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Cock Tease Princess Grows Up

What happens when the tease princess grows up? I know growing up an only daughter of upper-middle-class parents, I was certainly used to a certain lifestyle. I won’t say I was spoiled- we never had a maid or housekeeper or anything. I had to load and unload the dishwasher. I had to keep my GPA up and be home by curfew. Yes, my folks bought me my first car, but I had to work at the store my father owned every Saturday and during school vacations. So no, I wasn’t spoiled, but I was a princess (I still have the tiara my grandfather gave me when I became an official teenager!) Fast forward to being an official grown-up! 18 years old, and working for a bit more than minimum wage. I still liked being spoiled. Still qualified as a princess- not bratty, because you catch more flies with honey than with vinegar-but if I was unhappy, you’d know it!

Torment the Unworthy

This was about the time that I understood how much fun it was to tease little-dicked losers. Guys who had nothing substantial to offer me sexually still sought my company and my attention. I knew I didn’t want to be their “girlfriend” or even hook up with them, but some of them had decent personalities or were good for dinner and a movie. So, yeah, I let them hang around. Treated them an awful lot like one of the girls, though, running around in a towel getting ready to go out, sitting in a nightgown watching TV if it was late. Actions like this could have been construed as teasing, but frankly, I didn’t care. Their horniness wasn’t my responsibility, and if they couldn’t control their dick, that was their problem.
College brought a whole new awareness of my “powers” over men. I still wasn’t particularly bitchy or bratty though, although I certainly see merit in that type of personality, and sometimes wish I was bitchier than I am. I still had standards regarding the men I was intimate with, basically smart, good-looking, and well-hung. I won’t lie, sometimes dumb with a big dick worked for a fling, though. The other guys that flocked around my gal friends and myself? The ones who were less than stellar, still driving daddy’s car, not a whole lot to impress a lady except a good job and a desire to please? Those guys were relegated to the friend zone, although they were fun to tease. Called on for handyman help, or to pick up the tab at a bar… You get the idea…

From a Princess to a Goddess

So, now, a few (HA) years later. I still believe you catch more flies with honey. I do delight in being a cock tease just for kicks. I still like a well-hung man. I still like a guy to pick up the tab, send me flowers, ask me if I have a wish list, and I’m still relatively humble when you gift me with something. I’ll tell you this, though, I adore it when you are generous with your assets. I like being spoiled even though I don’t need to be. I’m still as wickedly sweet to you, rich or poor. But the men who make my life more sparkly, whether it is helping fund my animal rescue efforts, filling my gas tank, paying my yard guy, or surprising me with gifts sent to my door, y’all have got it right! You know how to treat me, without being asked, being told, being ordered. And that leads to my actual point. I was never a “bratty princess”, and I’m not a MILF, so what label applies here? Empress? Mistress? I answer to them all…does a Princess grow up to be a Queen? Perhaps that’s the case…but I am going to go with Goddess. That way you know that worshiping and adoring me is not only acceptable but expected!

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