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Your breath hitched, but you managed to continue reading aloud. You couldn't help but squirm a little as your sweet Hailey suckled on your princess part, under your long, lacy pink dress, but you kept your voice steady.
A princess knows how to maintain dignity, and your little ones needed to be fed. To help with their morning impatience, you read to them as they waited their turn for feeding.
Your Dragon decided what books you should read, so that the girls' education would be fitting for young princesses. Today's book was on the subject of receiving visitors to the bedchamber; you were reading the undressing decorum chapter.
You always did your best to maintain composure, sitting on your throne with your reading table in front of you but still -- ooh, a little thrust there -- you'd have to pause the reading when you felt the rising need to release into your little one's hot, hungry mouth.
Hastily, but in a placid tone, you murmured to the kneeling, waiting girls. "Princesses, let us -- take a moment and -- ponder -- that passage, girls."
You waited primly, carefully controlling your breathing. Your Dragon had taught you this part by wrapping its coils around your ribs so that you couldn't gasp. You knew it would not be pleased if you forgot your training.
Ah, there! You suppressed a shudder of relief. Hailey was fed.
good Mama
Hailey emerged flushed, hair mussed, and you tutted, settling her hair back into place quickly and urging her to go get dressed. She was still clad only in her chemise! Hailey was a new little one, and still had difficulty with the Rules. She would need a spanking for being improperly dressed at breakfast, but that could wait.
Penelope slipped under your skirt and latched on for her turn. She did have a tendency to bite, but at least she was a quick eater. Her long tongue sweeping up and down your princess part soon had you pausing and breathing carefully, then releasing gracefully.
Penelope sucked down her breakfast with gusto, and you shivered.
good Mama
Cerise, Donna-Marie, Petra, Shannon, Eden, and Anna followed in turn, and finally you closed the book for the morning, and waited for your own breakfast. You knew it wouldn't be long -- your Dragon was always watching, waiting, ready to reward or punish. You had shivered only once, and thrust forward only twice, and hadn't made a single sound, so you were hoping to escape punishment.
Your Dragon swept into the room, its tail lifting the reading table away from you and dropping a cushion in front of you. You quickly knelt, leaning your head back and opening your mouth wide. Your Dragon opened its maw and its forked tongue flicked out and down your throat, feeling, checking, inspecting, testing. Your eyes watered, but you didn't move, and soon enough your Dragon withdrew. It then rose up, opening its body, and you saw the blessing rod. You nearly wept with relief. Today was a reward, not a punishment.
You stood up, and turned at its behest. Its vine-like claws rapidly unbuttoned the hundreds of buttons, unfastening your dress and lifting it off. It tenderly slipped off your chemise, gently bent you over, and pressed its blessing rod slowly but inexorably into the tight circlet between your cheeks. It supported your body with its massive tail under your belly and between your pendulous breasts.
You held back a squeak as it slid inside, and counted silently as you felt eight - no, nine - eggs deposited inside you. You wouldn't be hungry now until tomorrow at least, and your little ones would eat well for dinner and breakfast. You already felt invigorated! You nearly pressed back onto the blessing rod, but caught yourself just in time.
Your Dragon held you steady, pumping spurts of fluid inside, pushing the eggs further in, where they would dissolve into your system and nourish you. You felt pressure building inside your princess place and hoped you could release silently.
It was so much more difficult for you to release with quiet dignity when your Dragon was inside you. Perhaps it was shock at the indignity of the possessive, objectifying way it handled and used your body. Or perhaps it was because of its tail creating indecent friction on your unmentionables as it slid you back and forth over its scaly bumps. But most likely, you struggled with distraction due to the humiliation and guilt at this lewd waste of your sweet fluid, so unlike the innocent feeding of your little ones.
After all, you weren't supposed to be enjoying a release. That wasn't the purpose of this sacred rite. You were being filled with the eggs and fluid that you needed to live and to feed your little ones. Your release was, at best, an undignified side effect.
It ran its clawed fingers over your breasts, squeezing them and massaging them. You watched your milk drip down its massive scaly tail as you slid back and forth with each stroke, your belly swelling from the fluid. You valiantly pushed yourself up on its tail, arching your back to let in more of the blessing. It would be rude to allow gravity to press some of the blessing out.
Your princess place was on the verge of releasing but just didn't quite go, and you began to worry in earnest. It had never taken this long to release before, and you knew that the longer it took, the less control you would have over your voice and body. But you couldn't rush it -- it would be wrong for you to touch your princess part. Princess parts are not for oneself.
The pressure built and built, and you couldn't help it -- you let out a little gasp. You waited for your Dragon to react, but it just ejaculated more fluid in and squeezed your breasts harder, making them spurt milk. You moaned, barely audible, and your Dragon stopped. It slowly removed the blessing rod, and quickly plugged you so that you wouldn't lose any of the blessing fluid. You thanked it quietly, keeping the whimper out of your voice by whispering.
It took you to the bathing room, and before you knew it you were immersed in warm water, your still-excited princess part bumping against your round, taut belly. Your Dragon washed you gently all over, ending with your princess part.
You whispered urgently, "Please don't, oh Dragon, for I shall lose my composure most inelegantly."
It gently continued to stroke, and you wished it could understand spoken words as it could written. You bit back a moan, but a gasp escaped, then another. The Dragon would not stop, no matter how you shook your head, and eventually you were crying out like any common wench.
Your Dragon seemed to be satisfied once you had debased yourself with such bawdy utterances, and took you from the bath. As it dried you off, you shamefully begged in whispers, pleading quietly so as not to alarm your little ones, but it didn't heed you. You had to hold your breath to keep from shrieking as it dried off your princess part, but still, no release. You hoped one of your little ones was still hungry, but breakfast usually satisfied them until dinner.
Your Dragon then dressed you: chemise, petticoats, and gown, each laced gently to be fitted snugly around your newly rounded belly, tied tight around your hips. You gasped a little as each tug of a lace dragged fabric across your turgid princess part. It dried, brushed, and braided your hair, weaving in ribbons. All the while you whimpered and wriggled with no regard for your own dignity.
Finally, it carried you to your throne and set you upon it, spreading your legs and tucking each leg into its stirrup, adjusting your voluminous skirts to fall between. It settled your tiara on your braided hair, caressing your face as it did so. You attempted to adjust your dress to hide your princess part, but the fabric was too stretchy and silky: it pooled around it.
Your Dragon then opened the doors to the receiving hall, and you nearly panicked in a very unprincessly way before remembering that today was not a day for receiving the public. You were confused, until the Dragon reached into the dark hall with its tail and pulled forward a new little one.
This one was dark haired, brown eyed, pale skinned, skinny, scruffy, but bore the same look that all of your little ones had had at first. Lost, yearning, and hungry.
You were so eager to feed her.
You were filled with relief that your Dragon hadn't allowed you a wasteful release. Truly, it was wiser than you.
Your Dragon pulled the little one forward and pressed her into a kneel in front of you. You began to lift your skirts and the little one realized why and shook her head frantically. She whimpered loudly.
Your princess part throbbed at her naive fear; you needed to release, needed to feed your little one, needed to give her the comfort of a full belly. You needed to welcome her home to Mama. Needed to let her suckle and be satisfied with her reward.
You folded back your skirts, letting your princess part spring free. Exposure was just necessary sometimes. One had to guide the little ones when they didn't know what to do.
You shushed gently as your Dragon pushed the little one's head towards your princess part. As your sensitive tip rubbed against the girl's scruffy cheek, you stifled a moan and murmured soothing words to the shy girl, stroking her hair.
Your Dragon was pleased with your gentleness.
good Mama
Your Dragon held the girl's head in place as you lightly rubbed the tip against her soft lips, coating them in your fluid. The girl unconsciously licked her lips, and her eyes widened. You smiled, pleased that she loved the taste. You nudged your dripping princess part into the dip between her pouty lips as your Dragon pressed her forward a little more firmly.
"Come now, little one. Have your breakfast. You need it to grow into a beautiful princess like Mama."
The girl finally opened her mouth and began to suckle, and you struggled to hold back. You didn't want to overwhelm the girl, but the pressure was so great! You looked at your Dragon in desperation, and it stung your arm with something.
good Mama
You still felt as if you would come any second, but as the girl suckled on and on, you didn't. You tenderly stroked the girl's hair and face, and with great presence of mind, refrained from pressing into her.
