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...

A Perfect Night of Pampering

Last night was amazing.  We didn't actually do anything new, but all the usual things just seemed very natural and un-forced.

After making her dinner and washing up, I ran her a bath, poured her some wine and lit some candles.  In the bath I spent ten minutes kneeling beside her, washing her hair and massaging her scalp as she arched her back in pleasure.  I then took a further ten minutes stroking conditioner into her smooth, glossy locks.  After rinsing her hair thoroughly I exfoliated her entire body with the shower sponge, even gently washing her face; an action that seemed like pure worship since it would have been far easier for her to do.  I adoringly cleaned around her big beautiful eyes, her tiny nose and her full, feminine lips.  Each finger and toe also received its due amount of attention.  

Next I shaved her legs and armpits with a new blade, taking my time to do a perfect job with absolutely no hair remaining and definitely no nicks.  I then asked if I could shave her pussy.  She allowed it, and I took great care in meticulously shaving around such a delicate area.  I had to control myself as I felt at times like I was going to come in my pants, and my breathing kept becoming suspiciously heavy.  I asked her if she was happy with the results and thankfully she was, which is great as it means this may become a standard part of our routine rather than just a special treat that she can do better.

I gathered up the clothes that she'd thrown on the bathroom floor, folded them neatly and put them away, then I fetched her a bath towel and a smaller towel for her hair.  I lifted her out of the bath and. whilst drying her feet I noticed that the nail varnish I had applied last week had chipped.  Kneeling at her feet, dabbing her toes with a towel. I asked if I could re-apply it.  "You'll have to take it off first" she said, and I replied that I would love to.  Whilst she wandered off to the bedroom, I got into the bath to bathe in her dirt, hair and dead skin.

I only had round two minutes' pleasure in my Princess' dirt though as I couldn't wait to moisturise her and get to work on her toenails.  After pulling the plug and cleaning up the puddles she had left on the bathroom floor, I quickly cleaned the bath and joined her in the bedroom.  She was laying on the bed on her laptop and I started smearing body lotion on her calves.

"It's easier for you to do my legs if I stand up isn't it?" she asked.  I replied that it was up to her, and that she looked comfortable where she was.  She stood up anyway though, and moved the laptop to the edge of the bed, bending over to type.  This meant that I was kneeling on the floor with her ass inches from my face.  Of course I couldn't resist planting a few adoring kisses on her peach-like bottom as I rubbed the cream into her legs.  My balls were aching like crazy by this point and there was a wet patch in my pants where so much pre-cum had oozed out.  I paid particular attention to the tops of her feet and her toes as I was worried that they were looking paler than her legs.  I did this part in a full-on grovelling position, face almost on the floor as she tapped away on Facebook.

I continued moisturising the front of her body, rubbing cream into her crotch and breasts like some kind of sexless assistant.  Once her front was all done, she was able to lay face down on a towel on the bed again.  As she continued to do something on Facebook that I have no business knowing, I lovingly applied the lotion all over her back, neck and shoulders, and told her that she is unbelievably sexy and fit looking.  She did not respond or thank me in any way.

"Please can I do your toenails?" I asked.  Her only response was to roll onto her side, feet dangling off the bed, fingers still tapping away on the laptop.  I then had to search frantically for the nail polish remover and cotton-wool.  I was worried that she would tell me not to bother if it looked like too much hassle, but luckily I found them in time and knelt at her feet.

I can't remember whether I have ever removed her nail polish before, but it was very enjoyable.  Once every toenail was perfectly clean I wiped them over and began to apply the red varnish.  I really wanted to ensure that I did this perfectly and had to struggle to steady my hands and control my breathing.  Occasionally I would pass her her wine and then take it back after she had taken a sip.

Eventually I finished.  It had taken the best part of two hours to pamper my Princess in this way, and it was two of the best hours of my life.  As I tidied away the lotion and nail products, Princess Emma offered not a single word of acknowledgement or thanks.  Perfect.  "Have I got clean clothes for work in the morning?" she asked.  Better than perfect.  After all that, she is now making sure that I have cleaned and ironed her clothes.  Fortunately I had, so I fetched them from her wardrobe and hung them on the handle for her.

For the rest of the night we snuggled on the sofa watching films as I stroked her hair, and this morning I woke extra early to make her a cup of tea.  I brushed her hair as she checked some things on the laptop.  Today I have been doing chores all day.  Things are pretty good at the moment,

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.