The first task

Let me tell you all about how I got to know about the The Princess and The Slut, the two "muses" that shared the body of the girl I had just started to date then.

Sometimes, when I'm away for a few days or at work, she surprises me by sending "treats" to my cellphone. Such pictures sometimes result from The Princess' personal initiative to grant me a gift, and sometimes from The Slut's dedication to fulfill some of my assignments. The last ones are usually challenges involving some degree of difficulty -- a certain part of the body has to be disclosed and the picture has to be taken at some particular (usually public) place. And The Slut, I have to say, loves a challenge. But there was this one day, in the very beginning of our relationship, when I made the mistake to challenge The Princess. 

Things then were not as clear as they are today -- I already suspected her to be a submissive, but I also noticed that something was different about this particular sub. So I decided to test my theory by giving her a task: It was a school day and I sent her a text message requesting a picture to be taken on the mirror of the lady's room at the University. For my distress, The Princess was the one to pick up the message (even though I was not aware of that then): She understood exactly what I meant, and she didn't say no -- but The Princess never takes orders. A few minutes later, this is what I got: 

On that moment the obvious truth hit me -- I was dealing with a "brat" sub, and a particularly petulant, cocky one. She did exactly what I told her to do, without actually doing what I wanted her to do -- with the bonus of defying me without breaking any rules. In other words, she got me good in my own game. 


It was my first time dealing with a brat, so we kept exchanging messages while I was thinking how to deal with her. And all of a sudden -- without any further influence of mine -- The Slut grabbed the phone. And this is what she sent me:  

So that's how it happened: I gave a task to ONE sub, but I was actually giving it to TWO very different ones. And each of them responded and fulfilled the task in her own way. And since then I have been dealing with an uncanny reality that I never saw myself into: Dating and taming two often-antagonic brats that inhabit one perfectly-shaped body. 

The Princess in her,The Slut in her,

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Transparency

This is one of my personal favorite self-taken pictures of The Princess -- I simply love her dressed in any kind of transparent clothing. Recently she started being tempted by The Slut to convince me to buy them both a "net", so that they can dress (?) more properly on our swing/sex club incursions. Little they both know that this picture already did the job long ago.  

The Princess in her,

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The slut within

Friend's birthday party. Lots of familiar faces around the room, but nothing of much interest going on. "I'm going to the toilet", I tell her, "and you're coming with me". The time had come to make that party actually fun.

The male toilet was empty, so I just picked a door and locked it behind us. I pushed her to the wall and opened my pants without saying anything else. She didn't  have to be told anything else -- she new exactly what was expected of her. 

The Princess then immediately dropped to her knees, willingly forfeiting all her majesty and letting The Slut take over. She fulfilled my expectations with professional precision, not stopping even when some guy came to use the toilet next to ours and pleasing me until I could not take it anymore. I filled her mouth with cum -- of which she proudly swallowed every single drop, as she always does.

The careful observer will also notice the bruise she bears on one of her breasts. This is just a routine label to remind the world that this one is, in fact, taken. 

The Slut in her,

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Potrait

Picture chosen from a self-made session, taken long before I found my Princess' lost crystal shoe on one of these stairways. And I mean self-made. Because the Princess doesn't need anyone else behind a camera in order to practice her beauty; or in order to practice her sexuality, for that matter.

And that's why I chose this gorgeous portrait to start this blog -- because it's truthful to her beauty, because it's sensual, because it's perfect. And because it's hers.     

The Princess in her,

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