Then, your Dragon took over, lifting you out of your throne, pressing you forward into the girl's mouth and all the way down her throat. Her throat spasmed around you but you held still like a good princess, and your Dragon pricked your arm again. You released down the girl's throat with a nearly-audible gasp. Your Dragon gently pulled you back out and tucked you into your throne as you panted quietly, relieved. You settled your skirts, restoring your modesty. Your princess part was now hidden properly amongst the folds.
The girl reached for her own parts and you hastily caught her hand and stopped her.
"Princess parts are not for oneself, little one. Princess parts are for others. This is Rule 1."
Dinner had just finished. You were so pleased with your new little one, Lexi. She'd taken her dinner without a fuss, and her hot little mouth suckling around just your tip was just delightful. What a shy, tentative eater.
You also noticed that she politely let both Petra and Eden tickle her princess parts under the table while the girls played a game. She was learning to share! You called her over after the game finished.
"Lexi, sweetheart, I'm so pleased that you're settling in with us. You did so good with dinner, and I saw you sharing your parts with the other little ones so nicely. Good princess!" You stroked her smooth cheek.
"Thank you, Mama." She blushed and ducked her head.
"Can you tell me what you've learned today?"
"Rule 1 is princess parts are for sharing, not for oneself. Rule 2 is always speak and move quietly, smoothly, and with dignity. Rule 3 is be gentle. Rule 4 is maintain modesty outside of the bed and bath. Rule 5 is accept your punishments and rewards with equal grace."
"That's very good, little one! You can stay up and watch a movie with Mama and the girls tonight."
"Thank you, Mama."
All the little ones piled into the oversized royal bed, with you in the center. Since you were all in bed, Rule 4, modesty, was not in effect, so most of the little ones were nude. You were nude. Only Lexi was wearing her chemise, pulled over herself demurely as she sat with her knees to one side. You told her to sit next to you.
Once the movie started, the girls started quietly begging for milkies, and you gave them each a turn, but you didn't let Lexi move from your side while you nursed the others. You stroked her hair, first, then let your hand drift lower, to her breast. She gasped, and one of the other girls whispered "Rule 2!" Then she was silent, breathing carefully.
You massaged her small breast, skimming her nipple as the other girls watched the movie. You watched her eyes grow heavy-lidded, and her chest heave with shallow breaths. You pinched her nipple lightly, and her body jolted.
The other girls had all had their milkies, and you offered your breast to Lexi, but she shook her head, blushing. You ran your fingers into her hair next to her scalp, gripped her firmly, and pulled her down to your breast. She whimpered, but opened her mouth, and you filled it, pressing her to you gently.
She twisted around to lay down facing you, and looked up at you pleadingly as she nursed. She was as gentle and timid nursing as she was when she ate. You called her a good princess and slid your hand up her chemise to fondle her, smiling and cooing when you discovered she was already dripping. You rubbed the tip of her little princess part with your thumb until every back and forth stroke made her shudder.
When the movie ended and the lights slowly came up, you pulled up Lexi's chemise and called the girls to come look at how cute and twitchy and drippy her little princess part was, and how hard and reactive her nipples were. She squeaked and twitched. Several of the girls asked to suck her princess part or her puffy nipples, and she nodded and shared so sweetly, doing her best not to break the Rules.
While Petra was sucking her princess part, you pressed a finger inside Lexi's puckered circlet and she cried out, then clapped a hand over her mouth.
"That's okay baby, everyone breaks the Rules sometimes," you said, gently stroking in and out. "You'll need a spanking, but it won't be too bad."
You added a second finger, and this time she didn't yelp. You praised her for being a good little princess. Then,
"Who wants to fill Lexi's circlet for Mama?"
Lexi's eyes couldn't have been wider.
Petra and Eden offered, but they were both thicker than you were comfortable with for Lexi, to start. You chose Shannon, and had her lay behind Lexi, both of them in front of you. You lifted Lexi's top leg, gave it to Petra to hold up, and guided Shannon's princess part into Lexi's circlet. Lexi whimpered and you softly shushed her with your fingers on her lips, as Shannon pushed in.
Then you held Lexi's hand with one of yours while stroking her princess part with the other. She clung to your hand with both of hers, gazing at you with wet eyes and a trembling lower lip. You watched Shannon's princess part move in and out of her, and nodded in approval at the slow, gentle thrusts.
"Good princess Lexi, this is such an important lesson and you're doing so well," you crooned.
She breathed faster as you and Shannon sped up, moaning in short interrupted bursts as she forgot herself and remembered. Then her flushed little face grew frantic, and she whispered, "Mama, help, I don't know how to come quietly, with dignity!"
"It takes practice, baby, just do your best."
Her first try wasn't great, but by the time Petra was inside her, she released without a sound, wearing a demure smile as her eyelids fluttered and her body spasmed.
You praised her and then pulled her onto your lap and put your own princess part inside her, telling her to slide up and down for Mama. You enjoyed her loosened circlet, and thanked Petra and the other girls for warming her up for Mama.
You encouraged them to reward Lexi for being such a good princess, and the girls descended on her with lips and tongues and hands, groping and stroking and kissing, and she practiced again, with a little shudder and the quietest whimper. The way she tightened around you when she released made you twitch, but you practiced restraint.
Good princesses practice. That's Rule 6: always practice, always keep trying to improve.
You sent the other girls to bed, giving them each a kiss goodnight and a reminder to be modest in the morning.
Lexi was still obediently riding you. "Should I stop, Mama?"
"No, baby, keep going, Mama's practicing restraint."
You picked up your book from the bedside table, but you just stared at the page, wondering how you were doing. This was your first time being the Mama princess, and you wanted to please your Dragon.
Your Dragon stung you before you knew it was there, and you suddenly released inside your little one. It caught you off guard, but although you dropped your book and shook against Lexi, you were silent as you released. You hoped that your forced release wouldn't make any of the girls go hungry. At least Lexi wouldn't need breakfast, having been fed so close to bedtime.
"Good princess, Lexi, you can go to bed."
You kissed her goodnight and she left.
You turned nervously to your Dragon, eyes downcast demurely, though your saliva-stained breasts and cum-sticky princess part made you look less than dignified.
"Did I do okay?" You asked the question out loud despite knowing better, then grabbed the pen and paper beside the bed. Those words were already written there. You showed them to your Dragon.
It answered you by coiling around your limbs and torso and kissing your forehead. You could feel it was pleased. You were a good Mama princess.
Chapter 2
Notes:
content warnings for this chapter:
Forced urination, tickling, training, threats of spanking, punishment, erotic betrayal
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Your Dragon coiled tightly around your limbs, its many flexible tails gripping you firmly. You relaxed into its grip, offering your surrender. A good princess surrenders her body to her Dragon.
It ran claws up and down your body, so lightly that it tickled. It was a novel feeling at first, and you fought to keep a demure smile rather than giggle. You enjoyed the claws traveling along your round belly, your full breasts, your sensitive thighs. The feeling built on itself, getting more and more intense, until you couldn't help but squirm to get away.
With horror, you realized that you needed a trip to the bathroom. You tried to say stop, but your Dragon didn't understand verbal language. You tried to reach for the pad and pen, and it wrapped yet more tails around your hands.
Its claws continued to stroke you lightly, as you squirmed to get away, feeling increasingly desperate. You couldn't wet the royal bed, or worse yet your Dragon, who was just trying to be tender with you! You would shame yourself and never be chosen to be mama princess again!
Squirming harder, you fought to hold back the flow, but a little escaped your clamped muscles, then a little more, and then it all poured out as you burst into tears. Hot liquid poured out over your pubic mound and ran down between your thighs and over the sides of your hips. You cried in earnest, humiliated and ashamed.
Your Dragon didn't react, continuing to stroke you lightly with its claws, and adding a slick tail wrapping around your princess part. You squirmed from overstimulation and arousal, crying in open-mouthed sobs now. You begged and pleaded, to no avail. There was no break in the tickling, teasing torture as your Dragon carried you to the bath once more.
Your toes curled in spite of yourself as you felt release approaching. Your Dragon sank into the water with you, shifting from tantalizing your skin to rubbing you lightly all over. The relief of the shift in sensation caused you to release, and while you would usually feel guilty about releasing outside of a little one's mouth, you were too relieved, too saturated in ecstasy.
You moaned openly as your body convulsed, and at the same time, your Dragon removed the plug that was holding in all that blessing fluid. You watched the bath fill with it, thick pearlescent swirls pulsing out of you in time with your aftershocks.
