A Little Present For Me

When I returned from my business trip this morning, my Princess told me she had a little present for me and asked me to shut my eyes whilst she got it out.

"Ok, you can open them now" she said after a few seconds.

Upon opening my eyes I could see that she had bought herself a very sexy pair of nude patent platform heels with a peep-toe.

That was a present for me!  She's really getting the hang of this.

I got down on my knees and helped her into them.  She looked outrageously sexy; the curves of her calves are beautifully accentuated by the position heels put her legs in.  The heels are very very high, but the platform makes them feel slightly lower, making them easier to walk in.

After helping her back into her normal shoes, I cleaned the new heels, peeled off the sole stickers and put them away for her.  My heart was pounding but I managed to thank her for the gift.

I imagine she will wear these new shoes out with friends and I will be the chauffeur.

Maybe she will even let me do this one day:

(I saw this image on the sherulestherooster blog by the way.  Nice isn't it?)

New Levels of Service

I seem to have managed to devote 100% of today's efforts to serving my Princess.  Here's a brief summary of how servile my behaviour has been.

First thing, I set my alarm early so I could make her breakfast and lunch to take to work, whilst she slept.  I then made her a cup of tea to drink in bed and I kissed her awake, kneeling by her bedside.

After giving her a lift to work, I did all the shopping, as per her list.  Once back home, I set about sorting out the washing.  I ironed all her clothes that I had washed yesterday and put them in her wardrobe.  All her underwear was folded and put away neatly.  I actually ironed her pants to make sure they were super-neat for her.

I then sent her a couple of emails and texts letting her know what I had done so far, and reminded her that I adore her and that she is beautiful.  I also offered to take her shoe shopping after work as she had a night out planned tonight and needed some new heels.

So I picked her up from work and took her to a designer shoe shop where she allowed me to pay for a very sexy pair of very high heels.

Once back home I asked her if I could put fake tan on her legs and back as they would be on show tonight in the backless mini-dress that I bought her recently.  She allowed this too; I knelt and rubbed it in to her smooth soft skin.

As she was getting ready, I made her a drink and tidied away her work clothes.

Once she was ready, I gave her a lift to the nightclub where she's meeting her single friends.  She looked absolutely, achingly beautiful.  Her toenails, painted by me, peeping out from the sexy new shoes I bought her, her legs, freshly shaved and bronzed by me, gorgeous under the slinky mini dress I bought her.  Her boobs looked fantastic in the new padded push-up bra I bought her as a present last week, enhanced by the inserts I also bought.  On her fingers, the rings I bought her and around her next a necklace I gave her.  Her face and hair I can take no credit for, but the rest of her outfit I have eagerly spent lots of money on, and I am so happy that I have been able to do so.

She is really going to turn some heads tonight.  I hope she has fun.  She might ring me at some point for a lift home, she might stay at a friend's.  It's all up to her. 

Giving Princess Orgasms - A Favour... To Me!

After massaging Princess to sleep last night, I awoke extra early this morning to make sure she had breakfast and lunch prepared before her alarm went off.  I was hoping that this would give her a few free minutes during which she would allow me to give her an orgasm before her shower.

I knelt next to her side of the bed for a minute until her alarm went off, silenced it and kissed her gently awake before presenting her with her morning cup of tea.

I then got back into bed, told her that her food had been seen to and asked her if I could give her an orgasm.  She still didn't have time though; she had to be in work extra early and was stressing out about the busy day ahead.

The interesting this is though, she actually apologised to me that she didn't have time for an orgasm.  "Sorry, I've got to go!"  My first reaction was to tell her that she needn't apologise - I hate it when she apologises or thanks me for anything as it doesn't fit in with her taking me for granted.

But since she has left for work, and having thought about it a bit, I think it's actually pretty good that she felt the need to apologise in this way.  In a normal relationship, a woman might apologise to her partner that she didn't have time to suck him off before work despite his protestations.  In our relationship though, she actually apologises that she hasn't got the time to grant me the privilege of touching her.  It is, I think, a tacit acknowledgement that any physical contact with her is basically an amazing experience for me, regardless of how enjoyable it also happens to be for her.

A strange one.  Maybe I would be happier if she was more manipulative about it and said I could give her an orgasm tonight if I do enough chores or something.  Maybe her reaction was the best possible.

In any case, after my offer was rejected I continued to serve her this morning, running and fetching her hairbrush from where I left it after brushing her hair yesterday morning, and adjusting her bra so that it fits properly.  She is even trying out the gel bra inserts today that make her boobs look absolutely irresistible.  In work!

