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03-08-2007, 5:45 PM
The Princess
A Facesitting Fairytale by W.H.Posnif
Translation by Armin
This story was prominently inspired by Jim Galding’s excellent narratives
King Goodheart was a wise and fatherly tribune and thus much acclaimed by his subjects. His rule was marked by justice and benevolence. The people appreciated having such a popular and understanding monarch.
Unfortunately his daughter completely lacked these positive and humane traits. The pretty, blond young lady was a spiteful and capricious person. Sie loved terrorizing her environment and took every opportunity of tormenting the staff.
On the day of her 18th birthday the King granted her a long-cherished wish: a personal slave of her own. He was well aware of his daughter’s negative characteristics and had hesitated for a long time to fulfil her desire. For, in his wisdom, he was convinced that a slave would have a hard time under his offspring. However, since the Queen, a beautiful and very authoritarian woman, supported the Princess’s wish and never failed to urge him on, he finally gave in. Moreover, he loved his daughter dearly and couldn’t deny her any wish in the long run.
And so it came to pass that the young lady was allowed to pick her own personal slave from a from a host of male servants at the Court. After lengthy consideration she decided on Irdian, a young fellow who had thus far been responsible for looking after the palace’s pot plants. Apart from that, the ladies-in-waiting loved to pick him as an errand-boy.
On the eve of her birthday Princess Setira was given custody over her new slave. The fellow was taken into her chambers, where he awaited his new Mistress with beating heart. About half an hour of anxious waiting passed before Setira entered the room. The slave respectfully stood before her with bowed head. Sie looked him over haughtily and brusquely said: “What are you standing around for? Come on, get on your knees, I am your new Mistress and your fate now rests with me!”
Cowed by this unfriendly address he sank onto his knees and hardly dared to look up at her. However, that was his first mistake already. The Princess approached him and brutally yanked up his head by the hair. “Look at me, when I speak to you. How dare you ignore my beauty in this way!” She wasn’t only full of whims but also very conceited. Her rooms were packed with mirrors, so that she could continuously admire herself. True, she was a very pretty girl. Her figure was slender, but already showed feminine forms. Her face, resembling that of an angel, and the long and wavy blond hair hardly gave a clue of the evil nature behind that beautiful façade.
She forced his head backwards by the hair, so that he had to look up from a prone position. “You good-for-nothing miserable worm ,” she hissed contemptuously, und spat right into his face, “you are going to be a mere object for me, to use as I see fit. Many years did I have to wait for this pleasure. But now the time has come.” As a matter of fact she had already clamoured for her own slave as a ten-year-old child - but her father had always shunned away from this step because of her youth.
She released the young slave’s head and pushed him away. “I don’t want to see you here again before an hour’s time. In the meantime take a bath and have the ladies-in-waiting fit you out with new clothes. I want to have a clean slave who is not insulting in his appearance!” Slinking away bewildered, the young fellow sought to abide by his Mistress’s instructions.
“I’m not so sure if it was the right thing to put our daughter in charge of this young fellow,” said the King, a bit troubled. He looked out of the window, where young lasses were playing around on the lawn. They were daughters of the ladies-in-waiting and obviously had lots of fun in their togetherness. The Princess always refused to take part in these games. It was below her dignity to socialise with the other girls.
“Why not? Don’t you worry, she will know her limits,” the Queen reassured him. “Do you really think so?” The King remained sceptical. “Absolutely,” his wife nodded convincingly. “Well, we’ll see… but we should keep an eye on her. She is a proper little devil, you know… “ The Queen smiled and patted her consort’s head. “You should really stop worrying. I’ll take care of the matter, I promise.” “Allright, so be it then”, the King agreed, although his heart was filled with doubt.
*
One evening, a few months after the Princess’s birthday, the Queen entered her daughter’s chambers. She wished to bring her the good news that one of her horses had foaled. But she looked around in vain; neither Setira nor her slave were anywhere in sight. The Queen stepped into the beautiful conservatory, which made up the closing tract on the one side. There, a bizarre surprise awaited the Queen: She noticed her daughter, sitting on one of the stools, with her frocks gathered up. This in itself would have been nothing special if the face of her slave had not formed the seat beneath the young girl’s formidable backside. Unconcerned she sat on her living cushion and combed her blond hair. It didn’t seem to worry her in the least that the man under her butt desperately tried to continue breathing. His face was stuck between her slightly plump buttocks, and only her silken underwear prevented it from being forced in there even deeper. For a moment the Queen was unsure as to how she should react. The Princess had not become aware of her presence yet, and so the Queen decided to rather leave the conservatory unnoticed.
On the one hand she was taken aback by the consequent manner in which Setira made use of her slave but, at the same time, she was also fascinated by the scene she had witnessed. It was no coincidence that Setira was so cruel. Her mother, too, enjoyed tormenting men under her. Time and again male members of the domestic staff were taken to her rooms at night to serve her. They were coerced into silence on the threat of heavy penalties. The Queen preferred games which left no marks but still were most strenuous and excruciating. The apparent compassion of her daughter to sit on the faces of slaves also numbered among her favourites. Of course, her backside was much more voluminous than that of her daughter, and many a fellow had already lost his consciousness beneath her merciless buttocks in the course of an endless sitting.
Still, her curiosity had now been aroused, and so she turned back to continue watching the spectacle. Cautiously, she opened the door for a tiny angle and was just in time to see the Princess releasing the slave from his awkward position. She raised her rear and … looked down on his reddened face. “You look like a tomato! And now thank me that you were allowed to smell the butt of your Princess! I never granted that favour to anyone before!” “Thank you, Mistress, that I was permitted to smell your rear,” the fellow croaked hoarsely. The lack of air had nearly robbed him of his voice. “I think you will be granted this favour again soon, though I shall be contemplating certain improvements to suit me even better!” the girl ominously announced and sent him away.
On leaving the conservatory Irdian encountered the Queen at the door. “Stop!” she said and forced him to hold his step. She took his purple-coloured face into her hands and deeply looked into his fearful eyes. “Yes, I see my daughter knows how to handle fellows like you…” And, with that, she inflicted a painful tweeze on his nose, but he dared not cry out in pain. She released the man and ordered him to proceed to the bathroom.
Meanwhile, the Princess had followed up and smiled at her. “I sat on his face, mother! Oh, it’s wonderful, possessing a slave of one’s own.” “Yes, I know,” the Queen nodded, and straightened her daughter’s dress.
