It was the start of my junior spring break as we began the substantial drive down to beaches of the gulf coast.  The road trip which had been completed many times before was a necessary evil, and the calm before the storm.  Unlike my previous breaks, it did not present the same possibility of insanity due to the majority of participants being couples.  It hadn't always started that way, but one couple turned to two, two turned to three.  The one relief would be the most recent development, which happened the afternoon before we left.  Rachel would be coming.  She was good friends with two of the girls and when her plans dried up at the last minute, they were quick to invite her along.  I would lie if I said we were friends (as I no matter how much I wanted to I never had the balls to call her) but we were definitely more than acquaintances.  We would say hi, and maybe chit chat, but nothing further, much to my dismay.  She was beautiful.  Long tan shapely legs, long wavy blonde hair, a beautiful face and a cute southern twang.  She was the definition of a blonde southern belle.  She had the body of a model, and usually dressed the part as well.  She always had the classiest of outfits, but somehow could make any look incredibly sexy.  She turned me on immensely, especially when she rocked her tall Louboutin heels.

The house we rented had only four bedrooms, so guess who was the gentleman to give up his claim to one.  I graciously gave up my claim to Rachel, as I retreated to the couch down the hall.  Not what I expected when I first signed up for this, but I wanted to make the most of it.  Plus, Rachel in a bikini would totally be worth it.  We were all pretty tired that first night, so none of us wanted to really go out.  Inside the girls started making a quick dinner as the guys moved the luggage, blew up the floats for the next morning, and of course figured out the best beer pong venue for some late night fun.  We may have been too tired to go out, but we were in college after all.

Devouring the tacos, we start up a few quick games of pong.   As your might expect the couples stayed together as teams, so Rachel and I were together by default.  The game started off innocently enough, but as we all loosened up with a few beers in our systems, Rachel took on a slightly more assertive tone.  Not to everyone, just to me.  It was nothing too aggressive, but I naturally picked up on it, and started going out of my way to get her her ball.  It was almost subconscious as I barely noticed what I was doing.  All I know is that I enjoyed watching Rachel's smile grow a little bigger the more we played together.  We won the final game, and as the couples retreated to their rooms, I hear "Good game" as Rachel slapped my ass.  I let out a little yelp, mostly because I was more than a little surprised, but it was also hard.  She gave a quick chuckle before she retreated to her room as well.  I went to my couch, listening to the rhythmic creak of beds and moans, as if the couples were challenging each other to loudest orgasm.  I had no choice but to sit there an play with myself as I slowly drifted to sleep.

The next day at the beach, I could almost feel Rachel tantalizing me with her tight "Brazilian butt" in that tight boy short bikini.  Dancing around the surf, she looked like she should be in a commercial or on a magazine cover.  We played catch and had some laughs but I never got too close, despite my best efforts.  Eventually the sky started to get dark, and we decided that with several more days ahead, it wasn't worth spending an afternoon in the rain.  As we got back, the couples motioned for their respective bedrooms to "take a nap".  Rachel presumably was taking a real nap, and I took my spot on the couch.  I really wasn't tired, so I was looking for something to do.  I looked on the table and found Rachel's kindle there which we took in after she left it in the car from the ride down.  I decided to read and powered it on.  Rather than mess up her spot in the current book, I opened up her library and started looking for something interesting.  Going down the line I saw some non-fiction, a few teenage girl must haves, and some classic fiction, but nothing that really sparked my interest.  As I got to the bottom of the list, my eyes widened.  I first found "Male Chastity: A guide for Keyholders", followed by "Cuckold Fantasies", "Our Dark Secret: A Modern Cuckold Memoir", to "I, Cuckold: The True Story of My life as a Cuckold Man".  I was so turned on.  I was instantly hard and started to jerk off as I read some of the stories.   I couldn't believe that Danielle was interested in a lifestyle that I had fantasized about for years.

