2011

Book 4: Depression   Chapter 1: Armour Tales of the Sanctuary: Book 4 - Depression – LittleFallenPrincess     “My Lord, I apologise for bothering you at such an hour, but your hound is causing havoc once again.” I sighed heavily, wondering what that mutt of mine has gotten himself into this time. “No, you were right to come find me. Come, show me where he is, and I will sort the beast out.” I got up off my gothic, obsidian throne, landing with a heavy thud as my weighty armoured boot hit the palace’s floor, the echo of it ringing up the spire above me, intimidating the timid subject of mine even more than he already was. If my jagged hellish throne didn’t intimidate visitors enough, my hefty, grim armour definitely does. Boots with silently screaming skulls adorned on the knees. Bracers weighty enough to crush a man’s head. Sleeveless chest armour to show off my rippling muscles. And my helm. A helm that was so intimidating that it sapped the courage of any man stupid enough to gaze upon it for too long. I had found spikes worked brilliantly to intimidate people too, so I put them all over my black steel armour, just to add to my image. Got to make sure people know their place in my realm, after all. Can’t have anyone thinking I’m weak. As I rose from my throne, I pulled my pitch-black cape back and began following my subject to wherever that damned dog is. But when I get back… I need some ‘me’ time. Because fuck… this armour is heavy.   As I strode back into my throne room, my ravenous hound trailing along behind me, hanging his heads in shame, I sighed heavily and awaited my guards to shut the doors and leave so I could have some privacy once again. Damn dog decided he’d go mess around in the fields again, destroying everything in sight. But thankfully, one word from me and he instantly sits on the ground, making it shake a little, and then his little tail always starts wagging. Which, of course, knocks more stuff over. But at least that was it. I ordered my guards nearby to fix everything whilst I took my dog back to the palace to give him a ‘stern talking to’. One look in their eyes, however… and I knew there was no telling them off. I’m too soft on this animal. “You’re home, betrothed…” “Betrothed?” I asked, turning around to see my wife sitting on my throne in my place. “We are in private.” “That we are. So shed that glamour, and get in your rightful place…” That was all the instruction I needed, so I pointed off to the side of the throne room, ordering my hound to go get in his bed at the side of the palace without saying a word to him, something he did without a fuss, and then I focused all my attention back on my wife. “Armour off,” she ordered with her stern, demanding voice. “Yes… Miss…” “No, not Miss. You know the word… come on baby…” “I…” “Sweetie, there’s no one here. Don’t be ashamed. Now get on your knees in front of me… now.” “Yes… Mummy.” I shrugged my shoulders, causing the armour to fall to the floor, all of it crashing on the ground behind me… …revealing the small, twinky little guy who had been hiding in it like a shell. “Good girl. Now get over here…” “I… Yes Mummy…” Mostly naked now, except for my underwear, I quickly shuffled over to my wife, dropping to my knees, just in front of her feet. “That’s much better. Now, if anyone needs you, you’re ‘busy’, okay? I’m having some fun with my baby girl tonight, and I’m not going to let anyone ruin that. That crusty old advisor of yours can deal with everything for the rest of the day.” “Uh huh…” “Now, crawl along behind me, I think we’ll go to your nursery so we can get you thickly padded first, little Hades.” “Yes Persep- I mean… Mummy.”   ---------------------------------------------------- As I lay back on the changing table, completely naked, my lower region smelling like baby powder, I felt my happiness return. I must admit, it’s draining having to put on that armour. And not because of the weight. Magic makes up for my frail, skinny little body being able to take all that weight, and it even puts on the appearance of me having a much larger frame with huge muscles, something I’ve never had. But it isn’t the physical weight of it… it’s having to pretend to be this ‘big bad Lord of the Underworld’ that weighs me down. Something I’ve never really enjoyed, something that was forced on me… it kills a little part of me inside whenever I have to pretend to be someone I’m not. But here, with Persephone… I was happier than ever. My gorgeous red-headed wife, whom I love more than anything. Tall and slender, she radiates beauty with every inch she moves. She’s so sweet and kind, so loving and caring… but she also harbours the most wonderful little