Winter had come and, as every year, the King invited a number of landlords and their families to his castle just before Christmas. The noblemen invariably arrived with a large following and were accomodated in a side tract of the main building. As usual, Count Walther von Mehring was accompanied by his daughter Lisanne, who was of the same age as the Princess. She, too, was a very attractive lass, a classy young lady with pitchblack hair. She was the only one in the realm who could boast of being befriended with the Princess. Both girls had the same interests and got along extremely well.
Setira had heard of her friend’s arrival and happily rushed down to the reception hall. She welcomed Lisanne with a warm embrace. The two hadn’t seen each other for quite some time, and there was a lot to talk about. “My father gave me a snowhite foal on my sixteenth birthday,” Lisanne proudly announced. “That’s nothing, what do you think I got for my birthday? Huh?” Setira looked at the Princess scrutinizingly. “Uh, I don’t know… a pet also, perhaps?” “No, something far better: I now have a personal slave. What do you say?” Lisanne was genuinely surprised. “A slave – just for you? That is truly a fantastic gift!” she exclaimed in unreserved appreciation. “And I can do with him as I please. He must follow orders all the time and is not allowed to argue. Surely, we’ll have a lot of fun with him!” “We? Does that mean he’ll have to serve me as well?” “Of course, as long as you are my guest, he will also be your slave!” Lisanne was delighted. “Oh, I’m really looking forward to that, dear friend!” In high spirits the girls hurried to Setira’s rooms.
It was late at night, when the Queen awoke. She had dreamt badly and found it hard to fall asleep again. And, as so frequently, she was overcome by the desire to use one of the servants for her intimate pleasures. The King slept in a room of his own, as his loud snoring interfered with his wife’s slumber. The Queen rang for her chambermaid and ordered the girl to bring a fellow named Sanbert to her room. He was one of the King’s errand-boys and the Queen’s favourite victim, since he he showed great stamina when performing the oral services so cherished by the Queen. Sanbert could thus easily guess what was in store for him. Drowsily, he entered the Queen’s chambers. “Look alive, man, your Queen hates to be kept waiting!” The Queen’s reception was gruff, as always. He knelt down before her and kissed her feet. He knew what was in store for him – the Queen always came to the point very quickly. When he rose, he was treated to the first slap on his left cheek – then, in quick succession, right, left, right, left, and so on. With a sadistic smile, the Queen dished out about twenty slaps. This ceremony, most unpleasant for the man, served to heighten the Queen’s lust. She relished the sight of his face, now distorted with pain. “Well, come on, move to the back!” he was ordered. Quickly, he knelt behind his tormentress, slipped up her silken nightdress, carefully pulled down her panty and pressed his face between her massive buttocks. She parted the asscheeks with her hands. An spicy smell filled his nostrils. “Well, what do you have a tongue for? Do you want to keep me waiting?” The Queen impatiently demanded his oral services. The fellow began licking the royal anus, softly at first, then more energetically. A satisfied moan came from the Queen. But this was merely the foreplay. “Now let’s really get going!” She ordered Sanbert to lie down on the bed. Then she climbed on top of him and positioned her beautiful ass right on his face, pulling apart her buttocks in the process. She seated herself in skilled fashion, so that his nose was wedged into her anus, while her pussy rested on his tongue. She moved about a bit to find the most comfortable position and then indicated her readiness to the licking slave. With her full weight she sat down on his face, as befitted a Queen. His entire head was practically swallowed up by her mighty butt cheeks.
Sanbert tried his best to come up to the Queen’s expectations. The bodyweight of the stout woman pressed heavily onto his face. Totally inconsiderate of her slave’s needs she sat on him and enjoyed the gentle services of his eager tongue with soft moans. Once again, the poor chap was in for a long and strenuous night…
Ever since Setira had Lisanne with her, the Princess appeared a changed person. She was more cheerful and, as for her erratic fancies, the servant complement presently enjoyed a period of respite. Her entire attention was focused upon Lisanne. The two girls rode out together, played in the royal gardens and chatted about a multitude of things. Setira’s personal slave, Irdian, was always at beck and call, and studiously looked after the needs of his Mistress and her friend.
The two girls were seated at the edge of the big pond, letting their legs dangle in the pleasantly warm water. “Tonight, I’ll present my slave to you,” Setira announced. “But… I know him already,” Lisanne retorted, a bit uncertain. “Well, you’ve met him, but you haven’t yet experienced the pleasant uses one can put him to,” the Princess indicated with an air of promise. Lisanne frowned: “Pleasant uses? What on earth do you mean?” Setira took her friend’s hand with a conspirational smile: “We’ll have lots of fun, just you wait!” A fleeting glance to Irdian was enough to have the slave rush forward eagerly with the towels for drying the girls’ feet. “I’m hungry, shall we go?” Setira felt her tummy growling expectantly. “Oh, yes, the ride gave me an appetite, too!” her friend agreed and, amid laughing chatter, the two young ladies made for the dining-hall.
Setira’s parents had already taken their place at the table. The King smiled, when he observed the girls approaching cheerfully. “Did you have a nice day?” he asked. “Oh yes, father, it was fabulous!. I have no better friend in the world than Lisanne!” The Princess was in bubbling spirits. “I’m glad to see you two having so much fun together,” said the Queen, visibly content with developments. She was in a good mood, too, having spent the previous night most pleasantly, with her slave tongueing her to utter satisfaction. He had been under her ass for some two hours and was nearly suffocated, when she released him from his duties.
“Come along, eat, drink, and be merry!” the King beckoned to the girls, who tucked in with a hearty appetite at the sight of all the delicacies. “Why can’t Lisanne stay with us for good?” Setira addressed her parents between two mouthfuls. “Because her father would surely not leave her here by herself’” the King replied. “That is true, unfortunately,” Lisanne nodded, “my father wouldn’t leave me on my own anywhere in the world!”
