#yesyourhighness

My girl shouldn’t ever carry a single thing. Only that pretty little ring on her finger. No doors should be touched, no laces should be tied, she deserves to be catered to 24/7

Femme that looks up at me with her big pretty doe eyes while I’m throat fucking her. I never let her look away from me. She knows what happens if she does

Thinking of the face she makes when I’m pounding her to the point she doesn’t remember where she is anymore

I wish I could just get paid to be my femmes chauffeur.

My femme is my princess. She never asks for a single thing, but whatever she desires, I’ll get it for her. Sad? Jealous? Mad? I’ll do anything to make her laugh. Flowers dying? Let me run to the store and make you a bouquet. Too tired to walk down the hall? Picking her up bride style.

I want to watch her in a way that’s almost perverted. Be there for every move, every eye twitch, every thought. I’m so obsessed with her I can’t even think straight when she looks at me. I don’t know how I’m ever gonna get anything done

Seeing her new dress wrap so tightly around her waist makes me jealous. The lace that gets to touch her ever so delicately. It makes me mad when I can’t constantly be all over her. Take the dress off. Be the thing holding her instead.