Royal Prissy Bitch Does What She Wants ♕

Royal Prissy Bitch Isn’t a lady at all!

So do you ever watch those shows on TV, where it’s Kings and Queens and Knights and horses in beautiful countryside with castles? I have an obsession with them. It was all I like to watch. Most of them are love stories of some kind. And you’d think I’d fall in love and want to be the Princess. But no, I want to be a royal prissy bitch. Most of you know I am a princess—dainty, tiny, fair, sweet, caring, and kind. And when I sing, there are magical forest creatures that circle me.

But I always thought it would be fun to be the Royal Prissy Bitch The one who doesn’t take shit from anybody. The kind who bosses her staff around. She smacks anyone who disagrees with her.  My father always told me I was a princess but not a distressed Damsel.  Believe it or not, I never rooted for the underdog.  Rather, the type who uses her voice to speak about equality for women and all that jazz.

Royal Prissy Bitch Is The Star Of The Show.

No, I am to be the center of attention, the evil one, with poison and fuck whoever she wants, whether they’re married or not. I want to go in my bed chambers at night. And as my servants undress me, I want them to massage my body and clean me off with their tongues because mistress said so.  Yes, I would love that. A nightly tongue bath from my lowly servants who worship the ground I walk on and those who love me out of fear that they would be punished. So they became obsessed with me and my body. They know they are lucky to even be near me, let alone be able to touch and caress my body.

But they would talk about me and refer to me as the royal prissy bitch behind my back.  They would be jealous of each other and the amount of attention or punishment I dished out to them.  So many things that I would do with my power if I had it. Like whippings with one of those big fancy flat brushes. You see them using soft bristles, but oh, so heavy.

Never Dish Out What You Can’t Take.

I am the bad girl, the evil one in my story.  I get caught doing the dirtiest things a royal prissy bitch can imagine. Someone who was my match to be wed in an arranged marriage like they used to do then.   But I am a troublemaker, and I do not listen; I am a handful to him. He would ravish me and fill me with a seed. Then send me to my room.

My clothes were in a heap in my hands. My hair is a mess—my ass is red from its spanking. I smile, and I walk down the corridor to my room. Tears in my eyes,  so much pain, and getting so much pleasure from it. Sick, evil, twisted smile on my face. The perfect face you would expect from a royal prissy bitch like me. I have so many thoughts and stories on how I’d love to live my life out. If only I could be a real-life character in one of those shows. I can’t wait to tell you more about it.