“She’s right there!” a deep voice boomed from the door. Count Walther von Mehring had entered the hall unnoticed. He was a handsome man and an intimate friend of the royal family. “Lisanne is my one and only – I shall forever protect her. I’m bound to – having promised my wife on her death-bed that I would always be looking after Lisanne!” The Count still mourned the passing-away of his wife, some two years ago. He took place beside his daughter and lovingly took her hand in his own. “One day I shall no longer be able to protect you, and that thought strikes fear into my heart,” he said, in a serious mood, stroking her hair. “You don’t have to worry about me, father,” Lisanne said reassuringly, “I’m old enough to look after myself!” “Well, the time will surely come,” the Count mused gloomily and began with his meal. - - - “Let’s try and make the best possible use of the few days that you are still staying with us,” Setira whispered to her friend. “Oh yes, for sure!” Lisanne agreed, whereupon Setira auspiciously glanced towards her slave, who stood waiting at the entrance…
The opulent supper had satiated the girls and put them in a lazy mood. “I’ve had too much to eat!” Lisanne moaned and rolled her pretty brown eyes. “Same here. I don’t feel so well either,” Setira joined in, “my tummy feels like an oversize balloon!” The girls lounged on the Princess’s large bed, while Irdian stood in readiness and fanned them some fresh air. “Phew, I think I’ll have to break a wind!” Lisanne announced, laughingly. At that, Setira suddenly jumped up. “Wait, I have an idea!” she said and motioned towards her slave. “Come here and lie down on the bed, next to us!” she ordered. Irdian did as he was told. “Face up!” came the next command. Lisanne looked at her friend and enquired: “What are you up to, Setira?” The Princess’s face suddenly took on a strangely lustful expression. “Now we’ll have some fun! Sit down on my slave’s face and fart right into his nose!” “In his nose? But that must be terrible for him…” “What are you worried about a slave’s feelings? He is mine – and yours now as well. We can do with him whatever we like! Let him smell your flatulence - that should be a real blast!’
A smile flickered across Lisanne’s face. “If you really think so… Well, it might be quite funny to relieve myself right into his nose…” “Of course! He’ll have to smell your wind, whether he likes it or not!” “Okay, I’ll sit down on his face,” Lisanne made up her mind and climbed onto the slave’s prostrate figure. “Pull up your skirt, so that he’ll get it properly,” Setira encouraged her friend. Lisanne willingly complied and positioned her somewhat plump backside on the slave’s face. “Sit down real comfortably, you needn’t have to worry about him!” Setira urged her on, noticing her friend’s slight hesitation. Reassured, Lisanne now sat down squarely on the fellow’s upturned face. “And now – let go!” Hardly had Setira said this, when a rumbling noise was heard. “I did it! I did it! Right in his nose! He’s now forced to smell everything!” Lisanne shouted, still a bit self-conscious. “Yes, that he must!” The girls watched Irdian squirm under Lisanne’s bottom. He battled against nausea, since the girl’s wind had a particularly overwhelming stench. “That must have been the bean salad,” Lisanne tried to account for the unpleasant odour and curled her nose in disgust. “Yes, but sooo fitting for a slave’s nose!” Setira joked. Lisanne made no attempt to give up her seat. “I like this, you know. I’ve never sat on a face before! His nose feels so pleasantly stimulating in my asshole!” Lisanne blushed slightly. The Princess agreed: “Yes, it’s a most pleasurable feeling! I promised you we’d have a lot of fun with my slave, didn’t I?”
The fellow now lay quietly under Lisanne. She lifted her bum slightly to allow him some fresh air. “No need for that,” Setira gestured towards the prostrate slave, “I’ve trained him well. He can survive for hours with an ass on his face before suffocating!” “You’re so right – after all, he’s only a slave!” Lisanne was quick in adopting the domineering philosophy of her royal friend. With a defiant air she once again plumped her backside onto the face of her living cushion and draped her skirt around his head. A quiet moan was audible, then silence prevailed under her.
The girls resorted to some lively chatter, and Lisanne made no effort to abandon her comfortable seat on the slave’s face. “Could I ask you something, dear…?” she enquired, with an air of embarassment. “Have you ever been sitting on him…ahh… otherwise?” Setira failed to catch her meaning: “How – otherwise?” “Well…uhm…I mean, without your skirt and panty…” “Oh, naked, you mean?” Setira brought it to the point. “Yes, exactly!” “Of course!!! After all, he’s got a tongue to boot and can give a girl lots of pleasure!” “You mean, he inserts his tongue in the spot now seated on his nose?” “Not only there – his tongue also feels wonderful in your pussy!” Enraptured by pleasurable recollections Setira’s eyes turned dreamy. Lisanne showed a sudden eagerness: “Have you done tthat with him already?” “But of course, my dear, you only sit on his nose as a prelude!” Setira laughed, while Lisanne hardly believed her ears. “His tongue is not merely inserted at the most sensitive spots, no, he will also lick you there properly!” Lisanne’s cheeks turned rosy in excited anticipation. “Really? He licks you in all the sweet spots?” “Naturally! That’s what a slave is there for – he is to serve you and give you pleasure, what else?!”
Lisanne reflectively glanced at the slave’s body under her. “When I think about such things, I’m getting real hot…” A lustful smile streaked across her face. “I would surely love to try it out…” She looked at her friend with an unspoken question on her lips. “Well, of course! Who else would I lend my slave to for such services than my best friend?” Setira began to unbutton her blouse. “Let’s undress and have some real fun with the chap, shall we?” “Oooh yes!” Lisanne agreed enthusiastically and plucked her ass from Irdian’s face. He presented a miserable sight. His face was squashed, the lines of Lisanne’s panty ran right across his features. It was obvious that he had suffered under her butt. “See how he looks? As if he had been smothered!” Setira chuckled. “Mind you, I’ve often seen him this way!”
Swiftly, the two girls discarded their clothing and now faced their helpless victim in the nude. Setira was tall, with a magnificent, slender body. Her breasts were medium-sized and her butt, though not massive, was well-sculpted. Lisanne, somewhat smaller, was more on the chubby side, with a large bosom and a meaty, yet appetizingly well-rounded backside.
Irdian lustfully eyed these heavenly creatures. He knew that he would now have to serve under their delicious bodies for a long time. Still, he yearned to have a more active part in matters, and felt his cock stiffen up dangerously. Setira was the first to discover his erection. “What’s the idea, you scum?” she yelled at him, jumped on his chest and smacked his face. “You are to serve us and not have randy feelings, you pig!” Again and again her hand struck his cheeks, and she tore at his hair with merciless abandon. Lisanne followed the scene with some irritation at first, but then with growing fascination. “Why, you can really do anythimg to him!” she said, admiringly. “I didn’t know you also beat him!” “That’s what they need sometimes!” said the the Princess, vindicating her violent action. She had meanwhile slid up higher on Irdian’s body, so that his head was now firmly enveloped by her thighs. She squeezed with all her might, so that only his nose and mouth were still visible, contorted to an O-shape by the pressure. “Just watch, how silly he now looks!” Setira made fun of Irdian’s awkward position. Lisanne moved closer and also studied the fellow’s deformed features with interest. “He looks like a frog, doesn’t he?” “True, just like a frog! He’s a frog, a frog! Croak! Croak! Croak!” The girls were uncontrollably amused by the young slave’s plight.