Your Dragon bathed you, dried you, dressed you in your chemise, and carried you to bed, your belly now only a small mound. You worried about not having enough food for the little ones, but when you reached for the pad and pen, once again your Dragon pulled back your hands. You could think of only one other way to communicate.
When the Dragon laid you down, you got on your hands and knees, with your chemise pulled up around your waist. You pressed your shoulders to the bed and reached for your hindquarters, pulling them apart to reveal your circlet. Hoping that it would understand, and gift you with another egg or two.
You felt its long tongue flicker against you. You would have leapt up in shock, but its tails, seemingly infinite, wrapped around your hands and arms and held your shoulders pressed to the bed. More tails held your hind parts spread open, as it lapped against your circlet. You surrendered. This was what your Dragon wanted from you, and you would obey.
Even though the sensation was almost more intense than the tickling. You fought to hold still, to still your breath, to ignore your princess part which was once more dripping. Your Dragon thrust its tongue inside you, and you almost gasped. It licked your insides, causing a feeling that made you want to scream. You focused on steadying your breathing, remembering your training.
Your Dragon finally removed its tongue, and you felt a familiar shape against your hole -- the blessing rod. You breathed out in relief, glad to have more eggs to nourish the little ones. You counted, focusing on the number rather than your princess part caught between your thighs. One, two, you felt relieved. Three, four, you accepted happily, glad to have more than necessary.
But then they kept coming -- now there were more inside than you'd ever had in one day. You lost count, but you knew it was at least twenty. You watched your belly fill up, alarmed -- it was so swollen it ached!
Finally your Dragon stopped, pulled out, and licked you clean of the blessing fluid. It released you, and you murmured your gratitude as you pulled your chemise back down. You wobbled a little as you laid down. Once you had settled, your Dragon curled around you and covered you with its many tails for sleep.
When you woke, your Dragon was gone, and a note left for you read, "I'm proud of you, mama princess! You were perfect yesterday. I must fly to defeat an evil wizard, and I will be away for the next two days. Be a good mama princess and take care of your little ones. Remember their training and discipline."
You were so relieved that your Dragon was proud of you, though you felt a twinge of doubt about being perfect yesterday. Most of the guilt and shame evaporated at the note, but a little remained. Still, it trusted you! You set your jaw, determined to be perfect in your Dragon's absence.
You went to wake the little ones, ringing the bell in the center of their shared bedroom. They woke and dressed you, marveling at your swollen belly. You assured them that your Dragon would be back in two days, and that you had the eggs to feed them all for that time.
Anna and Petra helped you onto the throne, setting your legs into the stirrups. You let them have breakfast first, even though this was a breach of protocol. Petra just had such good suction, and Anna was such a sweetheart, using her hands so skillfully around the part her mouth didn’t reach. The others didn't grumble too much. You let them choose the book you read to them, and they enjoyed the sapphic romance novel.
They enjoyed it so much that you had to remind them about Rule 1: princess parts are for sharing. They giggled and paired up to touch each other, and then you had to remind them about Rule 4! While you were distracted with reminding them to be modest, Penelope bit your princess part and you squealed and thrust as you released.
You were glad your Dragon was not there to see this egregious behavior. You scolded Penelope quietly, and told her that she would need a spanking. She sulked.
Lexi was a bright spot in the chaos of the morning. She technically didn't need breakfast, but you called her over anyway. The good girl slipped under your skirt causing hardly a wrinkle, sucked gently and steadily, and licked you clean after swallowing her breakfast. A perfect addition to your princess circle, already so well mannered.
After breakfast, it was time for training. You herded the girls to their bedroom and had them each remove their clothes and pair up, sitting on their beds facing each other. Lexi didn't have a partner, so you sat on a bed with her. Since your belly was so distended, you couldn't sit facing each other, so you sat side by side.
"Here baby, you stroke Mama," you murmured, placing Laci's hand on your princess part. "And Mama will stroke your princess part too." You gently wrapped your hand around her little part.
You guided the girls through touching each other, all stroking in time with the metronome ticking next to you. You reminded them to focus on their breathing as you adjusted the speed on the ticking metronome, and they all sped up.
Then you slid off the bed and told Lexi to follow and imitate you. You approached one of the pairs, and stroked Donna-Marie's breasts as Lexi followed suit with Anna.
"Remember to maintain your breathing, slow and steady," you reminded, squeezing and lightly pinching the girl's nipples. Donna-Marie flinched a little as you pinched first one, then the other, in an oscillating cycle. A small moan broke free from Anna as Lexi pinched her, imitating you.
"Anna! Rule 2." Anna blushed and protested that Lexi was pinching too hard. You shook your head at her -- that was no excuse. She knew better.
You moved on to the next pair, Lexi following and imitating you. You reminded the girls to maintain good posture as they stroked each other, and steered Penelope and Shannon to sit closer to each other so they didn't have to lean.
After you'd completed the round, you sat in the big chair, lowering yourself into it carefully by leaning on its wide armrests. One at a time, you called the girls to you.
You started with Lexi, since she was new. All the girls knew that the longer they went, stroking to the metronome, the harder it would be to practice maintaining their dignity.
You guided Lexi to sit on the armrest of your chair, nudged her knees apart, and grasped her little princess part. She bit back a gasp at the touch, since she'd not been touched while you did your rounds.
"Don't worry baby, Mama will make this quick. You're going to release quiet and still for Mama, right?"
Lexi nodded, looking nervous. She squirmed a little. You stroked her, increasing in speed until you matched the ticking rhythm of the room, then surpassing it. You urged her to look in your eyes, reminded her to breathe and to smile, and gently pulled her over the edge. She released with a quiet grunt and a hard twitch, but maintained her posture and smile. You wiped her off with one of the cloths stored in the other armrest, and told her to go swap with Hailey.
One by one you went through all the girls, making them release, cleaning them up, and sending them back. You enjoyed watching them resist shuddering when they rejoined a pair and were stroked along with the others, their just-released princess part overstimulated by the rapid stroking. You praised the girls who maintained composure, and scolded the ones who didn't.
Once all of the girls had been released, you turned off the metronome. They all stopped stroking their partner, except for Petra, who didn't let go of Eden's princess part. Eden was almost panting, flushed, making tiny motions of almost thrusting into Petra's hand. Petra had her other hand underneath Eden, rubbing in circles.
"Petra! I stopped the metronome, what are you doing?"
"Sorry Mama, can I please keep going?" Petra didn't sound sorry or demure; her voice was low and raspy, and her eyes on Eden's face were predatory. She didn't stop stroking; she sped up, like a pet chewing food it knew it shouldn't have.
"No! Stop now, you know the consequences for breaking decorum."
"Eden deserves this," Petra growled.
Petra switched to using both hands on Eden's princess part, cupping one over Eden's tip. She stroked hard and fast, shoving Eden into release and catching the girl's fluid with her other hand. Eden forgot herself and cried out, thrusting into Petra's hands as she released without permission. Petra snickered and wiped her hands on Eden's tummy.
"You're both getting a spanking when your Dragon comes home, and I will be giving you both stings from the scepter!"
Petra just smirked.
Eden protested, "It's not my fault, I couldn't stop Petra! Rule 1!"
"That's true, but you could have released in a way that wasn't so crass and unbecoming."
"Petra!" Eden glared at Petra accusingly. "You got me in trouble on purpose!"
"Guilty," Petra grinned.
The girls redressed you and themselves, and helped you onto your chaise lounge. You weren't used to being so bulky, and it was difficult to maneuver. Petra brought you the scepter, frowning.
You adjusted your tiara. "Petra, for the breach of decorum you displayed today, kneel for your punishment."
Petra kneeled, and you uncapped the tip of the scepter and placed it to Petra's neck, where a sharp needle plunged in. Petra accepted her punishment with adequate grace, though no smile. You reminded her that the effects would persist until you gave her the antidote, and she gave a small smile and thanked you for her punishment, with barely a smear of sullenness.
You called Eden up. She shot a withering look towards the once again smirking Petra, and walked over.
"Eden, for the breach of decorum you displayed today, kneel for your punishment."
Kneeling, Eden looked sad, and you felt a pang of regret. "Mama, shouldn't I get less punishment because it wasn't really my fault? She made me release really hard! She was so rough!"
This made you realize that the girls had been slacking in their practice. They should be able to release with decorum no matter how rough someone got with them. After all, your Dragon would not always be gentle with them. Couldn't have them releasing like hussies when they were used a little roughly.
