The Sleeping Beauty - a fairy tale for grown-ups.
There was consternation all over the land, for, after many years, the Queen had decided to have a baby. At the time of her marriage to the King, the Wicked Fairy had cursed the marriage, casting a spell that if an heir were to be born, both the Queen and the new-born baby would die. For many years, the Kind Fairies had tried to work out how to get around this spell.
No such spell could ever be removed except by the originator, but it was sometimes possible to find loop-holes and work-arounds that gave an acceptable solution. In this case, the best they had been able to do was to get the King to decree that no female offspring could inherit the Kingdom; this might, at least, allow them to have a daughter. Afterwards, the King could enable the Princess to marry a Prince from another land, to rule the Kingdom after the King died. Although spells had been used to ensure that only a female child could be conceived, there was still a risk, for they did not know precisely how the wicked spell would work. It could be that Queen or baby, or even both, would still die.
All went well, however, at the birth: a lovely, healthy baby girl was born, and the Queen quickly recovered from her labour. The King and Queen were so relieved and overjoyed at this that they decreed a great celebration for the naming-day of the new Princess. All the Kind Fairies would, of course, come to the celebration, but they hoped to keep the Wicked Fairy from knowing about it.
As the celebrations got under way, the King proclaimed that the name of the little Princess was "Beauty". Then each of the Kind Fairies gave their gifts of benign spells to the little Princess. One gave long life, another gave the ability to give birth to heirs of both sexes and another the ability to raise them to adult-hood, another gave good health, there was also enduring love, extraordianry beauty and great strength of character.
But, of course, the Wicked Fairy got to hear of the celebrations. She arrived late. She was in a terrible temper because she had just discovered that a way had been found around her previous spell, because they had tried to hide the celebration of the baby's naming-day from her, because the Kind Fairies had gifted their spells first and because she had been delayed on the way.
She quickly found out what benign spells had been put in place. She thought for a few moments: she could not do anything that conflicted with the spells already in place, for they would remain, but she could try to find a way around them. In moments, this is what she screamed: "at her first orgasm, she will go into a deep and lifeless coma along with everybody else in the land."
Only one of the kind Fairies remained even-headed enough to call out: "If the Princess recovers from this, you will never again be able to cast a wicked spell!"
The Wicked Fairy departed as the others stood shocked into silence. As she left, this enigmatic cry was heard: "Beware of the spindle!" But few heard it, and those that heard took no notice, for only one naming-day spell could be given, and that had already been done; this was not a spell.
Everybody gasped at the diabolical simplicity and awfulness of the Wicked Fairy's spell. The Princess would remain alive, because an earlier spell decreed this. She would be physically capable of producing heirs, but without the sexual act, which could never now be risked for fear of orgasm, she could never conceive. The spells for health and beauty would enable her to remain in perfect physical condition in this coma, but would not protect the others in the land. The Wicked Fairy had not decreed that she could not be awoken, but there would be nobody around to wake her if everybody else in the land was also in a coma.
"But what," one of them said, "about the spells for love and strength of character, could not these be used in some positive way to overcome this curse?" So they started to plan how to make the most of the slender chance offered by these spells.
The first step was to ensure the complete absence of any possibility of early orgasms in her life. Many quite young children learn to do this quite by accident, and this had to be avoided at all cost. Whilst the child was in nappies, it was reasonably easy: some care had to be taken when she was bathed or changed, that she did not touch herself nor rub her legs together. But it was quickly realised that, once she started growing up and mixing with other children, it would cause many problems if she felt herself to be treated very differently.
Until that time, sex had been a matter for openness and acceptance amongst everybody. Children well before puberty would fall in love and engage in sex-play completely without inhibition. Often, they would marry at or soon after puberty and immediately start to bear children, for they found that the younger love developed, the stronger and more lasting it became. This all had to change. So that the Princess would be able to mix freely with others, henceforth all children would have to grow up in ignorance of sex and orgasm. They would be prevented from engaging in sex-play of any kind until adult-hood.
Chastity-belts were invented. They were fitted onto children when they came out of nappies, and were changed for a succession of larger sizes as the child grew. These chastity-belts were not simply devices for preventing intercourse, but were tight-fitting over the crotch to ensure that no genital stimulation of any kind could occur, even by accident.
Parents were saddened at having to do this, for they loved their children and liked to see them playing happily and without constraint. But they recognised and respected the necessity, for they loved the little Princess. They also hated the Wicked Fairy and were confident that, if they did what was needed, she would never again be a threat to them. They did not know what the plan was, for if anybody but one of the Kind Fairies knew the details, then it would be known to the Wicked Fairy and she could act to interfere with the plan. But they had complete faith that the wisdom of the Kind Fairies would win in the end.