“Now I want to feel your tongue, slave!” Setira slid up further until Irdian’s mouth was properly positioned under her pussy. “Come on, come on!” and she pressed down on him demandingly, in anticipation of Irdian's services. The slave started with his oral duty the way his Mistress liked it: slowly and gently at first, then picking up in strength and speed. In time, his tongue’s movements worked up to a wild staccato. The girl on top of him cramped up in sheer lust and moaned ecstatically. Lisanne, sitting beside her, felt her own pussy moistening. The sight was simply too lewd to behold. She had so far never experienced an erotic encounter of any kind. The Princess had meanwhile adapted her movements to the rhythm of the slave’s tongue and rode forward to a mind-blowing orgasm on his face. A long and high-pitched wail signalled her climax. She threw back her head, so that her long, blond hair swayed as in a gale. Then she slumped forward and remained sitting on Irdian’s face with lowered head, panting wildly and supporting her hands on his forehead. “Oh, how fantastic this was again!” she uttered with a thin voice.
Lisanne gently patted her friend’s head. “Wow, it was super only watching you! I never knew something like this was possible!” Setira looked at her friend: “You need not restrict yourself to watching… His face is yours. Use him, as you think fit!” With these words she lifted her backside from Irdian’s face. He was a pitiful sight indeed: His face, red as a tomato, was wet and smeared all over with feminine juices. “Go and wash your dirty mug!” Setira ordered, and let him rise. The poor fellow, visibly shaken, got to his feet and reeled towards the door. Setira stretched lazily, like a kitten after its nap. Ahhh… I feel great!” she called out in unreserved satisfaction.
“I’m shaky with excitement,” said Lisanne and held up her hand to Setira. And, to be sure, it was actually trembling. “Small wonder!” the Princess reassured her, “it is the joyful anticipation of things to come…” Lisanne nodded and glanced towards the door, through which Irdian had just re-entered. “I’d like things a bit different’” she said, betraying a hint of self-consciousness. Setira was casual. “As I said, do with him what you like!” she confirmed.
“Allright, then!” Lisanne approached the young fellow. “Not on the bed, slave – I want you to lay your head on this chair here!” She pointed to a heavy, cushioned chair. Irdian complied. He sat down with his back towards the chair and tilted his head backwards, so that it rested in a seat-ready position. “That’s how I like it, and that’s how we’ll do it!” acknowledged the girl and, without the slightest inhibition, sat her naked ass on the waiting face. Irdian’s features were squeezed tightly between her butt cheeks. “Wow! I feel his nose right at my back entrance!” Lisanne joyously exclaimed and settled her full weight on the living cushion. “And now I want to feel your tongue in front, right on my clit!” Irdian went to work immediately, although his tongue was still sore from his previous duties under Setira. He dared not betray a sign of fatigue though and tried his best to also lick this girl into a nirvana of lust.
It wasn’t long before Lisanne found her proper rhythm and moved about with deliberate abandon on his upturned face. The point of his nose made pleasurable contact with her anus, and his tongue did a marvellous job on her virgin pussy. Meanwhile, Setira squatted on the floor and patronizingly watched her friend ride herself into lustful fervour. Lisanne movements intensified and she, too, finished her ride on Irdian’s face with humping, grinding and ecstatic moans. Then she climaxed and, exhausted, sank back against the padded armrest. She remained sitting on the slave’s face, totally spent.
Setira observed that Irdian was at the end of his tether. He convulsed strangely and obviously suffered from a lack of oxygen. After all, Lisanne’s butt still firmly sealed off his air supply. Lisanne didn’t seem to notice – or failed to care. She continued sitting on him and looked at her friend with a glassy gaze: “That was so fantastic, I can’t describe it in words!” she exulted. Under her, the fellow squirmed in desperation, which fact did not escape Setira. However, she was not moved but rather experienced a renewed stimulation. “Remain sitting on him!” she blurted out, excitedly, “I want him to lose consciousness under you!”
Spurred on by her friend’s sadistic impulses Lisanne pressed down as heavily as she could and effectively sealed off the face under her. Lustfully unmoved, the two girls watched Irdian’s struggles with morbid fascination. His convulsions grew more intense, and finally his body slackened. “I guess, that’s enough for now!”… Setira was suddenly prepared to put an end to his ordeal. “Yes, after all, you don’t want to lose him,” Lisanne agreed. “Quite so, dear Lisanne! I shall be needing him still…”
With a satisfied smile Lisanne arose and freed Irdian from her body’s weight. Irdian’s eyes were unnaturally wide, and his mouth hung open. His face was smeared all over with female secretions and showed a deep red to bluish shade. His breath came in rattling gasps, but he was fully conscious. “Let him lie there and recover a bit, while we take a bath together, shall we?” Giggling mischievously, the girls set off for the bathroom.
The day of saying farewell had arrived. Lisanne and her father were to return to their family-owned estates. Already, the coach stood waiting at the palace’s front entrance, and the Count was impatient to leave. The girls were locked in a tight embrace, and tears streamed down both their cheeks. “What am to do without you?” Setira sobbed uncontrollably and clutched her friend’s shoulder. “I’ll be back, I promise!” said Lisanne, attempting to pacify her. “This time it won’t be so long before I return. I’ll talk my father into visiting you at springtime!” “Yes, please do! I am so looking forward to that!” A final, fleeting kiss – and the two had to part.
When the coach drew forward, Lisanne sadly waved from the window. Setira stood at the gate and failed to hold back her tears. The King put his arm around her: “Don’t cry, darling! I know how heavy your heart must be. Maybe it will console you to hear that Lisanne will be visiting us in spring again. But then for a longer stay… for two weeks on end! Her father has some travelling to do and cannot take her with him.” On this, Setira embraced her father with a violent sob of relief: “Oh, daddy, I’m so glad to hear that!”
About a week later Setira lounged on her bed in a dreamy mood. Lost in thought she reflected on the past days of Lisanne’s company. She phantasized about what they would do when Lisanne came around for a full two-week’s stay during spring, and contemplated new and wicked games they would be staging with Irdian. At the moment her slave was ill and ran a temperature. He had not been allowed out of the servants’ quarters for quite some time now. Anyhow, for the present Setira preferred being alone and let her mind wander at leisure.
What the Princess did not know was that Irdian had already been proclaimed well two days ago. At this very moment his face was being crushed by the Queen’s formidable ass. Setira had been telling her mother quite often of Irdian’s special talents.