sadistic streak… which has grown over the years since our kids moved out and we’ve been able to explore more things as a couple. I’ll soon be thickly padded, then she’ll pick out a cute pink onesie for me, then we’ll get snuggled up in front of the fire and she’ll stream some shows from the mortal realm. I know it's simple, it’s not particularly kinky or special… but it feels special to me. Once she had properly pampered me and put my favourite black goth princess onesie on instead of the pink one she usually puts me in, she picked me up off the changing table and carried me across my traditional modern mortal nursery, towards the balcony. The nursery was designed this way because we both found it the cutest style and the most babyish (Olympus nurseries are all marble and white - very boring. We saw this style in the many shows we watch, and we both found it absolutely adorable). It’s my own little safe space that allows me to escape this literal hell, even if only for a while. “It’s a nice night, let's just enjoy the view for a bit, okay baby?” she said. It wasn’t so much of an ask than it was a demand, so I nuzzled up against her chest and smiled. At least we have a concealment spell on the balcony so no one from outside can peek in or see us... Or more importantly see me like this. Honestly, ever since Hebe, my niece, encouraged Persephone to try this ageplay thing… things have been so much better. Although I find it funny, Hebe was definitely expecting Persephone to be the little and me the Daddy… but that’s the problem, everyone thinks they know who Persephone is, when really I’m the only one who knows the real her. I’m sure you’ve heard all the old stories. I know the ‘myths’ of our existence are still going strong in the mortal realm. I must admit, I really like all the different portrayals of me in media. They always make me this dark, brooding, edgy god who has long black hair and skulks in the shadows. If they knew the real me… they know I’m actually the opposite. For starters, my hair is blonde and shoulder length, not black. Also eww to all the facial hair. Persephone doesn’t allow any body hair on me, only my ‘gorgeous blonde locks’ on the top of my head and my perfectly sculpted eyebrows... Also I’m not muscular or manly or anything. There’s a reason why the majority of my wardrobe is pink. Anyway, no doubt you’ve heard the original tale of Persephone. Everyone says I ‘abducted her’. Which is far from the truth. What they don’t know… she’s way more dominant than she leads anyone to believe. There’s no way I could make or tell that woman to do anything she doesn’t want to. No, you want to know the truth? We were at one of those boring family gatherings on Olympus, drinking and gossiping… and she saw me out of my ‘man suit’, as she puts it, when I was taking a breather from appearing intimidating to all the family who have never seen the real me. She saw the small, twinky little shit who looked more like a princess than a god, and knew she had to have me. And me, being the submissive guy I am, allowed her to do anything, which included pissing off my siblings by moving her to the underworld and telling them all I stole her. But here we are, thousands of years later, in the underworld, looking out across the afterlife, happier than ever together, madly in love. All my family think we’re like oil and water, completely different people with no similar interests. But of course they don’t know about this side of me, or her dominant side… which go together perfectly.   From here, on this balcony, you could see the whole realm. Thankfully, the less-appealing parts (like Tartarus) were hidden behind the mountains, leaving only a beautiful view of the Elysian fields in the distance, from our gothic little corner of the underworld. You could even see Leuce’s tree from here.. Persephone would often take me for walks through them, and never failed to make me feel small, despite wearing my hulking heavy armour. I do wish I didn’t have to put on a facade though. But who would take the god of the dead seriously if he was this blonde little femboy who wears nappies and does everything his Mummy tells him? No one, that’s who. That’s why I keep up this appearance. At least we have peace and quiet now though. Have had for a few millenia actually. Ever since the mortals stopped worshipping us, our powers began dwindling. I lost a lot of my power once the constant influx of souls dried up. Because souls go where they believe they should go, based on their religion or belief in life or the afterlife. For example Christians going to Heaven or Hell, the various religions who believe in reincarnation allow souls to cycle through, sometimes