You thought about how your Dragon would react, knowing how naughty the girls had been, and you squirmed. Eden's gasp at your behavior brought you back to the moment.
"Be good, and your punishment will likely end sooner," you said firmly. You pressed the scepter to Eden's neck and the needle stung her.
"Thank you, Mama," she said with a demure smile, almost sounding sincere. "At least practice will be easier now." You patted her on the butt and she went off to play.
Silly girl, you thought, shaking your head. Eden was such a good girl. She'd gotten her share of spankings, but she'd never been stung before. She knew that this would block her from feeling any sexual pleasure, but she didn't know what that actually meant during practice.
You did, though. During your first few weeks, you broke Rule 2 during practice so many times that your mama princess gave you a sting on your third day. And then you accidentally broke Rule 2 several more times during practice, because you couldn't tell when your release was approaching. When your body would contract with spasms, it startled you into making noise. You also broke Rule 7, "no releasing without Mama or Dragon touching you," because you couldn't hold back when you couldn't feel it.
You got so many spankings that night that it hurt to sit down for three days. You learned that when stung with the scepter, you had to watch your own body carefully, but even then you would accidentally break Rule 7 sometimes. It was a strange kind of loss of control, to watch your princess parts squirt without feeling any pleasure. It was like they belonged to someone else. Which they did; they belonged to your Dragon. That never felt more real than when you'd been stung with the scepter.
You shuddered remembering that night when your Dragon gave punishments for the day. Thinking about it made you want to break Rule 1, so you called Lexi over instead. She was too thin anyway.
Lexi walked over, nearly tripping in her haste. "Yes Mama?"
"Come have a snack, baby, you're too thin. Take your time now, Mama wants to relax."
Lexi knelt and ducked under your skirt. She placed the tip of your princess part in her mouth and began to suckle softly. You daydreamed about the day you got punished, and wondered how many spankings the girls would have to earn for you to get another punishment like that.
You watched the girls play, not really paying attention. You noticed Petra spooning Eden while they lay on the floor, but their skirts covered them properly so you didn't think anything of it, except that Eden was quick to forgive. Then Petra jerked and gasped, and you realized what had just happened.
You heaved yourself up and strode over, flipping up Petra's skirt just in time to see her princess part slipping out of Eden.
"Petra! Did you break Rule 7?"
"Sorry Mama, I didn't realize I was even close," she said, and it sounded sincere.
Cerise muttered, "Yeah, you thought you could make Eden release accidentally instead."
Your eyes narrowed. "Is that true?"
Petra looked away.
"You -- you! You said you wanted to make it up to me!" Eden looked outraged, but her voice sounded too breathy for that to be the case.
You sighed. "This morning I hoped we could make it until our Dragon's return, and then I hoped we could make it to the end of the day, but I think afternoon spankings are in order. Petra and Eden, go put on your spanking dresses. Anna, Penelope, Hailey, you too, let's get them all out of the way."
The four girls left the room in a row. Eden brought up the rear, still flushed and breathing quickly.
Chapter 3
Summary:
CW: punishment, spanking, pain play
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You and the other girls adjourned to the spanking room. The girls helped you into the Mama's chair and took their seats in the pews to your right. You pressed the button on the side of your chair and the kneeling bench unfolded next to your knee and across your lap. You were grateful for the kneeling bench in that moment, because spanking a girl across your knee would have been impossible with your belly still swollen with eggs.
The five girls filed back into the room, wearing their spanking dresses. Unlike their everyday ankle-length chemise and dress, these were skin-tight, restrictive, and ended at the knee. Walking in them was a tedious task, as you knew well.
You called Anna up first: her infraction, moaning indecorously, was the least severe. She struggled up to the bench and used the handholds to shift herself to a kneeling position, then lay down over your knees. You took the paddle from its hook, and swatted her across one cheek, then the other.
After only a few swats, the red seat of the dress turned pink. You did a few more lighter swats, and it turned yellow. A few more, and it turned green. You set the paddle down, and patted her gently on the shoulder. She pulled herself up to her knees, blushing. You kissed her and praised her, and she joined the other girls in the pews.
Hailey was next: her spanking was much the same. Her infraction was releasing without permission, but it was by accident during practice: an expected mistake.
Penelope sulked as she came up. She knew better than to bite you while you were feeding her. Though there was no rule against it, you were the mama princess and could spank for any reason.
You called up Eden next, and she knelt. As you did with the other girls, you asked her to tell you what rules she broke to earn her spanking.
"Rule 2, always speak and move quietly, smoothly, and with dignity. Rule 7, never release without Mama or Dragon's touch."
"And?"
"Rule 8, never trick, pressure, encourage, or help other girls to break the rules -- but I didn't know that was going to happen!"
"Eden, you know that doesn't matter, does it?"
"No, Mama," she mumbled, lying down on the bench over your lap.
The red on her seat took longer than you expected to turn pink, then yellow, and green. You patted her, and she leaned up on her knees with her face flushed and eyes sparkling. You took a moment to admire her arousal, her hard nipples and firm princess part showing plainly through the clingy dress. You stroked a hand across her breasts and her mouth fell open slightly, but no sound came out.
"You're a good girl, Eden. If there are no more infractions tonight, I'll sting you after dinner. I might even let you use Petra's circlet to have a release."
Eden's hands flew up to cover her mouth, and then she pulled them back and whispered, "Thank you, Mama."
Petra tried and failed to look tough as she hobbled over and knelt on the bench.
"What rules did you break to earn your spanking, Petra?"
"Rule 8, never trick, pressure, encourage, or help other girls to break the rules. Rule 2, always speak and move quietly, smoothly, and with dignity. Rule 7, never release without Mama or Dragon's touch."
"And Rule 4, go on."
"Rule 4, maintain modesty outside of the bed and bath," she rattled off. "Wait, you mean just then? But Eden was immodest too and didn't get punished!"
"And Rule 5," you continued.
"Rule 5, accept your punishments and rewards with equal grace, but that's not fair either!" she cried. "Eden protested both times!"
"And Rule 0."
"Rule 0, trust your Mama and your Dragon over yourself," she muttered, calming down and looking ashamed.
"You broke six rules today and it is not even dinnertime. Perhaps you should be sent to bed without dinner."
All the girls on the pews beside you tensed up. They were silent, but the creaking of the wood alerted you, and you glanced over. Their faces looked worried, even Eden's; all but Lexi, who noticed the tension and looked confused. You looked back to Petra, who looked nearly terrified.
"No, Mama, please!" she begged in a whisper.
You knew what going without dinner meant. Enough hours without being fed, and the most desperate craving set in. It was not like being hungry: it was like needing to breathe. It was like having your skin set on fire but nothing could put it out. It was an awful headache that filled your whole body. It reduced you to a blubbering mess who couldn't think, could hardly move.
None of the mama princesses had managed to do more than give someone dinner late. You had no intention of breaking the record 3 hour delay, much less following through on that threat.
"Well, I expect perfect behavior for the rest of the night."
"Yes, Mama."
You pulled her down onto the bench and began to spank her. It took a long time for the red to turn pink -- so long that you called for a volunteer to give your arm a break. Cerise, Donna-Marie, and Hailey all took a turn, and finally it turned pink. You took the paddle back and did the ramp-down to yellow and green.
Finally you patted her shoulder, and she knelt up. Her face was streaked with tears, and her lip quivered; you felt proud of her for crying silently. Her nipples were erect and her princess part had leaked a large wet patch onto her dress. You reached out and ran a finger down the outline of her very firm, very wet princess part, and she looked down and blushed.
"You're a good girl Petra, and I know you're going to do better. Yes?"
"Yes, Mama."
The girls were all angels for the rest of the night, even Petra. Dinner went smoothly, the girls all waiting patiently and suckling gratefully when their turn came. You patted your belly with relief -- it was now half the size it was this morning.
Lexi finished last, and once she emerged from under your skirt, she cuddled close to your legs. After a moment, she asked if you were going to have movie night again.
You considered. "No, I think we need something a little different tonight. Girls? Let's get ready for bed early. We're having a sleepover!"
Soon the girls had undressed you and you had climbed in bed. Lexi was the first of the girls to come in -- you smiled to yourself seeing her wear her chemise until she was actually on the bed, then remove it and place it next to the bed. You were amused that she was being so cautious about following Rule 4.