As the little Princess grew up, it felt natural to her to wear the chastity belt, for she had never known anything else. It had been explained to her that it could cause her great harm if anything touched that forbidden place within the crotch-shield. As she grew, she played happily with the boys and girls in the neighbourhood, for she was a kindly and likeable child, and not at all affected by her Royal status.
She knew that some of the other children cheated. They made attempts to stimulate the forbidden parts of their bodies within the chastity-belt by using straws, threads or feathers. They demanded larger sizes before they were truly necessary. They deliberately caused sores on their hips where the waist-band rested so that they would have to have a few days without the chastity-belt. Beauty, however, had such strength of character that she resisted all of these temptations. When it came to checking the fit, measuring for a larger size or cleaning within the belt, she had her attendants hold her wrists and cover her eyes so that she would not be tempted even by the sight of the parts enclosed. When, once or twice, she developed sores on the hip despite the most careful fitting, she elected to remain in bed with her wrists secured to the bed-frame and a cushion between her thighs to avoid any possibility of temptation overcoming her.
There was a custom of fostering the Royal Heirs, the Crown Princes and Princesses. They would spend a considerable amount of their upbringing away from home visiting another Royal Family in a neighbouring Kingdom to learn how to rule wisely and well. It was felt that, thus, the best examples of leadership would be shared amongst those that most needed it. Until Princess Beauty was born, there had always been a number of young heirs staying in the Royal household, because her parents had such a high reputation for just and wise leadership. The usual arrangement was for the young person to stay with the foster-family for two or three months at a time and go back home for a month or so. This would continue over several years, often from the age of nine or ten right up to marriage.
Once the Princess was out of nappies, though, the idea of their Royal Offspring having to wear a chastity belt was so objectionable to most of their royal neighbours that from that time only one Prince was fostered in this way. He arrived when she was about nine years old; he was just two years older.
He was a gentle boy, sensitive and generous. He and the Princess soon found that they got on well together. Although he perhaps found it irksome, he never complained but accepted the necessity for wearing the chastity belt, and he honoured the injunction never to tell the Princess anything of the matters that lay concealed within. He did not let her know that he had not worn it before coming to her Kingdom, nor that others back home did not have them, nor that he removed it during his returns.
They would play with the children living nearby, and then would return to the Royal household just the two of them. And when the weather was too bad to go out, or when they worked with the King, or with their tutor, then it would be just the two of them together, and they became, without noticing it, comfortable in each other's company.
One time, whilst the Prince was staying with his own family for a while, the Princess found herself strangely empty and lonely. Playing with the neighbouring children seemed to have lost much of its fun and sparkle. Her enthusiasm for her lessons dwindled and her concentration became fickle. She found herself not so much bored as unsettled.
He soon returned, sooner than usual this time, for he had specially requested an early return, having felt much the same way. At once, her liveliness and enthusiasm returned. She found herself at the same time eager for his company yet strangely shy of her feelings for him and reticent in his presence. She found herself doing things to attract his attention, to try to elicit some response from him, yet when he reacted, she became elusive and fey.
In his turn, he also seemed to be behaving unusually. He would become suddenly clumsy or embarrassed in her presence, and it was not many days before their conduct became so noticeable that their tutor felt that he had to speak to them about it.
He was understanding of youth and its development, and was able to help them to know the meaning of their feelings.
"Is this love?" replied the Princess. "I expected something quite different."
"There has been a separation, and during this separation, each of you has done things that the other has not shared. This has drawn you apart. Before that, you each knew all there was to know about the other. To reunite, to rebuild the relationship, it is important to fill in the gaps of experience. I am going to ask each of you each to write a few paragraphs describing the most important and memorable things that happened during that separation. Try to write not just the events but your own contribution, and the effect on you, how you felt, how you reacted, what you wanted to do, what you did do and why."
When they had written these things, he had each of them read the paragraphs to the other and then discuss everything. And so they started to understand the importance of sharing their experiences and their feelings. Whenever they were apart, even for an hour or two, they would make a point of spending time talking, discussing everything that had happened to them. One thing they found very important was to discuss what the other would have done in each situation. More and more they found that they gave similar answers, and this helped to cement their togetherness.
They dreaded the approach of the Prince's next visit home. They discussed the possibility of the Princess going with him, but, when they asked, this was not permitted although no reasons were stated. They each promised to keep a diary of the most important events, and of their feelings about them, and to read the entries to each other and discuss everything on their reunion. The Prince realised that, unlike his previous visits home, the chastity-belt would have to stay on. Otherwise, this would cause a diference of experience that could never be shared.
