I want to remind the readers that I do not have multiple personality disorder. I, Carrie will narrate, and also portray my professional self as a Doctor, and my slutty self as Princess.
Princess Helps For Once
Hey Doc,
This subtitle is bullshit.
Thank you, Princess…
It’s been three weeks since my first night with college cutie, Amber, at the Sutherland Hotel. Having her know my and Kayla’s identities (somewhat) turned out to be a very good thing. She felt quite comfortable knowing we were a loving couple and that we are not just using her for our enjoyment, but rather using her enjoyment for our own. If that makes sense…
I have yet to reveal my true Carrie self. The four times we have since been together and fucked with my mistress, I have been full-on Princess all night long. Since we’ve been at Kayla‘s the last two times, sweet little Amber Panda has not asked any more deep questions about our relationship. (Other than two compliments about how cute we look together.)
Lusty little angel, she turned out to be.
And the girl can eat pussy. Miss calls her the Munch-Monster.
I’m at my own house today preparing for a very big event. My dog is coming home!
Yes, the divorce is finally settled, and Wesley lost on that part of the deal. Sparks and I have had three short visits during the negotiations. Seriously felt like supervised visits for a potential custody hearing. And I guess that’s what it was. The first one, he was jump-n-bark happy to see me, and I was near tears, ecstatic to feel his fur as we played with a ball and a stick in the park.
I had today off anyway, so it was all working out. I told Kayla that I would be happy to see her later tonight, but she would have to come by my place. I didn’t want to leave him alone in the house his first night back. She said she would check on me later and perhaps come by with a “little surprise.” I’m pretty sure she meant my pet/slave, Amber.
Not only have Princess and I come to an understanding about who owns Amber, but Miss has also made it very clear that she owns us both. Ownership is, of course, figurative and consensual, but I’m starting to understand why people in the lifestyle like the term so much. There’s immediate control, but also even more responsibility in the word.
And let me tell you, when you have a college girl with her face firmly planted between your legs, and your girlfriend is riding your own face, you forget there were ever penises in the world. Mostly….
The first time the threesome happened, I was in euphoric heaven, and Princess went all the way three times in a row over two minutes. Amber respectfully said she’d never seen anything like it. When she watched Miss pull my nipples during my last orgasm, the poor thing had her own without even touching herself.
We have become quite the trio.
Back to tonight, sorry for being distracted… I felt a butterfly unease, and not just over my good boy’s return. If Kayla brings Amber over this evening, the illusion of Princess may get lost. I don’t see how I can possibly be her with my dog in the house. Besides, her prep time is a good hour.
Worth it, bitches!
Maybe I should tell Kayla this is a bad idea; but then again, she likes to keep a mystery and I may be overthinking. After all, it was Amber who said the first time we were together, even before we fucked, that she could tell I was a “with it woman who was just putting on a persona.”
Maybe it was time to introduce her to that “with it woman”: Dr. Carrie, HO-BGYN.
Thank you, Princess.
You are welcome, Doctor slut.
I had on basic athletic wear and my best pair of running shoes. It was what I liked to wear when I took him for walks. I wanted everything to be as familiar as possible. I felt like a kid waiting for grandparents to come over when I heard tires crunch on the driveway and stop. I literally rushed out the door to see my sweet little beagle running right at me. He knocked me over and I could not have been happier. My ex-husband stood by and watched the delightful reunion. Tears formed in my eyes; Sparks was my family, and I was over the moon to welcome him home. I said nothing to Wesley, but simply nodded and headed into the house and closed the door on him. I didn’t know it, but that would be the last I ever saw of the man I’d given nine years of my life to. What a fucking waste.
(BTW, his new lover has dumped him already. She couldn’t take the “hassle of waiting for me to sign the papers.” Made me so happy.)
Sparks and I took the longer walk and a couple of my neighbors came out to say hello, delighted to see him back. He loved the park and the ball and the stick; and I loved having him with me. Unfortunately, not everything can be perfect.
The man that Princess had had in the hotel twice by orders of her mistress was there doing exactly the same thing. I thought for sure he lived in some other town. At least that’s what he told me. But there he was, holding the leash of a beautiful terrier. He froze and I froze. Maybe he wouldn’t recognize me. Maybe I’d get lucky and he wouldn’t make the connection. I broke eye contact and gave my attention back to my panting and playful pup. I tossed the ball, he raced away.
