Centered and Grounded


Fred deeply repented boxing his pet up without food, and tucked her in for the night with a sylph-sized canteen of water and two cookies. He pat her hair gently, then place the lid on the box. He lifted it up again.

“I’m not going to put a weight on it, I just think you’ll be warmer with the lid. You’ll warm up the air around you after a while.” He reminded her that she had a potty in her carrier, which was on the corner of the table, then closed the lid again.

She noshed and wrapped herself up in her fluffy blanket. It was very possible that Fred could be fashioned into a useful sort of owner.

And Mom seemed far more interested in her daughter’s life than in her son’s, so Princess might have a free hand in training him.

She wondered where her daughters were, but knew that plenty of people would be sure to take care of them.

And she idly wondered how her asshole ex-husband would react to the news of her sylphing. Probably poorly, once he learned how much of his company was now Charley’s. That happy thought made her smile until she was asleep.

The morning came, as did owner attention. She had woken at her usual time and climbed out of the box to use her potty. Fred’s alarm went off just as she stepped back out.

He slapped the clock into silence, then reached for the box. Princess smiled and snuck to the edge of the table. There was a coat crumpled against the leg of the table. She jumped and landed on that, sliding to the carpet.

“Princess?” he called upon finding the box empty. She ran under the table as he knocked on the carrier door. Then she was under his bed, listening to the bedsprings creak.

She waited, a few inches in under the bed. Eventually he leaned over the edge of the mattress and looked down. She was standing right where she’d been the last time he caught her.

“EEK!” she cried, turning to run from him. He caught her easily, sweeping her up into the air. The world spun crazily as he rolled onto his back, then she was dangling over his chest, looking into his eyes. “Hello, Master,” she said. “I mean, eek, put me down!”

He laughed. “If I put you down, will you be an obedient pet or do I need to punish you again?”

“It’s up to you, Master,” she said, “but I have to say I’m still quite scared of you.”

“Ah.” He threw back the covers and pulled down his shorts. She approached his cock from the side this time, offering a profile view of her ass and breasts. He smiled and cupped a hand around her.

Once more, his size and strength worked their magic on her. She wrapped her arms around him and squeezed, feeling the skin slide over his hardened core.

His hand pushed her in close, lifting her across his skin. She stopped pumping with her legs, merely enfolding him with them and holding on as he used her to masturbate with.

His power and sex both grounded and centered her. The whole universe at that moment was the giant phallus she was wrapped around. The purpose of the universe was the gentle but inescapable grip lifting and dropping her.

Princess gave herself up to Master’s pleasure and pleased herself, screaming her satisfaction to the universe.

Once more, he lifted her up before turning and enaculating onto his sheets. He relaxed, lowering his sylph to his face to kiss her gently on her face, on each breast, and turned her to lick her ass.

Then she was placed before the carrier. She watched as he collected clean clothes. He carried her up to the bathroom. He emptied her toilet and played life-guard during her shower, then showered and dressed.

Fred magnanimously gave her a matching set of bra and panties to wear for the day. He gave her a piece of his morning cereal at the table. He ordered his sylph to keep to his usual placemat so his mother and sister wouldn’t be infected. She returned his wink and nibbled at her candy-coated puffed wheat.





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Index

83. Learning Curves (N)

85. School