Over several years, their love grew in depth and understanding. Now, when they were together, they would kiss deeply and hug one another. More than that, they felt the need to press their loins together, feeling the hard metal pressing against their hips, thighs and bellies. They knew they wanted something, yet could not acknowledge what. As time went on, these feelings rapidly increased in strength and urgency. Shortly it was announced that, because of a crisis in his Kingdom, the Prince would have to return home for a longer break than formerly, and it was not known when he would be able to return.
They wept together, promising to record faithfully everything that happened, that they would eventually be together again and that they would not let this separation come between them. And so the Prince and Princess waved goodbye as his carriage sped away on the lonely road towards his Kingdom.
The Princess was left with a deeper sense of grief than formerly, because she could not know when the end of their separation might be. She felt, if she only knew it, frustrated, for she was at that age when the sexual yearning is at its most powerful. She became moody, irritable and impossible to please. She performed her lessons badly, ignored her former friends and wandered around annoying people.
She would go into farms and work-shops that she had never visited before, seeking novelty and entertainment. She would have people explain their jobs and occupations, and then try to do the things that they did, trying to find something to interest her, searching in vain for something to fill the aching gap in her life.
At night, she found that even her great strength of will was failing the battle against the strength of her sexual instinct. She would press her hands against the obdurate metal over her crotch, aware of a fierce need within, but not knowing what to do about it. She found herself squeezing her thighs, squeezing the internal muscles of her abdomen and fighting with the unyielding metal. In the bath she would try to run water in and out of the urinary outlet of the device. She did not know what it was that she wanted, but she knew that she wanted it very badly indeed. Worst of all, because of all the warnings she had been given about the dangers, she found that she was not able to talk about the matter to anybody.
The only hint that others felt the same way came from a chance observation in the attic of a farm where there was a spinning wheel that was used to spin flax. It was mostly used by a young girl of the same age as Beauty; they had been close friends all their lives. Beauty had been there many times before, and recently she had tried to spin some flax on the spinning-wheel although she was not very skilled at the task. One time she had crept up to the attic unannounced and unnoticed, intending to give her friend a surprise. The house was empty other than the girl. As she approached the ladder, she heard an unusual sound on top of the usual humming of the wheel and clack-creak of the treadle. She crept up the ladder. Then she noticed the sounds rising in pitch and becoming faster. Looking over the hatch, she noticed that the girl had risen from her stool and, still operating the treadle, was crouching with her skirts lifted up, pressing her chastity-belted crotch against the swiftly rotating spindle. It was this sound of the metal pin grating against the crotch-plate that had drawn her attention.
The Princess crouched low in the hatch so as not to be observed. The girl held herself there for some minutes, seemingly in a daze of intense concentration as she worked the treadle faster and faster. The Princess was immediately certain that this girl felt the same awful frustration that she felt and had found a way to ease it. Suddenly, a spasm shook the girl's body and she fell back onto her stool, panting, red about the face, her body still thrusting and working in a succession of powerful spasms. The treadle slowed to a halt. Beauty watched this in amazement and awe, knowing that something forbidden but yet strangely exciting had occurred. As the girl lay back panting, Beauty quietly crept away, not wanting the girl to know that she had been observed. After this she had often secretly spied both on this girl and on others of the same age, but had never again seen anything of a similar nature.
At night she was increasingly unable to sleep and often went out for long walks. More and more often she found her steps leading towards a nearby work-shop where there were spinning-wheels. She favoured this one because nobody lived there; the building was quite empty at night. Twice she had gone into this work-shop and gone away without trying anything. For days now she had fought with her conscience. "But," she argued with herself, "nothing will actually touch the forbidden parts, and it is that which causes the danger."
Now, she felt her need to be unstoppable. She found herself, heart pounding, inside the room in front of the same type of wheel that the girl had used. She turned the wheel and worked the treadle, awkwardly at first. Soon she had it clacking away and crouched where her crotch-plate could rub gently on the spindle. It was slightly out of true and sent a tingling, pulsating vibration through the metal and into her groin. She started back, terrified by the intensity of the feeling, yet felt even more strongly impelled to start again. It produced a delightful tingling sensation, and a strange and tremendous pressure began to rise up within her. She pumped the treadle faster, and the pressure continued to rise seemingly to an impossible intensity. She screamed aloud as the marvellous, exciting, forbidden sensations suddenly overflowed and overwhelmed her. And that was the last thing she remembered as she fell to the floor, unconscious, in a deep, deep coma.