Luck sucked right now.
I felt his presence just a few feet away and he said quite softly, "Excuse me, are you Princess?"
I had a decision to make. Do I tell the truth and risk my identity being discovered? Do I lie and make him feel shitty for even thinking it? Or does Princess come in and take over?
Damn fucking right I do—get out of the way.
“That’s right, baby. I bet it’s weird seeing me dressed so normally. Let me tell you, the hot fuck you enjoyed at the hotel when you were cheating on your wife is still under these clothes.” Princess winked and squeezed both her tits. “Unfortunately, I’m not working it tonight." Princess stepped closer and looked left, then right. "So, you’re just gonna have to take your little puppy home and fuck the wife to get over that boner in your jogging shorts.”
To add punctuation, I took the fetching stick I was using and gave his obvious erection a light smack.
The poor guy literally jumped back, his face flushing red.
“I am so, so sor- I didn’t mean any- I will not tell anyone about this. You have my word.” His voice dropped to a scared, caught level. “Will you?”
"No guarantees, but you get whatchu give, Baby. Now, run along."
He stumbled away, pulling his reluctant dog behind him. Poor little thing just wanted some fun time in the park. And Tony, yes, Tony, was actually a nice guy and a really good time in bed. Maybe I was too quick on the draw to shut that down. I took a moment to breathe a sigh of relief, only to look down and see my sweet boy sitting with a ball-in-mouth, quizzical look. He didn’t know Princess and he could tell something was off. Carrie bent down and gave him a kiss on top of his head. “Time to go home, Buddy.”
On the way, my Miss/gf texted.
All good in puppy land?
Beautiful, right, a relief
Kiss emoji
Once home, I had a quick dinner and made sure he was comfortable. He curled up under the sideboard on a blanket I had laid. His favorite place. He looked so regal. Wesley and I had often joked that I was the chief resident, but Sparks was the head of the hospital.
About 9:00, he was sleeping next to me on the couch. The BritBox series I was watching was getting hard to follow. That usually meant I should shut it off and head to bed. My phone lit up. A message from Amber.
Will you be so kind as to open the back door? I am very cold.
What the hell?
I jumped up and headed into the kitchen. I checked first and there she was. Looking a bit concerned and a lot younger than nineteen. I flung the door open.
"What the heck? get in here." She breathed a thanks and stepped in. "What are...why are you here, Panda? This wasn't our deal." I was vocally halfway to Princess, but confusion blocked the route.
Amber looked around the kitchen and then turned back to me. Her gorgeous eyes were relieved and still cautious. She then unzipped her large hoodie and revealed that she was in nothing but heels and stay-up stockings. Her nipples were so hard they pointed 45° up. She dropped the sweatshirt on the floor and knelt on it. Why hadn't I thought of that? She looked down and spoke clearly but respectfully.
"I am here at the command of our mistress to serve you in whatever way you wish to use me."
Silence. Well, mostly.
Sparks was by the door to the living room, whining with curiosity. And my ears were filled with my own heartbeat.
"Sparks. Lie down." He obeyed, and I saw Amber smile softly.
"I see why you wanted him back. He's a cutie. Oh, sorry." She looked at my feet, her hands on her thighs like I had taught her.
This was not the first time I had marveled at her naive charm and youthful shyness. Hard to believe that she and Miss were only three years apart. Kayla had always felt older to me.
"First, okay, thanks. Second, she told you to come to my house?" Panda was silent. Princess was not. "Answer me, Pet."
"Yes, Miss. She wanted to have me available in case you needed to fuck; such a big day, of mixed emotions… her words."
"Okay...I guess I should be thankful. Um, wait there, Pet."
I stepped into the living room and texted my girlfriend.
This is awkward, WTF?
You like your surprise?
She will see my stuff. She will figure out who I am!
Spoiler: she already knows.
I froze for a second and looked into the kitchen. She remained naked on the floor. My phone rang. Miss.
"Don't freak out, Babe. It's cool. She heard you talking to the hospital once. She felt bad for not saying anything and confessed it to me last week when I had her in that really sexy stress pose."
I whispered, "The one with the bar?"
"Yep."
It was pretty sexy.
"I asked her to tell me a secret and I would let her cum. She said she knew you were a doctor. So, I decided to let her tell you but with a twist. Now you can be whoever you want: Doctor, Princess, or just you. I give you both permission to be whomever you want. But I would recommend using the little slut hard. She's up for it."