She scooted under the covers with you, and you pulled her close. She pressed up against you and you stroked her hair.
One by one the other girls came in, most of them darting in already naked, some of them doffing their chemise at the chair next to the door. They all climbed in the massive bed and looked at you expectantly, quiet. Such good girls.
You lifted your scepter from the ledge behind you. "Eden, come here."
She quickly crawled over, and you stung her with the antidote, and then stroked her princess part. She looked relieved. "I can feel it now!"
"Would you like to use Petra's circlet to have a release, baby?"
"Yes, please Mama."
"Petra, present. Eden, sit between my legs, baby."
Eden sat between your legs, and you leaned forward, wrapping your arms around her and stroking her princess part slowly, but very firmly.
Sulking, Petra crawled out from under the covers, turned her back to Eden, and pressed her shoulders to the bed. Petra completed the pose by pulling her cheeks open, which made her give a smothered yelp. Eden stroked Petra's hindquarters, then slipped a finger into Petra's circlet. You continued stroking Eden until she suddenly knelt up and then looked at you.
You smiled and took hold of her princess part, adjusting the angle, and she pressed forward into Petra as you held her steady. You let go when she was half deep, and she slammed in the remaining distance, making Petra cry out at the hard contact with her bruises.
"Eden! Rule 8! That's a spanking."
Eden didn't look sorry, but didn't slam in like that again either. You all watched and listened in silence as Eden held Petra's hips and thrust into her over and over. Eden grabbed Petra's hair and pulled her head back until Petra lifted to her hands and knees, and then Eden leaned forward over Petra and grabbed hold of Petra's breasts as she fiercely rutted. Petra panted quietly, just below the threshold of permitted noise. Eden pinched Petra's nipples and bit her back, turning Petra's face into a riot of unuttered sounds. Finally, Eden released, and as she did, Petra did also.
Dutifully, you scolded her. "Petra, I'm sorry baby, but you did not have permission to release, you'll need a spanking. It can wait until tomorrow."
Petra looked shocked, glancing down at herself and the cloth you'd placed below her. It had already absorbed the fluid, but she followed Rule 0 and trusted you.
"I'm sorry, Mama."
You patted her forgivingly, then wiped both of them clean. You threw the cloths to the floor, where they were eaten by the mechanical pet that lived under the bed.
"Are you satisfied, Eden?"
Eden smiled, watching Petra's wincing movements before climbing under the covers herself. "I am, thank you Mama."
"Who would like to offer her circlet?"
Several hands were raised. You chose Cerise.
"And who would like to have a release inside Cerise?"
More hands were raised, including Hailey, who had never volunteered for this part. You felt proud of her, and called her up, stroking her and inserting her princess part into Cerise, after making sure that Hailey warmed her up properly. You guided Hailey through splitting her focus between her own pleasure and Cerise's.
Next was Anna and Donna-Marie, who joined the same way they always did, with Donna-Marie sitting on Anna's lap. You stroked Donna-Marie as they wrapped their arms around each other and kissed, and they both had a release.
Penelope and Shannon took turns stimulating each other, in quite a few different poses. They were always entertaining to watch when they got paired up, because they were both competitive over how long they could keep from releasing. Finally you had them pose topsy-turvy with their princess part in the other one's mouth, and told them to release within 30 seconds or not at all. It took them each less than 10.
That left just little Lexi. You asked her who she would like to have a release with, and she leaned over to whisper in your ear, "Petra." You asked if she wanted to be inside Petra or wanted Petra inside her, and she chose the latter.
You called Petra up and took pity on her, stinging her with the antidote and stroking sensation back into her princess part.
"Thank you, Mama," she whimpered. You had her sit (she winced) and had Lexi sit on her lap facing you. You held her hands as she slowly impaled herself on Petra, and then you ran your hands over her breasts and princess part as Petra lifted her up slightly and let her fall down again in tiny strokes. Lexi forgot herself and moaned, and you put your hand over her mouth to stop her.
"I'm sorry baby, but you'll need a spanking tomorrow. Also for yelping yesterday, which I forgot." You hadn't forgotten, you just didn't want to spank her. But now you really had to follow through.
She looked a little scared, but her princess part went immediately very firm, and you felt better about needing to spank her. In fact you wanted to do it now.
"It won't be that bad baby, want me to show you?"
She nodded, and you slapped her inner thigh hard. She immediately released with a little cry, and Petra followed quickly behind.
"That's okay baby, you'll be fine." You smirked and thought to yourself that she would be more than fine.
You gave permission to all of them to have as many releases as they liked, as long as they didn't break Rule 2.
Then you took Lexi for yourself, telling her to lay down and spooning her. You rubbed her circlet with the tip of your princess part, dripping with eagerness to be inside her. She was just so sweet, and good, and you wanted to fill her up. She eventually pushed back just a little, and you considered breaking Rule 8 yourself and tempting her to get lewd in her motions, but you resisted.
Instead, you slid inside her tight circlet, slowly because this time she hadn't been stretched by four other girls first. She was so tight. You advanced, inch by inch, until your full length was inside her, and you sighed with satisfaction.
You held a hand over her mouth to keep her from forgetting and earning more paddling, and you experimented. You pinched, slapped, and scratched her in different places, measuring her reaction by how much she tightened around your princess part, and how much her little chest heaved. You didn't thrust into her. Not yet.
She clenched hardest around you when you were rough with her little breasts. You pinched them repeatedly and her body shook with reaction. Eventually she reached up and tapped your hand over her mouth. You pulled your hand away, curious.
"Mama, will you please, um, please?"
"Please what, baby?"
"Please um, release inside me? Please mama?"
You suddenly realized you'd been giving her double since she arrived, and that wasn't fair to the other girls. You decided not to release inside her, but to have some fun with her anyway.
"If you can make Mama release with your movements, then yes."
She froze for a second, confused. "Would I need a spanking for that?"
"No baby, not when it's an offer from Mama. You still need to obey Rule 2 though."
She clumsily slid back and forth on your princess part, trying not to gasp. You lay still and let her have her try for a few minutes.
One of the girls came up asking for milkies, and you adjusted positions so that you were laying on your back, with Lexi straddling you, facing you. She valiantly slid up and down, while you gave one girl and then another milkies, stroking their hair as they nursed. Her legs started shaking, and her princess part was dripping and twitching with every stroke, but she was so determined to give you a release. She had stopped and restarted several times while all of the girls had their turn at your breasts. You gently stroked her needy part, touched at her efforts.
Then she startled you, leaning forward and taking one of your breasts in her mouth. You thought she was going to suckle, but instead she bit your nipple, while pinching the other one. All the buildup followed by surprising pain took you over the edge, and you released with a loud cry. As you filled her up, you squeezed her princess part, dragging her over the edge with you as she cried out but was muffled by your breast.
You pulled her off your breast. "Naughty girl! You broke Rule 8!"
"Sorry Mama, I just wanted to give you a release," she whimpered, nuzzling you as she shuddered with aftershocks.
"You're forgiven, but you do need a spanking."
"I know," she whispered, and you felt her smile against your chest.
You shook your head. She'd clearly learned something about herself tonight. You hoped your experimentation hadn't created another Petra.
Chapter 4
Summary:
content warning: somnophilia, noncon body mods and drugs (throughout the story but it gets explicit here) pain play (click for specifics)
Impact, wax, rubber bands, sensory (capsaicin basically), endurance
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I watched you drift off, possessively clinging to Lexi like a comfort object. I was so pleased that I'd found a good match for you. She was perfect. You're more of a top than a bottom but you like a little push back. I can't wait to see it develop further; that bite on your nipple was delicious.
I surveyed my little princesses sleeping all a-tangle in the royal bed. Penelope and Shannon, Anna and Donna-Marie, Petra and Eden, Cerise and Hailey, Lexi and you. I think I'll wait a little longer before dropping another princess-in-training into the mix. Lexi was a balance: the next will be an imbalance.
I think I'll make Petra the next mama princess. Eden has a masochist streak that is just starting to show, and Petra will certainly bring it out more, given how she pushed Eden into a spanking and a sting today. She is always so aroused watching Eden get punished -- I'm not surprised she accidentally released while trying to force Eden into additional punishment.
You did so well at being my little mama princess. You were fair and kind. You remembered all the rituals and followed all the rules. You couldn't have done better if you'd known your Dragon was here, watching.