At the same moment, so did everybody else in the kingdom. The time had come. The wicked spell had been activated and was doing its terrible work.
Each day, a small contingent of soldiers from the Prince's Kingdom would come over the mountain pass to visit the first dwelling inside Beauty's Kingdom. Their job was to check that the couple that lived there was alive and well. They would then return the next day to report progress. If the spell had acted, they might be caught and go into a coma as soon as they entered the Kingdom, or they might be immune, but find the couple in a coma: the precise effect of the spell could not be predicted. Their failure to report back on this day meant that they had fallen to the spell. This was the sign for the Prince to act to rescue his love.
He took a tremendous risk, for nobody could know precisely how the spell would affect him. Since the spell about love had been put in place before the wicked spell, most of the Kind Fairies considered that the love he shared with her would make him, alone of all the world, immune. Nobody, however, could be certain. He prepared for a journey on foot and alone, his satchel full of food for a long journey. A small contingent of soldiers and horses accompanied him to the pass.
At the water-shed of the pass he led the way and held up his hand to stop the others when he saw soldiers lifeless on the ground ahead. He hesitated, then thought of his Beauty. He stepped forward, for he decided that if he was not immune, he would rather be wherever she was than alone for the rest of his life. He found himself tingling all over from the strength of the spell, but able to function. He attached ropes to the unconscious soldiers and supported their heads as his contingent pulled them to safety. They awoke, groggy and exhausted from a night in the open without shelter.
A horse was led over the spell-line, but it dropped lifeless to the ground and had to be rescued in the same way. He knew, then, that he would be alone and on foot in his rescue mission.
Once he knew that the rescued soldiers and horse would recover, he went forward into the spell-bound land. Normally it was a two day ride in the coach, but on foot it took nearly four. He hardly stopped, for he was afraid that if he slept he might not wake up again. He reached Beauty's home and went inside, looking for her. But he saw nobody except in the bed-rooms where they had gone straight from sleep into coma. He looked in her room, and it was clear from the rumpled bed that she had got up and gone walking in the dead of the night. He wondered where she could have gone, searching for a means of slaking her frustration. He searched every room in the house but found nobody. He feared that she might have hidden herself carefully, feeling ashamed of her needs.
He searched all that day and still he did not find her. As darkness came and searching became impossible, he lay down in her bed to think, deeply tired and frustrated. He did not intend to sleep, but after four days without, sleep quickly overcame him.
He awoke as dawn broke. He seemed to remember a dream: a dream as of long ago, of a naming-day, and a Wicked Fairy, and a curse. He knew that he had been at that naming-day celebration, although being only two years old, he had no conscious memory of it. The dream seemed vivid and real, as if it was the memory of events that had happened only moments before. And he seemed to remember from his dream the parting words of that Wicked Fairy: "Beware of the spindle!" Was this a message, help of a strange kind or was it a hidden memory surfacing? What was a spindle? Where would he find one? A spinning-wheel!
He went out, remembering the various farms and work-shops in the neighbourhood. He remembered three work-shops with spinning wheels, and several homes that had them. He went first to the biggest work-shop, and looked carefully around: nothing. The next was closer to Beauty's home; perhaps he should have looked there first, but again he found nothing. The third was smaller and farther away, but, unusually, nobody lived over the work-shop. One of the spinning-wheels, was tipped over on its side. He went closer, for it was tucked into the darkest corner of an ell-shaped room. There he found a figure lying on the ground as if dead: beautiful, Beauty, his Beauty. He picked her up. She was warm, still breathing, but lifeless and inert in his arms.
Remembering the advice he had been given, he held her close and hugged her and kissed her, deeply, lovingly, his tongue probing her mouth; but still she remained lifeless and inert. He carried her back to her room. How to revive her? He was at a loss. Perhaps in her coma she could not feel love.
Since returning to his home, he had not removed his chastity belt, wanting to remain in a state to renew his relationship with Beauty. Despite the chastity-belt, he had learned about the responses of his own body. He had reached the orgasm, for even with a chastity-belt on, instinct requires a young man past puberty to ejaculate. He had recognised how important the orgasm was. He had received explanations from others on all such matters. How he wanted to share this knowledge and experience with her! And somebody had once informed him that, if all else fails, an orgasm can sometimes bring a person out of a coma. But how was he to make this happen to Beauty with her belt in the way?
