Just an how ago, I was kissing you tenderly to wake you up. I had a coffee ready and I was taking care of you. My fingers soft and gentle as I helped you wake up. I had cooked you breakfast and taken care of everything. I even took the time to bathe and dress you. But that was because we both knew what was going to happen today. And how hard it was.

Now, I wasn't able to be that kind supportive partner. You weren't my princess anymore. You were my bitch. A status symbol to show to my other wealthy friends how I had this beautiful woman to treat as I wanted. My hands pulled you forwards and forced you onto your knees next to my as we sat down playing poker. I kissed you when I wanted. And as this weird networking debauchery continued, I put on a collar and started to lead you on all fours. In public, you weren't my dedicated loving partner. You were my toy. My bitch. My trophy.

But even as I pulled your head up. Even as I barked those orders at you, stripped you naked so I could humiliate you for my own position, for that wealth we both enjoyed. You could always see the love and affection in my eyes. And soon as those doors closed, you'd go from my sex slave, my toy, back to my princess.

OOC> So, I'm looking for a weird dynamic, and one that could only really work within the confines of the fantasies we create and write here. Flipping the princess on the streets slut in the sheets on its head. But combining it with feminist theory on how the patriarchy forces certain actions. If you're looking for a feminist tamed this isn't the story for you. We are very much doing an act in public. A sexy, kinky act, but I'm looking to explore this as a slice of life relationship. Its a weird one, but if this appeals then reach out!