Long ago there lived a King and Queen who were very sad, since they had no children. How overjoyed were they when their wish was finally fulfilled! Their Princess was indeed more beautiful than any in the land, and grew up happy and admired by everyone. For her eighteenth birthday party, she was dressed all in pink to be presented to royal guests, fairies all, who celebrated her coming of age.
One fairy bestowed on her the gift of Happiness, another Sissiness, another great Beauty and so on . All but one of the fairies had made their lovely wishes when suddenly the doors of the royal palace flew open and in flew the thirteenth fairy. Furious at not being invited, he waved a wand over pink princess and cast, never a kind wish, but an evil spell,
"Before her twenty first birthday," he hissed, "the princess will be attacked." The assembled guests and other fairies trembled in horror. "She must die," concluded the evil fairy, and without more ado, flew out the castle.
The King and Queen wept, but the twelfth fairy, whose wish was still unspoken, offered a ray of hope. "No magic can remove this curse," twelfth fairy explained, "but I can soften it."
The King and Queen were desperate to prevent the curse coming true, at once passing a decree that from henceforth only eunuchs could work in the palace and no male visitors must be allowed here at all without express permission of their majesties. The Princess was sad, especially when she was made to protect herself with a royal nappy of thick silk that was wrapped around her lower parts and sealed with a leather padlock cover that some described as her chastity belt, But it was a very pretty pink nappy.
Next morning the Princess still all in pink, awoke early and became excited to find herself still covered by her royal pink nappy that had remained dry. Everyone else slept as she waited for sunrise, As the light dawned and the sun rose in the sky, so she filled her pink nappy with wee. It was a new experience that she thrilled to, and when her mother entered the royal bedchamber to greet her good morn, she was happy to keep clinging to her wetness. Soon she realised she must wear it full time, for there was danger every time she had her one daily change. She grew to love that wet feeling and The King and Queen became indeed most sure this would protect her from all harm.
And as her twenty first approached the royal family became more confident and happy. Soon the stupid curse will be lifted! Now it happened the pink princess was reading in her room a tale titled A Present to the Beautiful Princess, a story so enchanting she was wetting herself. One of the maids entered carrying a pink parcel.
This maid was about the pink princesses' age and was strikingly pretty, even in her plain workclothes made of shiny leather. Her long hair drooped over her face and shoulders. "Would you like this nice pink parcel?" she inquired and handed it over. It was marked Secret, Only to be Opened in the Tower Room. Obediently the pink princess inquisitively decided to follow the instructions, so along dark passages she went, to the ladder room that led to the turret. Never had she penetrated so high up the palace before. The maid followed, carrying, as bidden, the fascinating parcel. They stopped at the loft ladder that was the only way into the tower. The maid indicated the way up and the Pink Proncess climbed the hard wooden stairs, the maid right behind her. What the princess didn't see was that the maid was pulling up the ladder behind her, and as both entered the musty tower, this ladder was slung unceremoniously to the floor beneath where it smashed to pieces.
The sudden noise startled the Pink Pincess who, turning, saw before her frightened eyes, no longer the maid, for she was removing all the leathers, now only the long hair remained, which was pushed back to reveal the eager face of the thirteenth evil fairy! The Pink Princess backed, the evil fairy bulging towards her, until she met the hard stone wall against her back. She toppled onto a small mattress against the wall. The evil fairy's powerful spindle pierced her chastity belt, as she swooned away.
Several hours later that satisfied wicked fairy left the Pink Princess lying there on the mattress and made his planned escape via the turret window. Like Rapunzel, the scheme was to tie that long hair to the bedpost and descend the outer wall. So the thirteenth fairy climbed downwards, but the fairy spell broke his hair knot and he fell thirteen storeys to his deserved end.
The twelfth's fairy's spell had worked! The wicked fairy had been punished and the Pink Princess was protected with a deep deep sleep.
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That all happened almost a hundred years ago. Ever since this time, the sissy Princess still in her pink nappy, along with all the palace has been sleeping in what we would call a coma. Around the royal palace a thick hedge of pink roses had grown up, every year higher and blossoming more profusely until the sleeping palace had been hid from all eyes. Yet thruout the land a legend persisted in succeeding generations, of a pink sissy Sleeping Beauty lying behind that pink hedge, and from time to time dashing princes would come to attempt to force their way thru the hedge to find out if there be any palace. Impossible! For the mass of pink roses pricked them so badly, they allowed no mortal through. All had failed.
Now this very week past, that most charming princess Peena was told of the legend of the Pink Sleeping Beauty and she resolved to learn from ancient records as much as she could so as to rescue by any means she could the Pink Sleeping Beauty. For studies revealed that none of the princes, however handsome could ever succeed, and for right or wrong Peena came to believe that she was to be the chosen one.
Her preparation was simple. She had fabricated for herself a glittery costume all in pink, with gorgeous shoulder ruffles, a copy of the one the Sleeping Beauty was supposed to have worn, and dressed also in silken tights and high heels, Peena with her long curls betook herself to the outside of that impenetrable hedge. At once it seemed to open out as if in recognition of her pinkness, thus in a short while Peena was inside the dark grounds on which the sun had ne'er shone for years. Across the once pretty gardens and thru an open door past sleeping servants and into the gloomy palace that told of happier days.
Pausing to stare at the King and Queen who slept together by their throne, in eerie and black silence Peena walked on, as if guided by a magic hand. She was led on and on down gloomy corridors, looking neither to the right nor left until she felt her body start a-quivering, Peena stopped. The guiding hand directed her to turn right and in thru a cobwebby door to a beautiful pink bedroom now bedecked in the half light with giant spiders' webs. This must be the Pink Princesses' room, decided Peena, who suddenly felt herself gripped by an iron hand as she pierced the gloom and felt herself thrust on to the dusty royal bed. This signaled the start of her other worldly experience that made her ejaculate in pain as she fell, even though she could see nothing in the half light. Was she not pierced by some invisible presence? Her whole inside shook as she endured the possession of her body. How long she was taken over she knew not, but almost utterly spent she had a growing sense of release, her inside felt emptied, the sun pierced the pink hedge as pink roses began to enlarge their petals and tinkle sweetly in their new found warmth. Peena glanced around, she had been all alone and yet could sense now a beneficient presence that caressed her by the hand and off that painful bed. As Peena stood, at once she shook again and a flood poured down between her shapely legs, she felt dragged over the wettening floor of the room still spurting water, and thru the door, now as if by magic brightly pink again, down the corridors and into the ladder room. The only door slammed shut as Peena continued to fight the uncontrollable wee that poured from her. Surely it could not be a hundred years of wee, but that's what it seemed like, as it splashed the stone floor, now a large puddle, soon a little pond and finally a lake which ever filled. Peena could only do one thing, that was to swim, as the ever rising tide lifted her up twards the ceiling. Was she to perish in that ladder room?
No, Peena perceived an opening in the ceiling to which she swam, and as she climbed into the tower room, the flood miraculously ceased.
Here Peena discovered on her tiny mattress, the Princess deeply asleep. Here was the priceless object of her mission! Staring in wonder at the most beautiful girl ever, Peena could not take her eyes off this Pink Princess. She was so lovely it made Peena lean forward to gently kiss her. As the soft kiss touched the pink Sissy Sleeping Beauty, her eyes were opened and she smiled. and as she gazed at Peena, their soul and bodies melted into one as they fell in love.
Throughout the palace, everyone was joyfully awaked, astonished that the sissy princesses' nappy was still dry. As for Peena and the Pink ex-Sleeping Beauty, of course they lived happily together all their life.