I took a deep breath. This was another new chapter. And honestly, it might save me some work. Putting on Princess could be exhausting sometimes.
Hey! Fuck You! I'm amazing!
Whatever.
“OK. I think I’ll just have a good time and worry about who I am after I have a few orgasms. But Kayla, you should’ve told me.”
There was a pause on the phone and I could tell she was taking a deep breath.
“I thought I was giving you a nice surprise, Carrie. I knew you were gonna see the ex dickhead. That always makes you feel restless. We can talk about this tomorrow. Go fuck that little slut.” Beep…
As I walked back into the kitchen, I noticed Amber was looking behind her. As soon as she saw me, she whipped her head forward and looked down at the floor. Her sub pony swished across her sexy shoulders. Submissive little Panda was ready.
I stood to her right; I could almost hear her heartbeat. I came down in a crouch and took her chin in my hand. I stared at her as if searching for some type of deception. When I saw genuine lust and fear, an amazingly arousing combination, I decided to trust my mistress and the situation.
“My name is Carrie. I’m a gynecologist. I’m a submissive to my girlfriend, Kayla, our mistress.” I paused; she shifted. I almost felt her arousal becoming more intense. I knew mine was. “For tonight, you are going to serve me like the fucking whore you are. Princess has the night off, so don’t fucking disappoint me.”
My head was spinning, and my heart was pounding. I had no idea where that all came from, but I felt Princess raise her eyebrows, take a bow, and go sit in the corner.
She’s all yours, Doctor.
“Crawl to the door. You see that leash hanging? Lock it onto your collar and hand me the other end and then follow me upstairs.”
She nodded and intended to obey. I grabbed her by the neck. Not with force and certainly not with any type of compression. Just to stop her and issue control.
“Pets don’t nod unless we’ve been told to be quiet. Do you have something you’d like to say?”
“Yes, Mistress. It will be an honor to have you lead me like the pet I am.”
“Fuck, yes, it’s an honor.” I let go of her, and she scampered towards the leash and followed my orders rather quickly. She stopped with her head looking at the floor and handed me the lead end.
I had a wave rush through my body of pure adrenaline fueled by a sudden completeness; a wholeness of who I am as a woman and sexual being. It was nearly orgasmic. Rather than take her upstairs, I untied my lounge pants and let them drop to the floor. I kicked them under the kitchen table. I took a step close enough to make my little pet panda shiver with excitement.
The power was … indescribable.
“Remove my panties with your teeth. I want them all the way down to the floor.”
“Yes, Mistress!” There was almost too much excitement in her voice. Goddamn, she was cute. She executed it perfectly. She even sat back up with my panties still in her mouth.
I took hold of them and pushed them inside her mouth; similar to something Kayla had done to me in one of our early sessions. This power was heading towards intoxicating.
For the first time since this all started, I didn’t question this lifestyle. I bathed in it, I drank it, I let it seep into all of me. Princess gave me a high five and a French kiss.
“Follow me. Don’t drop those.”
I led her out through the short hallway and past the living room. Poor little Sparks had the sweetest look of confusion on his face, the one dogs often get where their head tilts. I’m sure he was thinking. “Why was this human using one of my leashes?” Luckily, he stayed still and did not interrupt us.
I led my new slave up the stairs, shedding my shirt as I went. I threw it behind me, and it floated down the steps. Next came my bra, which I tossed behind. It perched on Amber's ass for a moment, and she moaned through my panties.
Once in the bedroom, I broke loose.
I sat on the edge of the bed, my legs spread, my entire sex wet and aching. There was a desperation in me that was unmatched to anything I had been through with my mistress. I was not in love with this young thing in front of me, but goddess, I was in lust. I yanked her forward with the leash, then grabbed her by the back of the head and shoved her into my cunt.
I held tight, almost too tight, but a part of me didn’t care. She had her safe words and knew that two slaps on my thigh meant she needed to quit. She didn’t. She went at it like a trooper. I was so close, with all the amazing emotions boiling up. I was in love with Kayla. I was in love with Princess, my other half. And I was in love with the concept of being a full-on lesbian. It was a pile of conviction stones that I stood upon and screamed out as I orgasmed thirty seconds later. And another one just two minutes in. Munch-monster was at her best.