after tests or whatnot, that kind of thing. Well as you can figure out… No one worshipping us or believing we exist means that no more souls end up in my underworld. I’m still better off than my siblings though, who were mostly powered by the beliefs in mortals. I, on the other hand, have the huge number of souls within my realm that keep me at least a little bit more powerful than my siblings. It’s why I don’t go to family gatherings anymore, they are clearly jealous that I still have a bit of power and they barely have any. Persephone is the same, seeing as she is Queen here. I would even say she’s more powerful than me… mostly because she has all the power in the relationship. So once the influx of souls dried up, the realm kinda settled, like a pond, allowing it to become peaceful… and giving me a lot of time to myself. Which my wife instantly jumped on, like Cerberus when he’s seen a stray soul trying to escape. It’s how we got into this stuff. It was already a thing we had been doing for a while, but since the realm settled and my time freed up, she keeps me as her baby whenever I’m not tending to the various jobs I have as god of the dead. “Your hair is getting long again, princess.” “It is?” I asked, looking up at my beautiful wife. “Yes, perfect for some cute little pigtails.” Blushing, I averted my gaze so as to not see the predictable smile on her face, knowing what reaction she’d get out of me for saying that. “Well they are your favourite, Mummy. And there are no family functions for a while, so no need to cut it.” “Next time I think we should go without cutting your hair. You don’t have to keep that masculine appearance up all the time, my love.” “You know what my brother is like. He’ll start making fun of me.” “He does that because he’s your brother. And because he’s a jerk. And because he’s jealous you have a wife who loves you. And you still have power, unlike him.” “Our family is so fucked up.” “I know, babygirl. But that’s gods for you. Especially our family. Especially my father, who will fuck anything on two legs. Sometimes more than two.” “He really does like to stick his dick in everything,” I laughed “We don’t have that problem, do we? Good job we’ve got yours all caged up, hey cutie?” I buried my face in her cleavage, faster than I ever had, just to hide how red it was.         ===================================================== Next book!   If you want to read a month in advance (that's 8 chapters), or just want to support me and my writing, you can do so through Subscribestar! Subscribers get 4 weeks (8 chapters) early access to chapters, and exclusive short stories (Nessa's Tale is currently the only available one). ======================================================== I hope everyone enjoys this chapter! Please leave likes and comments and all that fun stuff, I love reading them! If you want four weeks early access to my main story and also soon-to-be exclusive access to short stories, why don't you check out my SubscribeStar?  Thank you to all my subscribers for their support over the past few years! Seriously, your support means the world to me. 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Obwohl die Hosen ja nicht aus Gummi sind, heißen sie bei uns Gummihosen. Ich trage Tag und Nacht Gummihosen und werde mehrmals in der Woche mit einer Lederpeitsche verprügelt. Nachdem ich die Peitsche der Mutti gegeben habe und um meine Auspeitschung gebeten habe beuge ich mich über die Sessellehne. Jetzt ist mein Po und die Gummihose schön straff gespannt. Das klatschende Geräusch wenn die Peitsche auf die Gummihose trifft erregt mich sehr. Deswegen muss ich auch immer bei der Prügelstrafe eine Gummihose tragen.

Pretty much, but the booster got me through five hours.  

Wenn ich ungehorsam bin oder etwas zerstöre werde ich immer körperlich gezüchtigt. Die Züchtigungen erfolgen immer mit einer Peitsche auf den mit der Gummihose bekleideten Po. Ich muss , auch wenn wir Besuch haben, die Peitsche holen und die Mutti bitten mich für meinen ungehorsam auszupeitschen. Dann lege ich mich auf die Prügelbank und bekomme Schläge mit der Peitsche auf die Gummihose. Nach der Prügel muss ich mich in die Ecke stellen und die Gummihose runter ziehen damit alle meinen roten Po und die Striemen sehen können.

Ich trug immer Gummihosen und spielte oft und gern an mir rum. Wenn Mutti es bemerkte sagte sie das sie mich dafür streng prügeln muss. Prügel bekam ich immer im Beisein meiner älteren Stiefschwester mit einer Lederpeitsche auf den Po. Ich musste die Peitsche holen und meiner Schwester Bescheid sagen. Dann legte ich mich auf die Prügelbank und wurde im Beisein meiner Schwester ausgepeitscht.