When princesses are crafted, they are made of softness, silence, and absolute obedience, with an insatiable ache to be used.
They are born with wrists perfectly fitted for chains, lips permanently parted, and a mind molded to yield to commands. They are given bodies that beg for inspection.
I have spent my whole life learning how to be a good girl. I only exist to please and obey.
I may rule a kingdom, but I'd much rather be the one who is ruled.
Still, do not think just anyone can step into my castle. I’ve already kissed enough frogs.
So until the right Master comes to claim his property, I am training my body and mind to be perfectly broken for him.
This blog is my own throne room. A collection of my wettest daydreams. I hope my thoughts please you, too.













