seen from Portugal
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the unearthly, heavenly silence that follows when you add "My love" quietly to the end of your good night to the princess while tucking her in instead of "your highness"-- you say by accident, but it was more like your hope and aching, cat-and-angel-like, knocked it off the shelf of your lips
y'know the fairy tale curse of eternal sleep until being kissed by true love, that just means the maids can fuck the princess without consequence. that is until one of them gets very much into it and then the princesses' eyes jolt open to see her squadron of maids surrounding and groping her naked body...
"Wait. if the guy book belonged to Mistress Flandre..."
"Then who does this girl book belong to?"
It occurs to me I don't really like being called good girl. I actually consider an optional thank you before moving onto having more requests made of me, more responsibilities, more of you relying on me, to be infinitely more flattering and sincere praise. I want you to rely on me. I want the satisfaction of having taken care of that for you. I want the satisfaction of your trust in my capable hands.
That being said. You may feel free to stroke my hair as i stoically resist the urge to purr
just putting it out there if any of you are rich and kind princesses out there I can clean well and lift some heavy objects and have little to no scruples or boundaries that cannot be negotiated if you administer regular estradiol to me knowingly or otherwise. also I give great head
there is something deeply satisfying about making sure the princess's needs are heard and met. and the fulfillment of both these things without causing her unwanted shame is a fine art that takes patience, flexibility, integrity to cultivate. It is hard. It sucks. Sometimes you will want to grab her and scream. But you do it anyway. You struggle. You learn. You become capable. You become competent. You become excellent.
when she calls for you by name, it makes it all worth it.
And naturally, you respond:
Yes, your highness? What can I make happen for you?
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hi its peepers back after I accidentally deleted my blog, whoops. all you should know about me is that I organize excessive amounts so I am sorry if I annoy you in that regard or make you feel uncomfortable in general. oh and properly the fact i'm transfem as fuck anyways my tags are in the tags of this post for easy access everywhere, the library of alexandria over here
Saw these two posts right next to each other. Get scrubbed idiot.
