepped in.  "Thank you" I said, although it wasn't clear whether I was thanking her for allowing me to kiss her feet, for returning home, for sending me away as she played with the Italian guys, or what.

She went into the bedroom and slumped onto the bed.

"I need to think about what just happened" she said.  This sounded ominous.  Serious.

"Ok Princess. Are you ok?" I asked, kneeling next to the bed and stroking her hair.

"Oh yes.  I'm definitely ok.  Better than that.  I am very, very happy.  That was a lovely day.  What I meant was, I need to think about what just happened."  I only twigged what she meant as she started to finger herself as she said think.  She wanted to re-live the experience, and closed her eyes as she began to work on herself.

"Please.  Can I help?"  I asked, a bit too pleadingly.

"I suppose so" she sighed, moving her hand aside.

I knelt on the bed and went to work, lovingly kissing her pussy, licking and loving it and her, drifting off into a world of servile bliss.  She tasted different to normal and I think I knew why.  As I gazed occasionally up at her gorgeous face, ecstatic, framed from this angle between her reddened breasts, I wondered whether this fresh new humiliation featured in her current thoughts.  Getting me to clean her after her infidelity; was that a new turn-on for her?

After she came twice she rolled over and I adoringly kissed her ass as she dozed off.  My hard on refused to subside and sleep was impossible...

For the rest of the holiday I would faithfully follow my Princess around, kiss her adoringly, rub sun cream in frequently, run around getting her drinks, buying her little presents in the tourist shops, pamper her wherever possible, massage her and give her countless orgasms as she remembered her fun on the beach...

Freedom from the Yoke of Habitual Masturbation

One unexpected benefit of this constant devotion to my Princess is that I have developed sufficient willpower to completely stop myself from masturbating.  Despite the fact that I repeatedly find myself in arousing situations, and am almost constantly thinking about sex and my Princess' beautiful body, I am now seemingly able to restrain myself from even touching myself.

Previously I found it impossible to go for even a couple of days without wanking and often did it a few times a day.  Now though, as a mark of respect for Princess Emma's feelings on the matter, I never, ever do it.  My Princess hates it, so I will not do it, ever.

I went for a few months without playing with myself but then I had a lapse, but now I know I have stopped for good.  It is possible for me to remain "fully charged" with sexual tension for much longer without the release mechanism of self-abuse.

Tonight I am pampering my Princess with a bath and massage, and will have a raging erection throughout, and aching balls.  If she decides she wants me to come, then that is her perogative.  She may decide to just give me a ruined orgasm.  The most likely outcome is that she won't give my cock a second thought and will simply doze off after her massage.  It is entirely up to her, and my cock and balls are completely under her control.  It seems to work better this way.

A Whole Day's Obedience Just to Kiss Her Feet

On Saturday I kissed my beautiful Princess on the lips and then went to kiss her neck, but she recoiled.  "No! You are only allowed to kiss my face.  You have been so tired and disinterested following last week's orgasm and this is your punishment" she said.

I asked her what I have to do to be allowed to kiss more than just her face.  I suggested all of the hoovering, mopping, washing and bathroom cleaning, and she agreed.  

"What will I be allowed to kiss once I have done all that?"  I asked.

A long pause followed, she placed her finger on her chin and looked at the ceiling as she thought.

"My feet" she decided.

Amazing.  She's really getting into this, I thought.  A whole day's work, just to kiss her feet; something which most normal men would not even consider as a reward at all.  So for the next two hours, whilst she sat making holiday plans on the computer, I worked so hard that I ended up sweating profusely.  The thought of kissing her feet was a surprisingly good motivator - I did all I promised and more.  She was very impressed with my work rate and couldn't believe how much I got done.  Once it was all complete, I offered to take her shoe shopping as I know she needs some decent heels to go with the dress I bought her.

In the shoe shop I was as helpful as possible, finding potential items, bringing them to her, kneeling and easing them onto and off of her feet, replacing them on the shelves, obeying her orders to "find me these in a size four" and offering countless compliments on how sexy she looked in each pair of shoes.  Unfortunately she didn't find any that she really liked but the experience was still pretty awesome.  I told her how much I enjoyed shopping with her and that I would like to be allowed to do it again some time.  Maybe I will be able to actually buy her some stuff next time.

Back at the house, I asked if I could kiss her feet and I was granted the privilege as she reclined on the sofa. I gently massaged her slightly smelly feet and kissed each toe, the top, the bottom, the heel, every part of each foot, for a good twenty minutes.  I was pretty engrossed and probably looked like quite a weird little snivelling wretch, pawing and kissing whatever small part of her graceful beauty she deigned to allow me access to.

What an amazing experience, to be allowed to kiss the feet of such a beauty, and it only took a whole day's worth of housework and shopping to be allowed the honour!  I am so lucky!

Pretty much how it looked, minus the grey hair.

Nonchalant Goddesses

I've noticed a bit of a trend lately, on Femdom sites, where men are shown worshipping women who seem to be showing little or no interest in what the man is doing.  They are often reading, tapping away on laptops, talking on the phone or just generally ignoring their partners' slavish attentions.

Photos like these remind me of a few occasions, described in previous posts, where my Princess has taken foot massages, orgasms and pedicures completely for granted.  A very arousing situation.

This goddess really knows how to nonchalantly relax whilst being adored by her slave.

I found the link to that site on footworshipslaves.com, which has a few good links.

Look at the expression on this girl's face.  It's like she's barely even tolerating her slave's presence:

This professional looking beauty hardly even seems to be aware that there is an adoring human footrest under her feet.

This slave is a footrest and backrest in one:

Does this kind of thing ever happen in real life, or is it confined to porn?  I'm not sure how long I could remain in that position, and even if I could I think it would only result in Emma thinking I'm a freak.  As far as this kind of thing goes, for now I'll have to content myself with shaving Emma's legs whilst she reads a book.

Suggestions Please!

I love it when I get comments from readers; it reassures me that people are actually reading and encourages me to continue.

Also, I am constantly trying to think of new and exciting ways to please Emma.

So if anyone can think of any ways of worshipping my Prncess that I haven't already tried, then please leave a comment. Maybe this blog could become more interactive; I could act out your suggestions!

Any ideas very welcome.