I let her loose with a loud wet noise and a breathy scream from her as she backed away. She looked stunned and incredibly aroused. I pulled her up to me and kissed her deeply. It was ferocious: tongues wrestling, teeth bashing.
This woman was thirteen years younger than me and I didn’t give a fuck. She was mine and I had her for the whole night. I’m bigger than her and a bit stronger and I was able to lift and toss her onto the bed. She bounced, her legs naturally flopping open. She sat still as she could, waiting for her next orders.
I lifted my D cup breasts and yanked the nipples with a snap. She gasped. I climbed on top of her and unhooked the leash. I tossed it and left the collar on. I pinned her hands above her head. I licked down her neck and bit her breast hard enough to make her think it could be worse. I sucked in her nipple like I wanted to draw out her entire soul. She screamed an orgasm while holding my head tightly to her breast. She had never been this loud.
“Ohh, FUUUCK! Thank you Mistressss!”
I wasn’t nearly done. I pushed her thighs up and out. My mouth clamped onto her entire vulva. It was cute and tight and all mine. I chewed. I bit. I sucked. I plunged. I flicked. I sucked again. I reached up and held her hands flat on her tits. As if trying to prove to me that she could take it, she pinched her own nipples, bucked and howled through at least two more orgasms.
I abruptly pulled off. We were not done.
Kayla and I had done tribbing before. But always with her in charge. My new slave pet had a look of pleading as I smashed my aching vulva against hers. I held on to her leg for control and began grinding as if we both had a cock. She was near tears with repeated sexual explosions. I do not have an exceptionally large clitoris. Neither does she. I’m in that moment. They connected like they were magnetic. Within minutes, we were cumming together, soaking each other.
I cried out her pet name, “Panduhhhh!” and then fell flat. Our legs still intertwined.
Fifteen seconds of silent panting.
“You’re mine…Panda.”
“Yes… Dr. Mistress.”
I looked in her tear-filled eyes, and she smiled as if to say, “I hope that’s OK.” I laughed and kissed her with deep passion.
The Aftermath
We did nearly everything we could. I pulled out my toys. I fucked her in the ass. We took a shower. I tied her to the bed. I rode her face. We did 69 and as many other numbers as we could think of.
It was 3 o’clock in the morning before sleep finally took us.
…
I woke before she did to my sweet boy whining next to the bed. It was a surprisingly heartwarming and familiar sound. I lovingly shushed him and put on my robe. Amber looked stunning; her naked body so smooth and firm, even with marks on it and her hair a mess. Sticky fluids dried all over her, giving an explanation for her exhaustion.
In a very strange act of confusion, I picked up the leash I had used for her and looked to my sweet dog. The word “pet” now had two different definitions. And I use them both with possession and affection. I took him down and let him outside. I walked around the yard and thought about everything that had happened.
The old question, how did I get here, came up a few times and I didn’t care for an answer. I was just happy.
My phone buzzed. My girlfriend was calling me.
“Hi, Pet. So? “
I gave a deep sigh and a hum. “Honestly, babe, I don’t have the words. She’s remarkable. And it was just what I needed and… You know I love you, and you are the greatest lover I’ve ever had.”
She laughed that incredible free laugh. She had been letting go of more and more lately. “I know that, baby. I love you. Go on.”
“I don’t know, there was something about taking control. I felt so… Complete.”
“Welcome to my world. I’m very happy for you. I love you.”
That was the second time she had said it. Something was up.
I saw Sparks chasing a squirrel, happy as could be. The moment froze.
“Kayla… something's wrong. Tell me what it is.”
“Wow, I can’t get anything past you, can I? I’ll tell you straight. I know, ironic word. I got the letter. I got into Yale Law.”
I squealed and actually made my dog bark. This is what she had been waiting for. This was incredible news.
“AHHH! I KNEW YOU COULD DO IT!”
She continued to laugh as I jumped around and punched my fist into the air.
“I am so fucking proud of you. Damn, I wish you were here. I would kiss you so hard. Oh my god, oh my god, I’m so happy!”
She was silent again. And then it hit me. She was going to Yale.
She was leaving Illinois.
“Oh my gosh… you got in…”
To be concluded…
What the Fuck? You’re leaving it there?!
Sorry, Princess…
Thank you so much for reading. I hope you’ve enjoyed the series. If you liked it hit the heart. If you really liked it, hit the star. And as always, please leave a comment. I try to respond to them all.
Love Fucking Wins, Matt