Too often, in fact…
The End
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A Facesitting Fairytale by W.H.Posnif
Translation by Armin
This story was prominently inspired by Jim Galding’s excellent narratives
King Goodheart was a wise and fatherly tribune and thus much acclaimed by his subjects. His rule was marked by justice and benevolence. The people appreciated having such a popular and understanding monarch.
Unfortunately his daughter completely lacked these positive and humane traits. The pretty, blond young lady was a spiteful and capricious person. Sie loved terrorizing her environment and took every opportunity of tormenting the staff.
On the day of her 18th birthday the King granted her a long-cherished wish: a personal slave of her own. He was well aware of his daughter’s negative characteristics and had hesitated for a long time to fulfil her desire. For, in his wisdom, he was convinced that a slave would have a hard time under his offspring. However, since the Queen, a beautiful and very authoritarian woman, supported the Princess’s wish and never failed to urge him on, he finally gave in. Moreover, he loved his daughter dearly and couldn’t deny her any wish in the long run.
And so it came to pass that the young lady was allowed to pick her own personal slave from a from a host of male servants at the Court. After lengthy consideration she decided on Irdian, a young fellow who had thus far been responsible for looking after the palace’s pot plants. Apart from that, the ladies-in-waiting loved to pick him as an errand-boy.
On the eve of her birthday Princess Setira was given custody over her new slave. The fellow was taken into her chambers, where he awaited his new Mistress with beating heart. About half an hour of anxious waiting passed before Setira entered the room. The slave respectfully stood before her with bowed head. Sie looked him over haughtily and brusquely said: “What are you standing around for? Come on, get on your knees, I am your new Mistress and your fate now rests with me!”
Cowed by this unfriendly address he sank onto his knees and hardly dared to look up at her. However, that was his first mistake already. The Princess approached him and brutally yanked up his head by the hair. “Look at me, when I speak to you. How dare you ignore my beauty in this way!” She wasn’t only full of whims but also very conceited. Her rooms were packed with mirrors, so that she could continuously admire herself. True, she was a very pretty girl. Her figure was slender, but already showed feminine forms. Her face, resembling that of an angel, and the long and wavy blond hair hardly gave a clue of the evil nature behind that beautiful façade.
She forced his head backwards by the hair, so that he had to look up from a prone position. “You good-for-nothing miserable worm ,” she hissed contemptuously, und spat right into his face, “you are going to be a mere object for me, to use as I see fit. Many years did I have to wait for this pleasure. But now the time has come.” As a matter of fact she had already clamoured for her own slave as a ten-year-old child - but her father had always shunned away from this step because of her youth.
She released the young slave’s head and pushed him away. “I don’t want to see you here again before an hour’s time. In the meantime take a bath and have the ladies-in-waiting fit you out with new clothes. I want to have a clean slave who is not insulting in his appearance!” Slinking away bewildered, the young fellow sought to abide by his Mistress’s instructions.
“I’m not so sure if it was the right thing to put our daughter in charge of this young fellow,” said the King, a bit troubled. He looked out of the window, where young lasses were playing around on the lawn. They were daughters of the ladies-in-waiting and obviously had lots of fun in their togetherness. The Princess always refused to take part in these games. It was below her dignity to socialise with the other girls.
“Why not? Don’t you worry, she will know her limits,” the Queen reassured him. “Do you really think so?” The King remained sceptical. “Absolutely,” his wife nodded convincingly. “Well, we’ll see… but we should keep an eye on her. She is a proper little devil, you know… “ The Queen smiled and patted her consort’s head. “You should really stop worrying. I’ll take care of the matter, I promise.” “Allright, so be it then”, the King agreed, although his heart was filled with doubt.
*
One evening, a few months after the Princess’s birthday, the Queen entered her daughter’s chambers. She wished to bring her the good news that one of her horses had foaled. But she looked around in vain; neither Setira nor her slave were anywhere in sight. The Queen stepped into the beautiful conservatory, which made up the closing tract on the one side. There, a bizarre surprise awaited the Queen: She noticed her daughter, sitting on one of the stools, with her frocks gathered up. This in itself would have been nothing special if the face of her slave had not formed the seat beneath the young girl’s formidable backside. Unconcerned she sat on her living cushion and combed her blond hair. It didn’t seem to worry her in the least that the man under her butt desperately tried to continue breathing. His face was stuck between her slightly plump buttocks, and only her silken underwear prevented it from being forced in there even deeper. For a moment the Queen was unsure as to how she should react. The Princess had not become aware of her presence yet, and so the Queen decided to rather leave the conservatory unnoticed.
On the one hand she was taken aback by the consequent manner in which Setira made use of her slave but, at the same time, she was also fascinated by the scene she had witnessed. It was no coincidence that Setira was so cruel. Her mother, too, enjoyed tormenting men under her. Time and again male members of the domestic staff were taken to her rooms at night to serve her. They were coerced into silence on the threat of heavy penalties. The Queen preferred games which left no marks but still were most strenuous and excruciating. The apparent compassion of her daughter to sit on the faces of slaves also numbered among her favourites. Of course, her backside was much more voluminous than that of her daughter, and many a fellow had already lost his consciousness beneath her merciless buttocks in the course of an endless sitting.
Still, her curiosity had now been aroused, and so she turned back to continue watching the spectacle. Cautiously, she opened the door for a tiny angle and was just in time to see the Princess releasing the slave from his awkward position. She raised her rear and … looked down on his reddened face. “You look like a tomato! And now thank me that you were allowed to smell the butt of your Princess! I never granted that favour to anyone before!” “Thank you, Mistress, that I was permitted to smell your rear,” the fellow croaked hoarsely. The lack of air had nearly robbed him of his voice. “I think you will be granted this favour again soon, though I shall be contemplating certain improvements to suit me even better!” the girl ominously announced and sent him away.
On leaving the conservatory Irdian encountered the Queen at the door. “Stop!” she said and forced him to hold his step. She took his purple-coloured face into her hands and deeply looked into his fearful eyes. “Yes, I see my daughter knows how to handle fellows like you…” And, with that, she inflicted a painful tweeze on his nose, but he dared not cry out in pain. She released the man and ordered him to proceed to the bathroom.
Meanwhile, the Princess had followed up and smiled at her. “I sat on his face, mother! Oh, it’s wonderful, possessing a slave of one’s own.” “Yes, I know,” the Queen nodded, and straightened her daughter’s dress.
