Do you think you know the story of Cinderella? What about this one - the real one? I know the real one because I married Cinderella or Cindy as I call her. The one that was originally told and fills the pages of many books was written to keep the children happy. The real story was sanitised, probably by well-meaning people, but it is time that the real truth was told - at least to consenting adults! Cindy doesn't want to go on living a lie, or stretching the truth. Besides it won't hurt the sales of my new book, "How I Married Cindy" so the more exposure this story gets the better it is for me - and Cindy! Here 'tis ...
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"Magic Fairy! Yeah, right. Next you'll be telling me that Santa Claus really lives. Come on, Cindy, get real!"
"It's true, Jack," implored Cindy.
Now I could tell a giant of a story, but I'll save that for another time.
She went on about being locked in a slimy cellar with rats for company - probably a dungeon knowing Cindy's special fetish. Her sisters were going to a disco at the royal palace. I've had the displeasure of meeting her sisters - obviously the ugly side of the family - and I do mean ugly (with a capital 'U').
Cindy apparently made quite a racket in the dungeon .. err .. cellar. If you've ever heard her - oh, I hope you haven't - they're our, more, more, em, private moments. That Cindy's one hot piece! Anyway, she told me her noise attracted the Magic Fairy who appeared in a blaze of light -what else! Magic Fairy indeed! Next we'll be hearing about giants and beanstalks - well, at least there's some truth in that rumour.
Back to Cindy. She ordered the Fairy to get her to the disco. She sure can command - must be her BDSM training. A new dress, of course, was essential. Not any old dress. It had to have style - a long, black number slit to her upper thigh. The Magic Fairy provided it with just the wave of her wand. My own wand did its own waving when she told me about the black, nylon thigh high stockings she was given. The sexy outfit was finished off with high heels that screamed fuck me - at least they would have done so for me and I was only listening to her story! It was complemented by only the best jewellery for our Cindy.
She was sure that the handsome prince would fall for her. With her in that outfit he couldn't help it - poor guy! But my mouth watered as I imagined my Cindy offering herself - he was a gonna!
With a wave of the magic wand Cindy was in the conjured limousine and quickly to the palace disco. Almost immediately the prince's eyes were rivetted on this beauty who exuded so much sex appeal. As she walked her nylon thigh shouted at him and yet caressed him. Either way she saw her affect on him by the bulge at the front of his princely uniform.
Cindy could see the burning jealousy on the faces of her sisters as she danced closely with the prince. She tightly held him, pressing herself against his manly chest. She could feel his desire warming the nape of her neck. This was truly a promise of heaven. Then, as if to break the spell, the bewitching hour of midnight struck. Cindy's promise of heaven became a threat of hell.
"Oh no, I've got to run to save my neck!" cried Cindy, or words to that effect - actually I think that line was a left over from the children's "safe" version. It's more likely that there were some damns and fucks in it really, considering the sexually interesting situation she was working towards. The prince was shattered by her sudden exit considering the quickly developing relationship. Her disappearing act was like watching good wine being wasted; if you're a wine connoisseur you'll know what I mean.
The prince ached - probably because his mind patrolled a more intimate neighborhood - as he pleaded, "No! No, don't go!"
