"Good Girl"

The daughter of a Duke I'm expected to uphold certain values. To protect my image, this rather nakedly meaning my maidenhood, and not to associate with anyone or anything which might tarnish it.

"Good Girl"

I'm stubborn, headstrong, my Father even calls me bratty at times. You can call me Helena.

"Good Girl"

And yet these two little words, such delicate little things, seem to melt away all my defenses. Not that I'm the defensive sort, either.

"Mf... Good girl..."

He had said, pressing his way further inside me with my dress thrown up around my chest, unloading his hot seed deep within. A gasp of contentment left my lips-- those words make it feel so right.

"That's a good girl..."

Another man had cooed, my reluctant lips and tongue finding new life, suckling and lapping at his swaying balls until he spurted his thick white semen into my golden locks-- the servants toiled frantically for hours to wash it out, I hardly minded, basking in the bliss of my performance.

"There... Good girl..."

The woman sighed salaciously as she settled her leaking lips onto my face, grinding against my silly grin while my hips squirmed pleasantly and my tongue began to familiarize itself with her folds.

"Hmph... Good girl."

Yet another man grunted gruffly. I hadn't yelped quite so loudly this time when his hand struck my pale, bare, plush rear. Looking back to see the crowded bulge in his trousers gave me further motivation and I tugged at my lower lip with my teeth while the air kissed at my nude body.

"Almost there... Good girl..."

He half-moaned as I gave up my tight rear for the first time, pussy quivering as he stretched the above to accommodate him. His praise allowed me to relax, to breathe, to let him deeper.

"Ohhh.. Very good girl..."

She whispered in my ear, hand working over my lips feverishly as she coaxed me towards orgasm, her husband still freshening up in the powder room while we continued our fun.

"Hnf.. Hnf.. Good... girl..."

The stranger moaned with each hump, dried tears on my cheeks while a soft smile settles and bliss grips me, cumming in the dark of a rolling carriage.

"Now the next... Good girl..."

I move my lips from painted toe to painted toe, squat on my knees while she blows the smoke of a cigarette at me, thinking over the details of a business meeting she'd just returned from.

How I've sullied myself for those words. How I will again.

Phew! New to the theme thing but given my soft spot for praise I couldn't pass up the opportunity.

What am I looking for? Well, a partner for this pseudo-medieval story. Beyond that, the sky is the limit. Helena is quite the flexible lady, accepting lovers of all genders (and races should we like to give this a fantasy tinge). The one sticking point is she's firmly a submissive, as am I. Kinks and the like can be found pinned on my profile if any further inspiration is needed, as can what I look for in a partner.

Most importantly, I'd like a proper character. I've alluded to many above and hopefully given you an inkling of Helena's temperament. I'll expound on that now.

The ripe age of 22, her Father is eager to wed her whilst her Mother still pampers and praises her as if she were half that age, hoping to shield her from the adulthood she has long since adapted to. Fiercely independent and at times aloof, she resides in an estate primarily with her Mother-- Father stays away more often than not, on business as part of his textile enterprise, or as part of his political obligations. She stands 5'3", golden hair winding halfway down her back, often curled when the servants can convince her to sit still for the excruciatingly boring process. Her eyes are a pale, icy blue, skin fair. Her breasts are just spilling into B-cups, perky with bright pink areola and nipples, her rear framed by wide hips and plenty more than a handful in each cheek-- well, for her dainty hands anyway. She has friends in town, varying levels of privy to her activities, a driver she often has drop her at some decoy destination so that the reports he surely delivers back will give her parents the impression she's at the theater. Again. Her lower pair of lips have larger outer labia, giving her a puffy 'innie' look.

I model the setting vaguely on Victorian-era London though we needn't use our world at all. I'm happy to work in all manner of other races as well, though Helena will remain a human regardless.

I believe that's all for now, though. Come along with a character idea and let's set something up! And praise me for a job well done?