I slipped a vine into your mouth, and you suckled automatically in your sleep. I let some sap flow into your mouth, and you swallowed, slipping into a deeper sleep. Precious. I sprinkled pollen over the other princesses, and they breathed in a deeper sleep. They'd already had their evening milk, but you do get loud when I use you, and they need their rest.
I uncurled your fingers, hands, arms, from around Lexi, and pulled you gently to myself. Cradling you in the vines that you adorably call my tails, I watched you sleep, and added a euphoriant to the sap you were suckling.
I stroked your nude body with many vines, teasing your soft, puffy nipples, your full breasts, your round, distended belly, your plush thighs, your soft bottom. You moaned around the vine in your mouth and reached for me, and I put vines in each of your hands. You gripped them and held on, writhing and making the most adorable frustrated faces. I wrapped up your princess part in my vines and stroked it, and your mouth dropped open as your face went slack.
I stroked my vine on your tongue and you began to suckle again, more fiercely than before. I bared my core and pulled you close, pressing your princess part, belly, and breasts to myself. I gently rubbed your body on my core, holding your legs and arms out to the side. You whimpered and tried to nuzzle your face on me as I pressed you to me. You're always such a sweet thing, especially when you're asleep.
I put a vine inside you and rocked your body gently against me as I slid it inside, further and further, exploring the maze I'd made for myself and pressing on various pleasure buttons along the way. Finally my vine reached your egg pouch, and I wriggled it among them. The soft oval spheres bumped chaotically against the walls of the egg pouch I'd designed, each gentle collision against the ridged walls sending a ripple of ecstasy through your body.
You screamed, overloaded with sensation, and I chuckled, thinking to myself it was a good thing I'd dusted the other little ones with sleeping pollen.
Finally, you spasmed as you released on my core, limbs held helplessly away as your shoulders jolted and your hips bucked. I pulled you away and cleaned you up. I didn't want you to fret when you woke up, thinking you had released in your sleep. That would be breaking Rule 7, since you had no way of knowing that your Dragon was present, and you certainly weren't present for it.
I tucked you back in around Lexi. You had a big day coming up! I wrote you a note and rolled it into a scroll to indicate that it had been delivered by pigeon.
You woke up, found the note, and read it, blushing. You gave the girls their breakfasts, once again reading them sapphic erotica. They were all good girls, though Lexi suckled you so slowly and gently I thought you were going to scold her. Instead you reached under your skirts and stroked her head gently as you read with an increasingly wavering voice.
Finally you came in her mouth and nearly collapsed, twitching as she kept suckling, pulling every errant drop into her mouth until you pushed her away and snapped her name. She crawled out from under your skirts, flushed and almost as sweaty as you. She stumbled, dizzy from lack of air.
"Can I have a kiss, Mama?" she pleaded.
You took her face in your hands and plunged your tongue into her mouth with all the urgency of the half hour she spent edging you, enjoying the taste of you that saturated her mouth. She kissed you back, climbing into your lap and pressing herself against your now just slightly rounded stomach. You moaned, just quiet enough for her to hear. She put a hand down your bodice and you suddenly remembered yourself and grabbed her wrist.
"It's lesson time, we're already late because you took so long to eat." Your tone was sharp but your eyes were still languid. She resisted your push for a moment, then sighed and let you push her off of you.
You had the girls undressed and waiting on their beds quickly, almost on time.
"Since some of you are having difficulty controlling yourself when things get a little rough, we will be doing some pain training today."
Some of the girls looked a little excited but most looked nervous.
"I paired you based on a note the Dragon left for me," you lied. "Petra and Penelope, Eden and Shannon, Anna and Cerise, Donna-Marie and Hailey, and Lexi with me. Now line up so I can give you each a jewel for your circlet."
The girls lined up and came up one by one, kneeling on the wide armrest of the Mama chair as you slid a plug inside each one. They each climbed down with a large gemstone sparkling between their cheeks.
"The Dragon also assigned a specific stimuli to each of you," you lied further. I smirked to myself at your invocation of my name to dodge complaint.
"Petra and Penelope, you'll be using stinging floggers. Eden and Shannon, you'll be using rubber bands. Anna and Cerise will use wax, Donna-Marie and Hailey will use thuddy rope coils. And Lexi I will leave as a surprise, since I'll be doing her last. You may decide among yourselves who will be tested first -- if you can't decide, I will."
Once they told you of their choices, you turned on all of their jewels. I suppose you thought you didn't need training in this particular department. I'll have to disabuse you of that notion when I "come home."
You set Lexi into the Mama chair and latched her hands and feet into place so that you didn't need to watch her as you instructed the other girls. You had to leave her alone while you made your rounds, but she wasn't unhappy to be strapped into place. She leaned forward to try to kiss you again, but you stepped away.
Petra, Eden, Anna, and Hailey began using the various implements you'd assigned them.
You adjusted Hailey's technique, reminding her to avoid the neck and the lower back. Donna-Marie looked content as Hailey stroked her and hit her with the coils. You took notes, as I'd taught you, and I peered over your shoulder to read them as you inspected each pair.
"Donna-Marie endures thuddy without difficulty. She may need to be tested with sharper pain."
"Cerise is gasping with every drop of wax, temperature play is an excellent test for her. I told her she will need a spanking, but she can't stop herself from making some kind of noise."
"Shannon is crying after only a little play with the rubber bands. I instructed Eden to go slower and reminded her not to use them on places that will show in her dress. Princesses don't have vulgar public marks of play."
"Penelope was hissing with each stroke of the rubber thread flogger, and brazenly humping the bed! I informed her about a spanking and she said 'worth it' so I stung her with the scepter. She stopped humping once she couldn't feel it."
After making a few rounds, you ordered them to switch. You smiled to yourself at all the dripping princess parts as the bottoms became the tops.
"Hailey handles thuddy surprisingly poorly, or perhaps with intense arousal. She was biting the pillow to keep from screaming. I praised her and motioned to Donna-Marie to take it a little easier. She's still new."
"Anna is a bit more calm than Cerise was but is still responding strongly to wax play. It might be a good training idea to pair them in a competition?"
I liked that idea. Clever little mama.
"Eden is being whiny about the rubber bands, so I told Shannon to stretch them a little more. She is perfectly capable of handling this. Shannon obeyed me -- Eden will have some lasting welts."
"Petra is having a surprising amount of difficulty with the stingy flogger. Her princess parts weren't reacting at all the way I expected, so I had Penelope switch to a wide paddle and that did the trick."
I was so proud of you for pivoting in the moment! That was an excellent adjustment.
Once the timer went off for that round, you had them clean up and put the toys away, then return to you. Hailey had an unexpected release during her time under Donna-Marie's work, but quickly cleaned it up and returned with the others.
You unstrapped Lexi from the Mama chair and had her stand with the others.
"Your test will be last, but know that it's coming."
She nodded, shifting from foot to foot as her princess part betrayed her excitement.
You handed a large book to each of them, and placed high heels in front of them.
"Time for posture training, girls."
Eden whined, "but I thought today was just pain training."
"This is pain training, little one. Each of you must walk the length of this room in those heels, balancing the book on your head, while the others stand and wait."
There were some grumbles, but you couldn't tell who it came from. I noted that it was Eden and Penelope.
When Eden began her walk, taking long strides and clearly thinking she would get this easily, I increased the vibration of her jewel and she startled and dropped her book. She glared back at you, but you just looked confused. She tried again, and I changed the pattern of vibration. She dropped again and exclaimed that it wasn't fair.
"You have the same chance as anyone else!" you remarked, unaware of my little game.
I made her drop it again. And again. And on the sixth try, she managed to ignore changes in vibration and pattern, and made it across the room, though not without some wavering.
I played the same game with Penelope, who had a look of realization dawn on her pretty face as she realized why Eden had struggled so much. I let the other girls make it across without interference, and they all breathed a sigh of relief when Lexi, the last, made it across.
I think you were as surprised as I was that only Hailey had had a release so far. You paired them back up and told them to pinch and slap each other -- on the torso only -- until one of the pair released.
Anna burst out, "but then we'll get a spanking!"
You nodded. "Sometimes training needs to be competitive. Princesses often have to be the most composed sophont in a room. Your goal is to give the girl across from you pain in a way that makes her release, while holding back your own. Once one of you has one, the other may have one without punishment."
"Now Lexi, come here."
