A Taste of Cherie
Date: 1/11/2024,
Categories:
BDSM
Author: byNickWade, Source: Literotica
This isn't a story. It's a girl. Her name is Cherie Lindor—Miss Lindor if you're one of her colleagues. Everyone else calls her Princess. She's a primary school teacher at Los Palagos Elementary, teaching up through third grade. I have to say, she's the perfect teacher. Sweet and sensitive. Passionate, even a little strict. It's so cute. Because she's a vixen, you see. An elf. One of the really submissive breeds, too: White Chocolate. Let me describe her for you. She has a very pretty face with high cheekbones, a pointed chin, and a button nose. Teutonic, I think, is the word. Her hair is platinum blonde with bangs, flowing midway down her back. Sometimes she has it braided. The rest of her is equally perfect: slender calves, shapely thighs, round buttocks, a tiny waist, and teardrop shaped breasts that perfectly fit my hands. She has a mole somewhere that only I know about.
She always wears a dress to work. Not some pert, corporate garbage that a businesswoman might wear to give a presentation about money to a bunch of men who already have too much of it. No. Her dresses have heart. They're flamboyant and colorful, long and regal, tastefully adorned with filigree. She owns quite a few, in pastel shades of pink, yellow, blue and white. My personal favorite is lavender and silver, with deep violet lace. She says it's too pretty to wear to school everyday, so she saves it for special occasions. Like dinner with me.
She completes her outfits with a little tiara. She is a ...
... princess, after all. The ones I buy her are very expensive, made of silver or gold and set with real gemstones. Not that she knows anything about money—she just knows they're pretty.
Her life isn't completely perfect, as it obviously can't be. She complains about her coworkers sometimes: there are men who make rude remarks, and women who get catty. It's frustrating, because she wants to be taken seriously. A few of her students are incorrigible rascals, too. She can't drive, so she carpools with Mrs. Doblini. But sometimes her ride is late, or her dress gets wet in the rain, or whatever. Alright, maybe a life can't be perfect. But a day can.
Like today. I'm off work today; I don't work Fridays, but she does. It's the one day of the week when I'm waiting for her to get home instead of the other way around. I don't have much to do, so I take it easy and sleep in. Around eleven I get up, make some breakfast, and watch some TV. It's amazing how quiet our home is without her. Every time I walk past our bedroom, I glance at her empty cage. It just hangs there quietly, with her plush cushion, journal, and colored gel pens lying where she left them.
I spend around two hours cleaning, taking care of chores, fixing stuff, and whatever else needs to be done. In general, just making the place ready for her. Some people ask whether I really do chores when I have a submissive little elven slave to do them for me. Yeah I do. She appreciates it when I take care of her. Besides, if ...