After dinner, it was Rachel and my turn to do the dishes.  As the others retreated into the other room to start playing beer pong, I tried to start off a casual conversation.  But instead I kind of just blurted out "I read your kindle today!".  She just looked at me a little weird and in a questioning sort of tone said "Ok".  Without knowing a better way to follow up, I said "You had an interesting assortment at the bottom of your library".  She thought for a second and immediately changed her tone.  She grabbed hold of my arm so hard that I almost dropped the plate I was holding, and snarled out "What are you trying to do?  Make fun of me?  Hurt me with it?  Use it against me?".  All I could stutter out was "No...I love you...I want...want...to be your cuck."  With that her demeanor totally changed.  She almost seemed to step back.

"Excuse me?" was all that she was able to say.  Gaining some confidence by this point, I told her "I think you are the most beautiful woman in the world, and It would be my honor to worship and serve you."  With that she said I think I need to go, and walked away to her room.  Feeling like I just blew it with my dream girl, as well as just exposed the most hidden part of my life, I struggled to finish the dishes before going out for a walk.

Maybe a mile down the beach, I got a txt from Rachel that simply said, "my room, 9:00 sharp".  Not knowing whether this was going to be good or bad, I checked my watch and realized that I had 20 minutes to get back.  I turned around and picked up a light jog, as we were still a few blocks inland as well.  By the time, I made it home, my watch said 8:58.  I paced back and forth for a minute and a half before I walked over to her door.  I watched the second hand tick off until it hit the 12, and I knocked on the door.  "Come in and shut the door", I heard and quickly obeyed.

Standing there in a set of black yoga pants that accentuation every curve of her shapely legs and a tight t shirt was my Queen.  "Suprised?", she questioned, and before I had a chance to respond, added "good, now we have much to discuss.  First, strip.".  I kind of stood there dumbfounded, and so she repeated the task, slapping me this time for not doing as she asked the first time.  Not wanting to be hit again, I slowly took off my shirt and shorts, standing there in my boxers.  "And those..." she commanded, which i obeyed, albeit uneasily. 

"Haha, well that just wont do" she chuckled as she grabbed my cock with her hand.  "Far to small".  "Rachel, I'm more of a grower...", I stated trying to defend my 6" penis, however before I could finish, I was hit again breaking my concentration.

"First of all, if I make you my cucky, you will refer to me as Princess.  Secondly, this is a one way conversation.  You will only speak when responding to a direct question.  Is that understood?"  I didn't say anything still kind of in shock.  "Are you retarded?", Rachel asked, "I asked you a question cucky".

"Yes" I quickly stammer out, feeling the sting in my check.  Immediately I am hit again, only this time, she slapped my cock which was still holding.  "PRINCESS RACHEL!" She sternly said into my ear.

"Sorry, Yes Princess Rachel", I quickly repeat. 

"Good cucky, now kneel in front of your Princess", she said pulling me down by the penis, as she sat at the edge of the bed.  "Now as I was saying, this penis is far too small.  No girl could enjoy this in her right mind, and I am no normal girl.  I am a Princess.  I deserve the best.  The smallest cock I have ever enjoyed was 8", but it was as fat as a beer can.  Yours is a pathetically small dicklet.  If you are going to earn you spot as my cucky, we will need to get you a cage right away and lock up your tiny dicklet."

I start to say something but catch myself, not wanting to get hit again.

"What is it cucky, do you have something you want to tell me?"

"I have a chastity belt at home Princess Rachel.  A CB-6000s."

"Good cucky, see the mere fact that you already have a chastity belt only goes to prove that your little dick needs to be locked away in it.  Clearly you know your little dicklet cant satisfy a woman and doesn't even deserve to get hard."  With that Princess Rachel continued her interrogation for what felt like 2 hours, finding out every detail of my knowledge, experience, and interests within the lifestyle.  She admitted to me that it was a new found interest for her, having read "50 Shades of Grey" and being turned on by the concept of Dominance, but clearly wanting more of a Female Supremacy spin to it.  After hunting around on the internet, she immediately found many many resources on the Femdom and Female Led Relationship lifestyle.  Now that she had a starting point, the information kept flowing in new terms and new ideas.  While reading one day she came upon the term cuckold.  Not having the faintest idea what it meant, she googled it.  "I've never been wetter than when I first found out about the cuckoldry.  I knew I was a Cuckoldress, right from the start.  I get to have my cake and eat it too", she boasted.  "Coming from a well to do southern family, I would be disowned if I ever dated anyone but a nice white gentleman of similar means, and as much as I love them, and I do, they all have little dicklets.  Just like you."   Now if your dicklet can't satisfy me, then you must be able to please me in other ways.  Lets see how effective that mouth is."