Winter had come and, as every year, the King invited a number of landlords and their families to his castle just before Christmas. The noblemen invariably arrived with a large following and were accomodated in a side tract of the main building. As usual, Count Walther von Mehring was accompanied by his daughter Lisanne, who was of the same age as the Princess. She, too, was a very attractive lass, a classy young lady with pitchblack hair. She was the only one in the realm who could boast of being befriended with the Princess. Both girls had the same interests and got along extremely well.
Setira had heard of her friend’s arrival and happily rushed down to the reception hall. She welcomed Lisanne with a warm embrace. The two hadn’t seen each other for quite some time, and there was a lot to talk about. “My father gave me a snowhite foal on my sixteenth birthday,” Lisanne proudly announced. “That’s nothing, what do you think I got for my birthday? Huh?” Setira looked at the Princess scrutinizingly. “Uh, I don’t know… a pet also, perhaps?” “No, something far better: I now have a personal slave. What do you say?” Lisanne was genuinely surprised. “A slave – just for you? That is truly a fantastic gift!” she exclaimed in unreserved appreciation. “And I can do with him as I please. He must follow orders all the time and is not allowed to argue. Surely, we’ll have a lot of fun with him!” “We? Does that mean he’ll have to serve me as well?” “Of course, as long as you are my guest, he will also be your slave!” Lisanne was delighted. “Oh, I’m really looking forward to that, dear friend!” In high spirits the girls hurried to Setira’s rooms.
It was late at night, when the Queen awoke. She had dreamt badly and found it hard to fall asleep again. And, as so frequently, she was overcome by the desire to use one of the servants for her intimate pleasures. The King slept in a room of his own, as his loud snoring interfered with his wife’s slumber. The Queen rang for her chambermaid and ordered the girl to bring a fellow named Sanbert to her room. He was one of the King’s errand-boys and the Queen’s favourite victim, since he he showed great stamina when performing the oral services so cherished by the Queen. Sanbert could thus easily guess what was in store for him. Drowsily, he entered the Queen’s chambers. “Look alive, man, your Queen hates to be kept waiting!” The Queen’s reception was gruff, as always. He knelt down before her and kissed her feet. He knew what was in store for him – the Queen always came to the point very quickly. When he rose, he was treated to the first slap on his left cheek – then, in quick succession, right, left, right, left, and so on. With a sadistic smile, the Queen dished out about twenty slaps. This ceremony, most unpleasant for the man, served to heighten the Queen’s lust. She relished the sight of his face, now distorted with pain. “Well, come on, move to the back!” he was ordered. Quickly, he knelt behind his tormentress, slipped up her silken nightdress, carefully pulled down her panty and pressed his face between her massive buttocks. She parted the asscheeks with her hands. An spicy smell filled his nostrils. “Well, what do you have a tongue for? Do you want to keep me waiting?” The Queen impatiently demanded his oral services. The fellow began licking the royal anus, softly at first, then more energetically. A satisfied moan came from the Queen. But this was merely the foreplay. “Now let’s really get going!” She ordered Sanbert to lie down on the bed. Then she climbed on top of him and positioned her beautiful ass right on his face, pulling apart her buttocks in the process. She seated herself in skilled fashion, so that his nose was wedged into her anus, while her pussy rested on his tongue. She moved about a bit to find the most comfortable position and then indicated her readiness to the licking slave. With her full weight she sat down on his face, as befitted a Queen. His entire head was practically swallowed up by her mighty butt cheeks.
Sanbert tried his best to come up to the Queen’s expectations. The bodyweight of the stout woman pressed heavily onto his face. Totally inconsiderate of her slave’s needs she sat on him and enjoyed the gentle services of his eager tongue with soft moans. Once again, the poor chap was in for a long and strenuous night…
Ever since Setira had Lisanne with her, the Princess appeared a changed person. She was more cheerful and, as for her erratic fancies, the servant complement presently enjoyed a period of respite. Her entire attention was focused upon Lisanne. The two girls rode out together, played in the royal gardens and chatted about a multitude of things. Setira’s personal slave, Irdian, was always at beck and call, and studiously looked after the needs of his Mistress and her friend.
The two girls were seated at the edge of the big pond, letting their legs dangle in the pleasantly warm water. “Tonight, I’ll present my slave to you,” Setira announced. “But… I know him already,” Lisanne retorted, a bit uncertain. “Well, you’ve met him, but you haven’t yet experienced the pleasant uses one can put him to,” the Princess indicated with an air of promise. Lisanne frowned: “Pleasant uses? What on earth do you mean?” Setira took her friend’s hand with a conspirational smile: “We’ll have lots of fun, just you wait!” A fleeting glance to Irdian was enough to have the slave rush forward eagerly with the towels for drying the girls’ feet. “I’m hungry, shall we go?” Setira felt her tummy growling expectantly. “Oh, yes, the ride gave me an appetite, too!” her friend agreed and, amid laughing chatter, the two young ladies made for the dining-hall.
Setira’s parents had already taken their place at the table. The King smiled, when he observed the girls approaching cheerfully. “Did you have a nice day?” he asked. “Oh yes, father, it was fabulous!. I have no better friend in the world than Lisanne!” The Princess was in bubbling spirits. “I’m glad to see you two having so much fun together,” said the Queen, visibly content with developments. She was in a good mood, too, having spent the previous night most pleasantly, with her slave tongueing her to utter satisfaction. He had been under her ass for some two hours and was nearly suffocated, when she released him from his duties.
“Come along, eat, drink, and be merry!” the King beckoned to the girls, who tucked in with a hearty appetite at the sight of all the delicacies. “Why can’t Lisanne stay with us for good?” Setira addressed her parents between two mouthfuls. “Because her father would surely not leave her here by herself’” the King replied. “That is true, unfortunately,” Lisanne nodded, “my father wouldn’t leave me on my own anywhere in the world!”