He went in search of the key. Would it be in her father's room? Or perhaps that of her mother? He searched thoroughly, but could not find it. What about the nurse that looked after matters of hygiene and the fitting of the belt? He went to her room and searched everywhere but still he could not find the key. Almost a day had passed in fruitless search, and the matter was becoming urgent. Beauty was immune to deterioration from the effects of the coma, but the others were not, some were getting decidedly smelly with urine and faeces, and all were suffering signs of dehydration. It had been five days already; they could not survive much longer. Should he get metal working tools and cut the chastity belt off her? Should he search again?
He looked at the belt, and at the little tube for the urine to flow out. He had been told of many different ways to give an orgasm to a woman. The crotch-plate was a tight fit against her body. He put his lips to the tube and started sucking and blowing, rhythmically. Nothing seemed to happen at first, but he kept the action going strongly, sucking and blowing on that little hole, sensing that the flesh within expanded and contracted. It seemed to take for ever with nothing happening. He was nearly ready to give up when, suddenly, her body was no longer quite limp. He continued steadily, and her breathing rate increased, her thighs started to tense, her belly started to contract. Suddenly, a tremendous series of spasms shook her whole body. She let out a cry and a moan, and her belly was heaving, pulsating, her hips rising, pressing the crotch-plate painfully against his mouth. He stopped, moved and started to kiss her firmly and deeply on the lips.
And that was the first thing she remembered as she woke up, his lips kissing her whilst it seemed that the spasms and pulsations of her first orgasm were still alive and moving within her. She sobbed and wept to see him, not understanding what had happened nor why she was back in her own room, (had she dreamt of the spinning-wheel?), but happy anyway.
All over the house; all over the land, people were waking up. Many were in a dreadful state, starved and thirsty, dirty and sore from the rank excreta they lay in. Many had awful pressure-sores from lying in one position for many days. They had to administer first-aid to many hungry, thirsty and weak people before those in turn could help others. For days they worked together, getting no sleep until everything was under control again. Then they slept for a day and a night and all the next day, side-by-side, entwined and loving but still encased in the chastity-belts.
It was a full month before everybody affected had recovered enough that they could hold the marriage ceremony. There had been a few casualties: the old, sick and those that had not been found soon enough, and first there had to be a period of mourning.
The young couple elected to continue to wear the chastity-belts until the marriage. They could not explain why they felt that they needed to do this, and certainly nobody required it of them any more, but the belts had somehow become an integral part of their relationship. And so it seemed right that the culmination of the marriage ceremony should be the exchange of chastity-belt keys.
This was immediately followed by their departure to the private chamber set aside and prepared for them. They undressed and lay down beside one another, wearing nothing but the chastity-belts. They lay a few moments together, hugging, kissing, stroking one another, savouring the last moments of their chastity, feeling the frustrated longing build within that metal container. Then, when the tension became unbearable, they each took the key to the other's belt and simultaneously unlocked and removed them.
And so it came about that, for each of them, the first physical contact of the parts that had been enclosed for so long by the chastity-belt was with the corresponding part of the other. It felt strange and exciting, but it had been carefully explained to them what to expect. It took a little time for the parts to respond in a positive way to the unaccustomed feelings, but soon they experienced the consummation of their love, the joining of two persons into one and the sharing of their most intense and intimate feelings.
After the first explosive if slightly awkward and unpractised orgasm together, they gently explored each other's body, marvelling at the conformation of the parts that had been for so long hidden from them. And as they tenderly explored these parts, the need arose again and they joined once more, slower this time and less awkwardly. Afterwards, they lay together a while in half-asleep mutual contentment with limbs entwined before again making slow, gentle but deeply expressive love together.
Afterwards, they returned to the celebrations relaxed, contented and fulfilled, if a little flushed. There was feasting and dancing. It felt strange and shameful to be without the chastity-belts that had been, ever since they had first fallen in love, constant and essential parts of their lives together. As they danced, they could feel their unfettered loins pressing together, separated only by the soft cloth of their garments. As they sat at the high table, it was strange to feel the seat of the chair instead of the obdurate metal crotch-plate. As they walked or danced about the room, the lack of friction between the thighs, the lack of constraint and the lack of weight made them feel as if they danced on air. But the biggest difference was when they used the lavatory: they watched themselves and each other in fascination at their first visit, looking at the place where the fluid emerged, watching it spring forth so freely; no longer would they have to hold back and let it dribble out slowly for fear of flooding the whole belt.
The Kind Fairies had all given their gifts of benign spells at the beginning of the marriage ceremony, and one had given the gift of freedom from the chastity-belt and from all of its associations and effects throughout the land. But Beauty and her Prince now spoke to her quietly, and asked her to adjust this spell a little: "... for the chastity-belts have become an important if paradoxical part of our lives together and we expect that, from time to time, there may be some private games that we will want to play together that will require their use."
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