Looking forward to a morning of ironing her clothes and folding her underwear just how she likes it...

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,

Buying Princess Some Fuck Me Shoes

I have decided that I will buy my Princess a proper pair of "Fuck Me Shoes" as expression of thanks for being with me and a sign that I appreciate how lovely she is and how lucky I am to have someone like her.

I would like the shoes to be as sexy as possible whilst not actually being totally outrageous, then maybe she will actually wear them.

I have never bought shoes for a woman before, so I am a bit lost, but I was thinking of something like these:

Or these:

Or these:

Or these:

Or these:

Or these:

Or these:

Any opinions, anyone?

Stability in Submission

We have, I think, established a new status quo where Emma's superiority and my obedience are pretty much unquestioned. Emma seems very content with this arrangement, apparently finding her new role as leader quite comfortable.

Today she exercised some of her powers with nonchalant ease; she received two orgasms, gave me a ruined orgasm (only my second release since November, I think), directed me to complete several hours' worth of chores and told me to massage her feet whilst she relaxed on the sofa.

Whilst I rubbed and kissed her feet, she told me about a girl in work whose male friend is on the lookout for a girlfriend. Emma asked to see some pictures, and her colleage duly obliged, showing Emma his Facebook photos. Emma said she found him "really hot". Her colleague then fed this comment back to the male friend in question, who has subsequently begun posting complimentary comments about Emma's Facebook pictures.

Emma's colleage was worried that I might find out and get angry, so Emma told her "No, he really wouldn't. Believe me, he'd love it." This information has probably got back to the "Hottie" too. Interesting...

Shortly after the foot massage, Nathan popped round and mentioned that he had a sore knee. Emma, being a doctor, offered to look at it for him, so he ended up laying on the sofa with Emma kneeling by his legs with her hands all over his thigh and knee, manipulating him to diagnose the problem. I was on the other sofa, in the middle of sending a text when this happened, pretending to be preoccupied with what I was doing and not noticing all the eye contact and smiling going on opposite me.

Emma really can do exactly what she wants in this relationship now!

Emma's Guilty Pleasure... Looking Good!

Nathan popped around for coffee this afternoon.  Although he is my friend, he spent most of his time talking to Emma, and even when talking to us both, maintained quite a lot of eye contact with her.

Me and Emma mentioned that we were thinking of a short break somewhere hot, and he actually asked if he could come with us.  My heart leaped.  I would say he was about 50% serious.  The idea of the three of us going away together is amazing.  I can't stop imagining all the possible scenarios...  massaging her feet on the beach as he rubs her sun cream in... going off for a quick dip, leaving the two of them snuggling under a parasol, maybe cleaning the apartment later as they go for a bite to eat... getting drunk together, staggering into bed at the end of the night, then giving Emma the best orgasms of her life - surely the simultaneous attentions of two men would take her places she has never been before...

All very unlikely, but a pleasant fantasy nonetheless.

All that has reminded me of a recent holiday in which I behaved like the most obedient submissive boyfriend imaginable and she seemed to love it.  Will write about that soon.

On a more serious note, we argued yesterday and I let myself down, being not at all subservient and standing up for myself quite a bit.  I am taking her for an early Valentine's meal tonight so I will make sure I apologise profusely.

The Contraception Situation

It's now been about 2 months since I had a full orgasm.  I have been allowed only one ruined orgasm during that time.  The urge to masturbate is intense, especially after this morning, when my Princess lay on the bed and let me kiss her naked body whilst I made her come.  I have had a permanent erection all day and my balls are aching like mad.  Of course I will not masturbate as Emma has forbidden it completely.

If and when I am ever allowed to have sex with Princess Emma again, I will have to wear a condom.  I don't think I have mentioned this before but it is probably worth touching on, as it is another sign of how I do my utmost to consider Emma's needs and feelings before my own.

We have been together for several years, and Emma was on the pill when we met.  It caused a certain degree of moodiness though; probably a side-effect of the hormones.  As soon as we realised that it was the pill which was causing her moods, then I immediately offered to use condoms so that she could stop taking the pill.

That was three or four years ago, and we have not had unprotected sex since.  Even when Emma was on the pill, I was not allowed to ejaculate inside her as she was very worried about getting pregnant.  I obeyed this rule right from the outset, and that was years before I even considered any submissive stuff.  Maybe she has been conditioning me from the beginning!

Anyway, I love the fact that I have only ever come inside her a handful of times over the years.  It's a real sign of her power over me.