Grabbing her string bikini she quickly tied my hands together behind my back, sat back on the bed, and crooked a finger for me to follow.  I struggle onto the bed, and try to balance meself as best I could, easing my way toward her.  Clearly not moving fast enough, Princess slid her fingers through my hair, grasping the back of my head, and forcefully took it toward her sweet smelling pussy.

"This is my Jewelry Box.  It is to be worshiped at all time.  Just as you will rarely get an orgasm, if ever, my Jewelry Box will be worshiped at least once a day, usually many more times that that.  There is no limit to the amount of pleasure that I am allowed to receive.  Whether I just got out of the shower, got home from the gym, or just finished riding some big black cock, you will always worship my Jewelry Box as soon as I say so, is that clear?"

A muffled "Yes Princess" was all that I could force out, as my face was being forcefully held against Princess's Jewelry Box.  The smell was intoxicating.

"Good, now you may remove my pants, BUT you must use your mouth.  NO HANDS." Princess demanded as she released my head allowing me to better maneuver myself.  I was still off balance as my hands were secured behind me, but eventually I got the hand of it, slowly sliding down an inch or on one side, then moving to the other, working again and again until Princess' pants were around her ankles, allowing her to just kick them off.  "Too slow cucky, but you will have many opportunities to practice, if I take you as my cucky that is.  Now I have much more to teach you so pay attention!"  Princess began her lecture, "This is my pearl", she said as she pointed to her clit, "this is the most sensitive part of Princess' Jewelry Box.  You will always care for Princess' Pearl and give it an extreme amount of attention."  Inserting two fingers into her vagina, "This is my diamond.  It is an equally special area of Princess' Jewelry Box.  You will always ensure to get in deep when you are licking.  You will never insert anything in here other than a tongue, maybe some fingers, and dildos.  Your dicklet is far to thin for me to even feel it, and Princess loves to be filled with thick cock.  Don't worry though, Princess won't be left unsatisfied cucky, there are plenty of thick hot bulls out there who will graciously please Princess for you," Princess said with a chuckle.

With that, my head was once again guided between Princess' now dripping wet thighs, and I slowly began to lick Princess' Jewelry Box.  Starting by working up, parting each lip of her labia, and then slowly licking upwards with a wide tongue stroke before focusing on Princess's Pearl.  At this point, Princess was burying her fingers deeper into me, driving my head deeper into her Jewelry Box.  Moans intermixed with heavy breathing filled the air, as she started to cum, squirting out a powerful stream of juice into my mouth.  I tried to swallow as much as I could, but it was too much, and too powerful, and ending up spraying all over my face.  She twitched on the bed for a few more seconds, never letting lose the grip on my face, before she said, "Well at least you know how to make up for your tiny cock, keep it up and this might be the start of a beautiful relationship."  With that she added, "No keep licking", and pushed my face harder into her Jewelry Box.

After 3 more orgasms, all relatively quick after the first one, Princess, glass eyed, drifted off into a pleasant slumber.  I shimmied off the bed, and with my arms still secured behind my back, I grabbed the sheet with my teeth and tucked in Princess, as best as I could.  Not bold enough to try and sleep next to her, but not wanting to sleep on the floor either, I took a spot at the foot of the bed, like a pet, and started replaying the entire night in my head.  I couldn't believe what had just happened.  My dream girl.  I just ate out my dream girl.  I just ate out my dream girl, who wants to start a relationship with me.  I just ate out my dream girl who wants to start a female led relationship with me.  I just ate out my dream girl who wants to cuckold me in our female led relationship.  It was almost too much to handle.  My cock was rock hard still, and my shoulders were aching from my arms being tied behind, but I was in bliss.

To Be Continued...