House-bound Princess

A Very Short Story from the Daddy and Simon Series

by lunus (lunus.erotica@googlemail.com)
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This version posted on Friday, 9th April 2010.
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   This story is from a growing series, involving the dynamic between two
characters; Simon and Peter, a couple in their late twenties.  Their
relationship is heavily involved in age play, with Peter being the
controlling parental role, Simon being the subservient, compliant partner.

   While there are strong themes of Adult Baby (AB), Diaper Lover (DL) and
homosexuality (MM); Simon plays as a child between the ages of 7 and 16,
and Simon is bisexual.  Therefore there should be expectation of more
adult-adult interaction and involvement of females.

House-bound Princess

   Peter had bathed and dressed Simon the previous night, and now stood at
the foot of his bed, drinking a mug of coffee.  He looked down at his
sissy-boy's body, laid down on the bed in the little nightie and nappy
peeking out from underneath, covering his chaste little toy.  Simon had
been a good little faggot last night so he deserved to have some special
treatment today.

   Simon's room was a pink palace fit for a little girl.  There was a
single bed, wrought iron framed painted in a cool powder pink.  Bows were
on each upright and the bed spread was of a similar coloured satin.  It
stood on a thick pile of pink carpet, as did the vanity table.  The
vanity's mirror had light bulbs all round like a Hollywood starlet's, with
a number of wigs on heads and a vast array of make-up.  The wardrobe sat in
the corner; seeing this reminded Peter of the delights within it.

   He placed his mug on the vanity and then opened the wardrobe.  He always
selected his sissy's clothes each morning to wear while he performed his
housekeeping.  Sissy was a stay at home faggot slut: Peter went out to work
and Simon was tasked to keep the house tidy.  Peter today decided that he
wanted Simon to be left in torment all day and put back the rubber maid's
uniform he'd initially felt suitable.  He picked out the Princess ensemble;
a ball gown, made from delicate pink satin, lots of bows and with the
underskirt, it puffed out to ridiculous proportions.  Totally impractical
for cleaning and washing in.

   The costume was competed with a white set of lingerie: white stockings,
a garter and a padded bra.  Simon would be wearing a nappy and plastic
pants so knickers wouldn't be needed.  Hot pink 5 inch heeled court shoes
and a blond wig and tiara would be the rest of the outfit.  Simon would
have to make sure his make-up was immaculate and he'd know exactly what
Daddy had in mind on his return.

   Peter finished his coffee, collected his things and left the house, not
before kissing Simon on his forehead.

   Peter returned and found Simon kneeling inside the door, as expected. 
He was a vision of sissified ridicule.  He looked just beautiful to Peter,
he liked the deep pink that Simon had applied around his eyes, the thick
gloss applied to his lips and the glitter that frosted his entire face. 
The dress was spotless meaning he'd been very naughty.  He'd either gotten
undressed, or he'd not completed the chores.  Thankfully it had been the
previous; he was looking forward to the meal that he could smell.

   "So, my little Princess, did you have fun today when you weren't
properly dressed?" asked Peter in a tone as though Simon really was a
little girl.

   "Oh yes, Daddy.  I'm sorry I wasn't properly dressed for the entire day,
but I did so want to keep my dress clean for Daddy.  Daddy hates his sissy
getting his dresses dirty." Simon beamed up at Peter, clasping his hands
together in front of him as though in prayer, "Did Daddy like work today?"

   Peter was impressed, knowing he'd have received punishment either way,
Simon had taken the better of two options.  "Yes, Princess, I did.  Later,
I'll deal with correcting you for being dressed inappropriately - severely.
Now get up and make sure you serve my dinner as expected and avoid extra
punishment."

   Peter's cock throbbed at the thought of administering the punishment,
which would leave bruises on Simon's sissy-thighs.  Just high enough to be
hidden by anything but a mini-skirt, but visible if he bent over - he just
mused whether to show Simon on web-cam before or after he was bruised.