She obediently walked over. Smiling, you grasped her princess part and stroked, then turned her around and bent her over. She gasped, nearly soundlessly, as you worked the plug out of her. You slid a soft syringe into her hole and depressed the plunger, then plugged her again and turned the vibration up. Reaching between her legs, you stroked her princess part slowly, and waited.
She gasped loudly and almost jerked her part out of your eager fingers.
"It burns! It burns!" she whispered urgently.
With your hand on her upper back, you pushed her back down and began stroking her again. "Shhh, it can't actually hurt you baby. It's your Dragon's blood, it's healing and nourishing."
"It does hurt!" she begged. "It really burns! Please make it stop, Mama, please!"
"It will only burn for a little while baby, you can take it for a little while, right? For Mama? You can be a good little princess for me?"
Crying quietly, she nodded, and you turned up the vibration more.
"No, Mama, that makes it worse!" she sobbed.
"Shhh, it's okay baby, let it move through you," you murmured. "Here, come sit on Mama's lap."
You tugged her towards you, directing her with her hips, and she followed, not really thinking. She whimpered when she sat, but nestled into you and when you slid two fingers into her mouth, she suckled them. You smiled down at her tear streaked face and stroked her princess part as she gently pushed it into your hand.
Once again you didn't scold her for breaking Rule 2. You'll be punished for that tomorrow. A good Mama doesn't show favoritism with the rules. You can play with her all you like, but you mustn't ignore the rules.
"Please," she whimpered plaintively, "may I release, Mama?"
"Not yet baby, I want to see what you can take."
You turned up the vibration to full intensity and took her small breasts in your hands. She whined softly when you let go of her twitching princess part, and whined louder when you pinched her nipples. You slowly increased the intensity until you were gripping them in a vise, and she was bucking her hips fruitlessly and sobbing. You didn't let go until she released.
It wasn't until then that you realized that all the other girls had finished their competitions and sat watching you, some of them twitching occasionally at the vibrations inside them. I could almost see the realization break over you that you had all of the jewels synched, and the other girls had been suddenly set to high intensity as well. You fumbled to turn all of them off.
I waited eagerly to see how you would manage this moment.
"Girls, I must apologize, Lexi distracted me from you."
Lexi whispered, "sorry Mama." You patted her.
"Please tell me who released first, in each pair."
As if with one mind, all the girls pointed to the other one of the pair.
"One of each pair is lying! Confess now and I'll go easy on your punishment."
The girls were silent.
"Very well. I shall have to cancel today's outing."
A clamour of dissent rose from the girls.
"Girls! Hush! Such unprincessly behavior. I will give you one more chance to tell the truth. Who released first?"
All the pairs changed their answer, except Petra and Penelope. You glared at them, and finally Penelope pointed to herself.
"Penelope, Eden, Cerise, and Donna-Marie, you not only released first, which could have been forgiven, but then you lied about it and nearly caused your partner to have an unearned punishment. You will play the role of maids for our outing and you will serve the one you lied about. You will only receive a treat at the mercy of your princess."
You turned to Lexi. "And because you distracted me, you will be my maid for the outing, and will receive a treat only if you please me.
Lexi nodded, smiling hopefully.
"To the bathing chamber, girls. Maids, wash yourselves quickly and then wash your princess."
I watched with amusement as you "punished" Lexi for behavior that you caused. Once again she didn't seem to mind, cheerfully and quickly scrubbing herself and then washing you with unmatched reverence. The extra meals you just couldn't help giving her had set off a profound effect, not just on her body but on her mind. She was falling for you.
The additional, extra-potent bonding compound that you'd unknowingly squirted into her had made its way into her bloodstream and she couldn't help but kiss your limbs occasionally as she washed them. She moaned when you turned over and she began washing your torso. Her eyes were fully dilated and she panted as she washed your breasts and belly.
By the time she touched your princess part she was murmuring "Mama mama mama mama mama," with little breathy half-sobs. She might even continue calling you that after learning your name, and learning to call another princess "Mama." You stroked her head affectionately.
Once the princesses were all washed, the maids hastily readied themselves, dressing in their clingy minidresses and lace aprons, their ruffled wrist-cuff white gloves and their thigh-high stockings. They pinned up their hair in tight buns and tied on their pearl-crocheted juliet caps.
Then the maids helped the princesses into their chemises, their petticoats, their ankle-length dresses and elbow-length matching gloves. They braided their hair into the styles requested, clasped necklaces below the jeweled collars, slipped earrings in the princesses ears. Then they stepped aside, and you placed a tiara on the other princesses' heads before setting the mama princess tiara onto your own.
Finally, you gathered them all into the exit hall, circling around the door set into the floor.
Chapter 5
Notes:
Cw: mention of diapers on side characters
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The suit of armor in the corner rattled to life, and it bowed to the princesses and you before heading to the hatch. It asked the ritual question in the creaking voice that I'd programmed for it.
"Has the Dragon allowed for an outing, your Highness?"
"Yes, sir Knight."
"Who is permitted to exit the tower for this outing, your Highness?"
"Octavia, Petra, Penelope, Eden, Shannon, Anna, Cerise, Donna-Marie, Hailey, and Lexi, sir Knight."
"Very good, Your Highness. I shall attend you."
The Knight opened the hatch, and an elevator room rose in its place. The walls were hollow, with curls of metal filigree enclosing the space. As you and the others filed in, I thought to myself that soon I may need a larger elevator. The thought made my vines curl and I nearly canceled the outing to enjoy my treasure at home, but looking at all of your happy little faces, I couldn't.
The elevator descended through the glass tower as you all gazed out. You beamed as Lexi clutched you tightly. You were just radiant at her love and trust, and I resolved to give her an extra dose when she next slept, just to keep that joy fresh.
Lexi unconsciously nuzzled at your breasts as she held on to you, her eyes closed in bliss and comfort, and I watched your gown darken in two circles as your milk let down in response. You didn't notice, because her hand was rubbing your gown over your princess part. You closed your eyes and squeezed her close, biting your lip.
The nearing-a-stop chime sounded, and you straightened up, pushing her gently away from you and folding your gloved hands in front of you. She blushed and did the same.
The Knight lead you from the tower in two straight lines, as I watched you from the sensors installed all over its body. You strode evenly, head held high, the other girls taking their cue from you.
You strode down the promenade, but didn't get far before a cry rang out, "look, the Princesses are here, Mommy!"
Soon all of you were swarmed with littles who wanted to take their photo with you, ask what it was like living in the tower, ask for your autograph. I was pleased with the decorum all of you displayed, taking your cues from the littles' affini and giving vague or specific answers based on the what the little was allowed to know.
After the photos had been taken and autographs signed, I spoke from the Knight's speakers and informed the affini around that if their little floret was not permitted to know about sex, it was time to leave. A few gathered their littles in vines and left.
The Knight spoke again, in a language you understood. "Mama princess, you may give largess at this time. The Dragon will return to the tower this evening."
Petra and little Lexi helped you into the special throne that I'd installed in the village square for this purpose. Then the other princesses and their maids left in twos to do shopping, or get ice cream. Petra and Penelope went to the rock climbing gym. Lexi knelt beside you and looked longingly up at you.
You took a deep breath and made sure to project your voice as you announced, "I will now grant largesse to my subjects! Please line up to receive your blessing."
The first commoner in line was a floret in overalls and a colorful diaper, her hair in pigtails. She curtsied clumsily, and you gestured to her to come closer. She shyly walked up and knelt at your feet, and Lexi lifted your skirts just enough for her to duck under. The little suckled your princess part as you smiled at the others in line.
"Please sit, my darling subjects, and relax as you wait your turn!"
This broke the spell of rapt attention, and the littles began playing again as their affini held their spot in line. You got close, and with a push from your implant, you released early, surprising you. You maintained composure as you spilled into the little's mouth. She pulled back after swallowing and wobbled over to her affini, exclaiming, "Mommy, I feel funny!"
In between subjects, Lexi popped up and gave you water, kissing your hands as you took the glass from her. She lifted your skirt carefully to allow subjects to enter without displaying you immodestly. She watched your face with a mixture of awe and jealousy as you were suckled, and when you released, her whole body twitched. I think she would have released as well, if given any stimulation at all.
You gave to the next, and the next, with each little hurrying off afterward dosed by the xenodrug cocktail I'd designed on the spot and sent from your implant. One took two steps and fell over moaning, the friction of their diaper too much for them. They clutched it, whimpering, as their affini scooped them up and carried them off.