“She’s right there!” a deep voice boomed from the door. Count Walther von Mehring had entered the hall unnoticed. He was a handsome man and an intimate friend of the royal family. “Lisanne is my one and only – I shall forever protect her. I’m bound to – having promised my wife on her death-bed that I would always be looking after Lisanne!” The Count still mourned the passing-away of his wife, some two years ago. He took place beside his daughter and lovingly took her hand in his own. “One day I shall no longer be able to protect you, and that thought strikes fear into my heart,” he said, in a serious mood, stroking her hair. “You don’t have to worry about me, father,” Lisanne said reassuringly, “I’m old enough to look after myself!” “Well, the time will surely come,” the Count mused gloomily and began with his meal. - - - “Let’s try and make the best possible use of the few days that you are still staying with us,” Setira whispered to her friend. “Oh yes, for sure!” Lisanne agreed, whereupon Setira auspiciously glanced towards her slave, who stood waiting at the entrance…
The opulent supper had satiated the girls and put them in a lazy mood. “I’ve had too much to eat!” Lisanne moaned and rolled her pretty brown eyes. “Same here. I don’t feel so well either,” Setira joined in, “my tummy feels like an oversize balloon!” The girls lounged on the Princess’s large bed, while Irdian stood in readiness and fanned them some fresh air. “Phew, I think I’ll have to break a wind!” Lisanne announced, laughingly. At that, Setira suddenly jumped up. “Wait, I have an idea!” she said and motioned towards her slave. “Come here and lie down on the bed, next to us!” she ordered. Irdian did as he was told. “Face up!” came the next command. Lisanne looked at her friend and enquired: “What are you up to, Setira?” The Princess’s face suddenly took on a strangely lustful expression. “Now we’ll have some fun! Sit down on my slave’s face and fart right into his nose!” “In his nose? But that must be terrible for him…” “What are you worried about a slave’s feelings? He is mine – and yours now as well. We can do with him whatever we like! Let him smell your flatulence - that should be a real blast!’
A smile flickered across Lisanne’s face. “If you really think so… Well, it might be quite funny to relieve myself right into his nose…” “Of course! He’ll have to smell your wind, whether he likes it or not!” “Okay, I’ll sit down on his face,” Lisanne made up her mind and climbed onto the slave’s prostrate figure. “Pull up your skirt, so that he’ll get it properly,” Setira encouraged her friend. Lisanne willingly complied and positioned her somewhat plump backside on the slave’s face. “Sit down real comfortably, you needn’t have to worry about him!” Setira urged her on, noticing her friend’s slight hesitation. Reassured, Lisanne now sat down squarely on the fellow’s upturned face. “And now – let go!” Hardly had Setira said this, when a rumbling noise was heard. “I did it! I did it! Right in his nose! He’s now forced to smell everything!” Lisanne shouted, still a bit self-conscious. “Yes, that he must!” The girls watched Irdian squirm under Lisanne’s bottom. He battled against nausea, since the girl’s wind had a particularly overwhelming stench. “That must have been the bean salad,” Lisanne tried to account for the unpleasant odour and curled her nose in disgust. “Yes, but sooo fitting for a slave’s nose!” Setira joked. Lisanne made no attempt to give up her seat. “I like this, you know. I’ve never sat on a face before! His nose feels so pleasantly stimulating in my asshole!” Lisanne blushed slightly. The Princess agreed: “Yes, it’s a most pleasurable feeling! I promised you we’d have a lot of fun with my slave, didn’t I?”
The fellow now lay quietly under Lisanne. She lifted her bum slightly to allow him some fresh air. “No need for that,” Setira gestured towards the prostrate slave, “I’ve trained him well. He can survive for hours with an ass on his face before suffocating!” “You’re so right – after all, he’s only a slave!” Lisanne was quick in adopting the domineering philosophy of her royal friend. With a defiant air she once again plumped her backside onto the face of her living cushion and draped her skirt around his head. A quiet moan was audible, then silence prevailed under her.
The girls resorted to some lively chatter, and Lisanne made no effort to abandon her comfortable seat on the slave’s face. “Could I ask you something, dear…?” she enquired, with an air of embarassment. “Have you ever been sitting on him…ahh… otherwise?” Setira failed to catch her meaning: “How – otherwise?” “Well…uhm…I mean, without your skirt and panty…” “Oh, naked, you mean?” Setira brought it to the point. “Yes, exactly!” “Of course!!! After all, he’s got a tongue to boot and can give a girl lots of pleasure!” “You mean, he inserts his tongue in the spot now seated on his nose?” “Not only there – his tongue also feels wonderful in your pussy!” Enraptured by pleasurable recollections Setira’s eyes turned dreamy. Lisanne showed a sudden eagerness: “Have you done tthat with him already?” “But of course, my dear, you only sit on his nose as a prelude!” Setira laughed, while Lisanne hardly believed her ears. “His tongue is not merely inserted at the most sensitive spots, no, he will also lick you there properly!” Lisanne’s cheeks turned rosy in excited anticipation. “Really? He licks you in all the sweet spots?” “Naturally! That’s what a slave is there for – he is to serve you and give you pleasure, what else?!”
Lisanne reflectively glanced at the slave’s body under her. “When I think about such things, I’m getting real hot…” A lustful smile streaked across her face. “I would surely love to try it out…” She looked at her friend with an unspoken question on her lips. “Well, of course! Who else would I lend my slave to for such services than my best friend?” Setira began to unbutton her blouse. “Let’s undress and have some real fun with the chap, shall we?” “Oooh yes!” Lisanne agreed enthusiastically and plucked her ass from Irdian’s face. He presented a miserable sight. His face was squashed, the lines of Lisanne’s panty ran right across his features. It was obvious that he had suffered under her butt. “See how he looks? As if he had been smothered!” Setira chuckled. “Mind you, I’ve often seen him this way!”
Swiftly, the two girls discarded their clothing and now faced their helpless victim in the nude. Setira was tall, with a magnificent, slender body. Her breasts were medium-sized and her butt, though not massive, was well-sculpted. Lisanne, somewhat smaller, was more on the chubby side, with a large bosom and a meaty, yet appetizingly well-rounded backside.
Irdian lustfully eyed these heavenly creatures. He knew that he would now have to serve under their delicious bodies for a long time. Still, he yearned to have a more active part in matters, and felt his cock stiffen up dangerously. Setira was the first to discover his erection. “What’s the idea, you scum?” she yelled at him, jumped on his chest and smacked his face. “You are to serve us and not have randy feelings, you pig!” Again and again her hand struck his cheeks, and she tore at his hair with merciless abandon. Lisanne followed the scene with some irritation at first, but then with growing fascination. “Why, you can really do anythimg to him!” she said, admiringly. “I didn’t know you also beat him!” “That’s what they need sometimes!” said the the Princess, vindicating her violent action. She had meanwhile slid up higher on Irdian’s body, so that his head was now firmly enveloped by her thighs. She squeezed with all her might, so that only his nose and mouth were still visible, contorted to an O-shape by the pressure. “Just watch, how silly he now looks!” Setira made fun of Irdian’s awkward position. Lisanne moved closer and also studied the fellow’s deformed features with interest. “He looks like a frog, doesn’t he?” “True, just like a frog! He’s a frog, a frog! Croak! Croak! Croak!” The girls were uncontrollably amused by the young slave’s plight.
