Page 1 of Mommy Calls Me Princess

Chapter One

Darcy

From the moment I met Vivienne, my life has been a whirlwind of romance and acceptance. The first time she took my hand and called me Princess, the madness in my brain settled and I was hooked.

But now, the fairytale must come to an end. Nothing would prepare me for the harsh reality I was about to face nor the tears the freely fell. Come Saturday I’d be back to work as soon as I stepped aboard the cruise ship Magdalena and this month-long dream and chapter of my life closed as I said goodbye to the woman, my Mommy, I’d fallen head over princess tiara in love with.

Who would read me my bedtime stories and tuck me in?

And give me tubby time?

Pick out my clothes.

The wonderful spankings that ended with special tickles…

“Princess, what’s wrong?” Mommy had upgraded our seats to first class for the trip back to Seattle from Pride Summer Camp in Northern Arizona. Best week ever and I made so many new friends. Mommy talked to Mr. Kyler, the man who ran his camp with his boy Roen and next year he’s gonna let pets come too so my BFF Vale will get to join us.

Or so Mommy said..

And back to melancholy thoughts that even the gentle circles she rubbed over my back didn’t help ease.

Was it possible this wasn’t over? Did Mommy only say Vale could come cause it made me happy in the moment?

“Nothing, Mommy.”

“That heavy sigh says my Princess is lying to her Mommy. Are you being naughty, little girl?”

“Just got a case of the sads,” I shrugged. “Don’t wanna say goodbye on Saturday.”

“Sweet girl, we have the rest of this week together. Don’t forget, we’re spending a couple of days with Jack and Vale too.”

Then it’s all over and I’m back to being alone, though I didn’t say those words aloud.

Was this just one long date for her?

Why was it so easy for mommies, even the one who brought me into this world, to walk away from me.

Was I that unlovable?

I’m such a fool. Having your heart involved was well and truly a death sentence.

Mommy and I met in the most perfect way and now it’ll end with me ugly crying in my best friend’s arms. The very same best friend whose daddy introduced her to me.Ugh, she’s Daddy Jack’s bestie. I’ll never be able to attendanythingat their house if she’s there. My heart can’t handle it. Maybe an ocean apart for three months will help me heal.

Shoot, what if it’s another kink cruise…

My initial introduction into the lifestyle was the first kink cruise I worked. I’d been with the crew for a couple of voyages, but none had been specifically themed. At first I was like, kink, what’s that? Yeah, an internet search on the subject wasn’t the wisest choice, but curiosity got the best of me, and I peeked inside the conference rooms they had rented on the ship.

I snuck into the pet playroom, and it was…different. Not at all what I expected. They were goofing around dressed as their favorite animals, running through mazes and climbing stuff just like real pets would. But it was the littles room that called to me. The way their mommies and daddies cared for them, bringing them juice boxes while they played with their friends. And hugs, lots of hugs. I loved hugs.

Secretly I watched them, every chance I got. The more age play related aspects I researched, the more the chaos of my life fell into place. Others in the chat rooms I’d joined called it an awakening or like a light bulb went off, which was exactly how it hit me.

I never played with any mommies while onboard, it was against the rules. But I found a couple of munches in Seattle to attend during my time off. Nervous as hell the first time I walked into one, but the mommies and daddies were so nice and welcomed me like I’d been there forever even though I was a newbie. After that I had playtime with a few mommies off and on, but never any for the entirety of the downtime between cruises as I had with Vivienne. We’d been inseparable since the moment we met.

Do I ask if we can carry on? Insist we can make the whole long-distance thing work or just walk away when it’s over and lick my wounds in the privacy of my crew cabin?

And without my BFF this time too. Vale was so lucky that he found his forever with Daddy Jack. Now he was a full-timemonkey, and they even built a special house on their property in Whidbey Island for Vale’s mom Sarah.

Vale had everyone he loved near him now. Everyone except for me.

---