Princess


So we sat a lot of kids for a while. Seems every kid was demanding the ‘little electric woman’ come and entertain them. We had lots of work and lots of money.

Mrs. Branch didn’t hire us again for a while, though. Mom heard gossip that she was working too hard at keeping the company afloat after Mr. Branch ran off with some of the profits.

In fact, the next time she did hire us, it was because she had to stay at the business very late to oversee the preparations for a federal inspection of some kind.

She mentioned the agency when she left us that afternoon, but I had never heard of it before.

Electra SWORE that we’d covered it in government, but I think I’d remember a government agency with the letter ‘F’ in the acronym.

Every class clown lives for acronyms using an F. I’m certain I’d have made a vulgar comment. And since I don’t recall a vulgar comment, or being punished for making the class laugh, it must not have happened, right?

My sylph, stunned by the power of my logic, actually refused to talk to me until dinner. And even then it was only to ask if she had my permission to do a requested flip over Celia’s drinking cup.

I said yes, because I’m always magnanimous in victory.

Anyway, the kids were long abed and even my little Real Gymnast had stopped flipping around, before our client came home.

Once more she threw herself down into a chair, but she looked exhausted rather than drunk.

Electra had been worried she was going to get groped by the woman, so she started flipping around violently as soon as the front door opened.

Mrs. Branch watched contentedly for a while. “Must be nice,” she said wistfully.

“Owning a sylph?” I guessed.

“Being one,” she said in a soft voice. Electra nearly missed a step at that reply. Had we been wrong about her?

“No job, no payroll, no deadlines,” Mrs. Branch went on. “No intrusive government oversight. No private eyes tracking accounts.” She closed her eyes and smiled. “Just being yourself, and doing whatever your master tells you to do.”

“Um… Yeah,” I agreed with her. Electra came to the end of her routine and paused, poised on her toes.

Mrs. Branch opened her eyes and reached for the sylph. But she didn’t pick her up, just stroked the outside of one thigh with a manicured fingernail. “What DOES your master require of you, little sylph?”

I could see from Electra’s expression that she was thinking ‘this again.’

“I don’t do anything his Mom wouldn’t approve of, Mrs. Branch.”

“Call me Lindsey,” the woman said. “One gymnast to another.”

“Sure, Lindsey,” Electra said. “But anyway, his parents made sure that virgins remain virgins until high school is over. Even though we’re both 18.”

“Darn,” Mrs. Branch said. Her lip pouted out.

“Buuuut,” Electra said. Lindsey’s eyes widened. “Well, you’re about the same age as Mr. and Mrs. Loudon. They wouldn’t be quite so, you know, protective of you.”

“Really?” Lindsey smiled. “You think?”

“Oh, sure,” Electra said, walking backwards towards me. “If you sylphed, and Conrad found you? They’d probably just make sure he knew to feed you and exercise you and bathe you…”

“MMmmmm,” Lindsey hummed. She turned from Electra to me. “And what else would you do, Mr. Sylph Owner? If you had a mature woman as a pet?”

I could see she was feeling the burdens of being the grown-up, the parent, the boss. She wanted to be taken care of, pampered. I didn’t think she wanted to be exploited, maybe a respected or treasured gem.

“Well,” I took a risk, “Lindsey, you do look really beautiful when you’re all dressed up, so I’d keep you in pretty dresses.”

“He’d dress you!” Electra shouted. “You just sit there and he takes care of everything.”

“You’d play dress up with a little Lindsey doll?” She purred, I swear. “And to dress me up, you’d have to undress me, first?”

“Well, yeah,” I said. “Strip you naked, bathe you by hand, dry you off, then pick a pretty dress…”

“Stockings,” Electra added. “And lingerie, first.”

“Of course,” Lindsey said. She started toying with the neckline of her blouse.

“Oh, yeah, well, whatever was the right thing to do,” I said. “I haven’t got a lot of experience with such things, so I’d depend on your valuable expertise.”

“Very enlightened of you, Mr. Owner,” she said. “And what would you name me when you took me to the registry?”

At the time I’d named my own sylph, I remembered nothing but the name of a character from mythology. I thought of her, the original Electra, at that moment.

That’s when Electra, the sylph, and I both said, “Princess” at the same time. It seemed appropriate, her wanting to be a precious pet.

She smiled. “I could almost wish it had happened that way,” she said.

“Me, too,” I said. My voice was a little hoarse. I was way, way too excited to say much right then.

Mrs. Branch stood and lifted her purse. “What did we say, $30 bucks if I was home before midnight?”

“Yeah,” I said, still not standing. I started dismantling the gym, stacking the pieces. Electra grabbed them one at a time and stowed them beside the carrier.

Mrs. Branch put the money down on top of the carrier. Then she turned back to me. “Would you do me a favor, Conrad?”

“Uh, yeah?”

She lifted her hair up and turned her back. “Unzip me? It’s just a pain to do alone, and it’s so late…”

“Oh, sure,” I said. She wasn’t looking so I dared to stand, despite the bulge in my pants.

I pulled the zipper down an inch.

“All the way, Conrad, please?” she asked. I pulled it down further.

The zipper went down past the strap of her bra. It was a shiny turquoise. Swear to God, I never thought they came in any color but white.

I was staring when I realized she was still talking. “Huh?”

“The bra, Conrad. It’s almost as hard to undo as the shirt. I swear both of them were designed by men.”

“Um, okay.” I pulled at the strap and undid the hooks. My fingers touched her skin in a couple of places and it felt like she was on fire.

I tried not to let the elastic snap too quickly, easing it to the sides.

“Thank you,” she said. Then she turned to face me. With one swift, graceful movement, she brought her blouse and bra down to her waist.

Her breasts were large. Not unbelievably huge. Not Playmate enormous. But they were real. And RIGHT THERE. They poked out at me, perky breasts with erect nipples.

“Does owner approve?” she asked in a tiny voice.

“Yes, Mrs-“ I started to say.

“PRINCESS!” Electra shouted from the table.

“Princess,” I changed. “Yes, Princess, you’re very beautiful. Owner would approve.”

She smiled and stood there, breathing. I reached forward, staring, then looked up at her. “May I?”

“Of course,” she said. I touched the outer sides of her boobs, and the warmth was incredible. She was soft and smooth. The boobs were firm, like… I couldn’t think of anything like this.

I rubbed and squeezed and slid my thumbs over her nipples. She arched her back, hissing in between clenched teeth.

She started to back away. I thought I’d gone too far and lifted my hands clear. She grabbed the wrists and dragged me into the living room.

Princess sat at the couch, physically encouraging me to kneel at her feet. I fell between her legs and the boobs were there, just… Right there!

I licked one. I was tentative, half expecting a scream or a slap.

She just gave me the other breast. I licked at the nipple, sucking it into my mouth. Then I went from one to the other for a while, licking, sucking, half afraid to go on and half afraid to stop.

Eventually, she reached down to stroke my erection through my jeans. “Maybe we’d better take care of-“

Before she got that far, I came in my jeans. I fell back, twitching, laying on the floor. She slid down off the couch to kiss me, then stood up. She wrapped her blouse around herself.

“Well, you’d better be getting home,” she said.

“Yes, Mrs. Branch,” I said. I rolled slowly to all fours, then stood. She went upstairs, turning off lights as she went.



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Index

3. Diagnosis
5. Percentage