“Now I want to feel your tongue, slave!” Setira slid up further until Irdian’s mouth was properly positioned under her pussy. “Come on, come on!” and she pressed down on him demandingly, in anticipation of Irdian's services. The slave started with his oral duty the way his Mistress liked it: slowly and gently at first, then picking up in strength and speed. In time, his tongue’s movements worked up to a wild staccato. The girl on top of him cramped up in sheer lust and moaned ecstatically. Lisanne, sitting beside her, felt her own pussy moistening. The sight was simply too lewd to behold. She had so far never experienced an erotic encounter of any kind. The Princess had meanwhile adapted her movements to the rhythm of the slave’s tongue and rode forward to a mind-blowing orgasm on his face. A long and high-pitched wail signalled her climax. She threw back her head, so that her long, blond hair swayed as in a gale. Then she slumped forward and remained sitting on Irdian’s face with lowered head, panting wildly and supporting her hands on his forehead. “Oh, how fantastic this was again!” she uttered with a thin voice.
Lisanne gently patted her friend’s head. “Wow, it was super only watching you! I never knew something like this was possible!” Setira looked at her friend: “You need not restrict yourself to watching… His face is yours. Use him, as you think fit!” With these words she lifted her backside from Irdian’s face. He was a pitiful sight indeed: His face, red as a tomato, was wet and smeared all over with feminine juices. “Go and wash your dirty mug!” Setira ordered, and let him rise. The poor fellow, visibly shaken, got to his feet and reeled towards the door. Setira stretched lazily, like a kitten after its nap. Ahhh… I feel great!” she called out in unreserved satisfaction.
“I’m shaky with excitement,” said Lisanne and held up her hand to Setira. And, to be sure, it was actually trembling. “Small wonder!” the Princess reassured her, “it is the joyful anticipation of things to come…” Lisanne nodded and glanced towards the door, through which Irdian had just re-entered. “I’d like things a bit different’” she said, betraying a hint of self-consciousness. Setira was casual. “As I said, do with him what you like!” she confirmed.
“Allright, then!” Lisanne approached the young fellow. “Not on the bed, slave – I want you to lay your head on this chair here!” She pointed to a heavy, cushioned chair. Irdian complied. He sat down with his back towards the chair and tilted his head backwards, so that it rested in a seat-ready position. “That’s how I like it, and that’s how we’ll do it!” acknowledged the girl and, without the slightest inhibition, sat her naked ass on the waiting face. Irdian’s features were squeezed tightly between her butt cheeks. “Wow! I feel his nose right at my back entrance!” Lisanne joyously exclaimed and settled her full weight on the living cushion. “And now I want to feel your tongue in front, right on my clit!” Irdian went to work immediately, although his tongue was still sore from his previous duties under Setira. He dared not betray a sign of fatigue though and tried his best to also lick this girl into a nirvana of lust.
It wasn’t long before Lisanne found her proper rhythm and moved about with deliberate abandon on his upturned face. The point of his nose made pleasurable contact with her anus, and his tongue did a marvellous job on her virgin pussy. Meanwhile, Setira squatted on the floor and patronizingly watched her friend ride herself into lustful fervour. Lisanne movements intensified and she, too, finished her ride on Irdian’s face with humping, grinding and ecstatic moans. Then she climaxed and, exhausted, sank back against the padded armrest. She remained sitting on the slave’s face, totally spent.
Setira observed that Irdian was at the end of his tether. He convulsed strangely and obviously suffered from a lack of oxygen. After all, Lisanne’s butt still firmly sealed off his air supply. Lisanne didn’t seem to notice – or failed to care. She continued sitting on him and looked at her friend with a glassy gaze: “That was so fantastic, I can’t describe it in words!” she exulted. Under her, the fellow squirmed in desperation, which fact did not escape Setira. However, she was not moved but rather experienced a renewed stimulation. “Remain sitting on him!” she blurted out, excitedly, “I want him to lose consciousness under you!”
Spurred on by her friend’s sadistic impulses Lisanne pressed down as heavily as she could and effectively sealed off the face under her. Lustfully unmoved, the two girls watched Irdian’s struggles with morbid fascination. His convulsions grew more intense, and finally his body slackened. “I guess, that’s enough for now!”… Setira was suddenly prepared to put an end to his ordeal. “Yes, after all, you don’t want to lose him,” Lisanne agreed. “Quite so, dear Lisanne! I shall be needing him still…”
With a satisfied smile Lisanne arose and freed Irdian from her body’s weight. Irdian’s eyes were unnaturally wide, and his mouth hung open. His face was smeared all over with female secretions and showed a deep red to bluish shade. His breath came in rattling gasps, but he was fully conscious. “Let him lie there and recover a bit, while we take a bath together, shall we?” Giggling mischievously, the girls set off for the bathroom.
The day of saying farewell had arrived. Lisanne and her father were to return to their family-owned estates. Already, the coach stood waiting at the palace’s front entrance, and the Count was impatient to leave. The girls were locked in a tight embrace, and tears streamed down both their cheeks. “What am to do without you?” Setira sobbed uncontrollably and clutched her friend’s shoulder. “I’ll be back, I promise!” said Lisanne, attempting to pacify her. “This time it won’t be so long before I return. I’ll talk my father into visiting you at springtime!” “Yes, please do! I am so looking forward to that!” A final, fleeting kiss – and the two had to part.
When the coach drew forward, Lisanne sadly waved from the window. Setira stood at the gate and failed to hold back her tears. The King put his arm around her: “Don’t cry, darling! I know how heavy your heart must be. Maybe it will console you to hear that Lisanne will be visiting us in spring again. But then for a longer stay… for two weeks on end! Her father has some travelling to do and cannot take her with him.” On this, Setira embraced her father with a violent sob of relief: “Oh, daddy, I’m so glad to hear that!”
About a week later Setira lounged on her bed in a dreamy mood. Lost in thought she reflected on the past days of Lisanne’s company. She phantasized about what they would do when Lisanne came around for a full two-week’s stay during spring, and contemplated new and wicked games they would be staging with Irdian. At the moment her slave was ill and ran a temperature. He had not been allowed out of the servants’ quarters for quite some time now. Anyhow, for the present Setira preferred being alone and let her mind wander at leisure.
What the Princess did not know was that Irdian had already been proclaimed well two days ago. At this very moment his face was being crushed by the Queen’s formidable ass. Setira had been telling her mother quite often of Irdian’s special talents.
Too often, in fact…
The End
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