You dutifully gave to each supplicant, your belly shrinking to a very small bump. The last little who suckled you had to suck very hard, but eventually you released into his mouth as well.
The Knight stepped forward after that one and waved off the rest. "Mama princess has given all she can at this time. We thank you for being here and will be delighted to see you another day."
You were exhausted, sweaty, filthy under your skirts after hours of giving sup to so many sophonts. Lexi had tirelessly mopped your brow and fanned you, so you still looked mostly pristine. Except for your hair -- strands of it had escaped its braided updo and curled into tight spirals around your face, aided by the humidity of your sweat. I love this as evidence of your debauchery. I think I will add a tailored body modification xenodrug to the nourishment eggs so that all of you have this adorable tell.
You rose from your throne and stretched daintily. Lexi immediately began rubbing your silken shoulders, biting her lip and squirming as she ran her hands down your back along your spine. She rubbed your lower back, releasing a tension that made you close your eyes with pleasure. You murmured, "good girl, Lexi" and she moaned aloud, catching herself after half a second.
You took her hand and strolled to the edge of the square, looking out over the hedge at the shops. Then you paused.
You turned to the Knight and asked, "where are the girls, sir Knight?"
The Knight answered, "They went to the middles district, your Highness."
A look of consternation came over your face, and I knew what you were thinking.
Not again.
Last time the girls had snuck off to the middles district, Petra, Eden, and Shannon cornered an independent and convinced her to suck them off. They unknowingly dosed her with quite a lot of bonding xenodrugs, and she followed them all the way home. I didn't have the heart to deny her, so I named her Penelope, put her to sleep for a while, and implanted her before letting her wake up again. She woke up very confused and more than a little alarmed to be locked in a tower, among other things. But she adapted, of course.
The girls had been warned not to share their princess parts without permission, but they'd had that warning the first time, and had hoped they could get away with it. I could tell from their implants, of course, and could have stopped them, but we all enjoy the results of their misbehaving. Some more than others.
When you found them, you were relieved. The girls seemingly had had their fill of naughtiness; all were still appropriately dressed and relatively clean, and there were no dazed and clingy extras. You all returned to the tower with only a short detour for you to get Lexi a treat.
When you walked out of the exit hall, you stopped stock still, shocked to see my long body already coiled and curved around the open space of the main room where you all spent most of your time. You hastily curtsied and the others followed suit. I snaked out a few "tails" and wrapped one around each of your throats, pulling you closer to me.
You hastily spoke the ritual words, "We were good princesses in your absence, Dragon."
I puffed out heavy smoke, indicating disbelief, and pointed to the floor.
Penelope, Eden, Cerise, and Donna-Marie knelt quickly and made their confessions about lying. You clung to your favorite and said nothing.
I pointed to you, then to Lexi in your arms, and puffed a cloud of smoke laced with honesty and disinhibition xenodrugs in your face.
You trembled and dropped to your knees, letting go of Lexi. She looked worried.
With a guilty look, you hastily recited, "Mama princess is to be impartial to her little ones. They should be able to trust their Mama to feed them and love them and admonish them fairly."
Then you could only think of your greatest fear. "Am I going to... do I have to go to bed without supper?"
I puffed a little smoke, pretending to consider, then pulled Petra from her seat. I swapped out her tiara for yours, marking her as the new Mama princess.
I stroked Petra's back as I disrobed you. You blushed bright red. Everyone had seen you naked before, but you felt much more exposed as the others all sat in their chairs fully dressed.
I lifted you up and laid you on your belly on the table, then gently laid Petra on top of you. You could feel her hot breath on your neck, and her hard princess part pressing against you through her dress. She ground her hips against you.
I unraveled somewhat as I flowed forward towards the long wooden table. My grip remained steady around each of my princesses' necks, allowing me to feel their pulse and breathing quicken as I spread Petra's legs within her voluminous skirts, slithering part of my body underneath. She tilted her hips back, eager, and the motion lined up her princess part with the cleft in your shapely ass. You smothered a gasp.
I slipped the tip of my ovipositor graft inside Petra, and pumped a little slippery fluid in before I began pushing it in further. She twitched, but stayed silent. When I inserted myself further, she let out the tiniest whimper, and when I gently ejaculated the first egg, she whispered, "please."
I paused.
"Please may I rub against her?" Petra moaned.
You shook your head in a tiny, involuntary motion.
I nuzzled Petra's back, indicating approval.
You muffled a squeak of alarm as Petra began winching up her skirt. I helped her lift it enough that she could rub her princess part against your circlet, and she left her tip pressed against you as I stroked her part and the rest of her, twining vines around her whole body under her chemise. You felt her drip with arousal, heard her moan in your ear, as you laid there naked and untouched.
Petra gasped and writhed as much as she could in my grasp, rubbing against your circlet until you tried to open yourself and swallow her, but I had a firm grip on her everywhere and I held her away. I propped her up as her belly filled and her breasts grew tender, ripening for the milk that would come in later. She cried out in ecstasy as you smothered your own neediness, trying to be composed as she rutted against you.
I stroked her until she released, coating you in her fluid, and then I continued, pouring eggs and fluid inside Petra and bringing her to another climax. Once I finished, I plugged her and gently lifted her off of you, folding her into my chest.
I patted your back, above where you were streaked and dripping with Petra's emissions. You had been a good little mattress.
I scooped you up, careful not to dislodge any of the fluids on your body. As I carried you in outstretched vines in front of the rest, you closed your eyes in humiliation.
I pulled the other eight florets with us to the bath, tugging gently on their leashes. Petra was tucked next to my core, swollen and exhausted.
I set you on one of the ledges adjoining the rapidly filling bath, and withdrew Petra, who mewled as I unlaced her bodice, letting her now very sensitive breasts spring free. I finished undressing her and lowered her gently into the water, stroking her large, round belly and gently teasing her nipples. Then I unraveled some of my tail and quickly stripped the other princesses simultaneously, dipping them each into the water before lowering myself in.
This was one of my favorite activities: to soak with all of you as the pollen you'd collected drifted into the water. I'd siphon it out of the bathwater, and sometimes out of your little bodies. I stroked all of my princesses but you, licking the stickier pollen off of their skin, as they giggled or moaned and squirmed.
You lay there in the steamy humidity, waiting for Petra's fluid to dry, and pouting as you watched Lexi get teased by my vines.
I had stroked Eden all over, but I could still smell pollen on her. I slid a vine between her cheeks and into her circlet, and she squeaked and grabbed one of the handles around the massive bathtub as I went deeper and deeper. Her face flushed and she panted quietly. I wrapped another vine around her princess part, and she shuddered at the contact, but didn't push into it. Good girl. I had realized that the pollen was not deposited into this canal, but she was being so good that I curled a vine within her egg pouch. I stroked the sensitive sides of it until she released, her clear fluid rapidly sucked from the water by the vine I had around her.
She tasted like me. All my little ones taste like me.
As I withdrew from her circlet, I pressed another vine at her lips, and she obediently opened. I licked inside her mouth and her throat, rich with pollen, and down into her tiny, modified stomach, and sucked out some other little floret's cum, along with its owner's pollen. She choked and coughed around my vine, but didn't attempt to pull away. Finally I withdrew, satisfied that she was clean.
Eden always comes home with a stranger's cum in her. She does it for the inspections.
You had finally dried, and you tapped one of my vines tentatively. In response, I lowered you into the water and bathed you as well. When I finished, you immediately swam over to Lexi, who embraced you with a passionate kiss.
I watched, satisfied with this result of your time as Mama princess. I wrapped the pair of you in a vine and squeezed you both, injecting you with bonding and arousal xenodrugs. Delighted, I watched as you both grew frantic, your hand rubbing your little princess parts together until you both released. I drank of your urgent adoration for each other.
Eden was already suckling from one of Petra's breasts, while Cerise nursed the other. Petra's face was contorted with pain, but she gently stroked their hair until I forced them both to let go, removed them from the bath and dried them off. No sooner had they let go than Penelope and Donna-Marie took their place, and soon all of my little princesses had had their dose of sleep xenodrugs and been dried and put down for a nap, except Petra.
I dried her off, being extra gentle around her taut, full belly. I tenderly rubbed her belly and breasts with lotion dosed with sleep and sensation-altering xenodrugs, turning discomfort into pleasure, and she soon closed her eyes and fell asleep, but her body didn't. I continued until her princess part released, then cleaned her up and tucked her in. She's going to be a wonderful Mama princess, just like you.
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