Princess Neela woke up and was instantly happy for it was the week of her 21st birthday and her birthday would be the one opportunity for her to escape all her troubles.
Neela had been a little unlucky since her birth - her mother died during childbirth and her father died soon after with the grief. So, the kingdom and Neela had been under the guardianship of her uncle (father's brother) Mihir, now in his 60s and his twin sons - Bijan and Javid . Pure evil would be an understatement to describe the trio and they controlled every aspect of Neela's life with an iron fist. Although she had the palaces to stay in sumptuous feasts, best jewelry and clothing, she had no freedom and had always been cared for by elderly female servants and was not allowed to venture out of the compound.
Only male contact was with her lascivious uncle and his equally degenerate sons. She also had to put up with her uncle's security chief Dara''s open salivation over her young nubile body on rare occasions that he came to check on the female security guards.
Her 21st birthday was when she would attain majority - she could marry a groom, take charge of her kingdom, and be free of her uncle's clutches at last. Since she became aware of this couple of years ago, Neela had been counting days and minutes - the day was finally here. And the monumental occasion would be celebrated with weeklong festivities which would begin with the presentation at the court and culminate with her birthday and coronation.
Neela had no idea what the presentation would entail - it was an ancient custom not invoked in last 500 years as there had not been a princess to ascend the throne. No matter what it included, as it was the key to her presentation, Neela was more than eager for it to begin.
But Neela did have some nagging worries. Although they were about to lose the kingdom, her uncle and cousins were surprisingly happy and excited for preparation for the presentation. Even Dara seemed to be in great spirits even though Neela had been sure to tell him many times that he would be the first one to lose his job as soon as she was crowned. And even more surprisingly, her servants who had raised her had all expression of gloom, looked generally depressed, and kept talking in hushed murmurs. She had a sense that they wanted to tell her something but we're scared of Mihir.
Presentation week Begins -
On day 1 of her Birthday week, Neela was woken up at 4.30 am by her servants and Nanny who were openly crying now. Although unbelievably irritated by their sentimentality, Neela decided to ignore it and keep a cool head.
The first order of the day was the scented bath - King Mihir had sent the best servant from his own household to get her ready. Although silent, the servant was so excited that her hands were shaking as she twisted Neela's long dark hair into a beautiful and sophisticated bun atop her head. Then she decorated her eyes with Kohl and painted her heart shaped lips with bright red fruit extract. Then she left Neela alone with the dress and withdrew from the room after taking her robe and discarded dress along with the towels.
Neela looked at her naked body in the full length mirror. At the risk of being immodest, she couldn't help admiring her own figure and she could also forgive her uncle and cousins for their desire for "who could resist her body?"
Her skin was fair to the point of translucence with a single cresent shaped scar just below her neck. Her breasts were larger than average, firm, jutting out without the need of any support and were topped with naturally red areola and nipples. Her stomach was flat and she wore a slender gold chain at her navel - the only ornament permitted for the presentation. Her pussy was covered with a trimmed bush and offered a peek of her vagina lips. Her legs were slender and long and her feet were small. Although she was quite slim for a woman at 5.8, her generous boobs and bouncy ass made her look curvy and sexy.
Satisfied with her appraisal, Neela picked up the garment to be worn. To her shock, there were no underclothes - it was just a long shift dress in bright red made of soft Jersey like material and fixed with two ties on her shoulders, and although it was somewhat loose and shapeless, Neela was sure that it would cling to her boobs and ass pretty revealingly when she walked. A bit disconcerted, she rang the bell for her servants many times to get her underwear, but nobody came. At the same time she heard the final bell for the assembly. She had hardly 15 minutes left for her presentation. Irritated but still refusing to be angry on her special day, Neela decided to wear the red shift dress and venture out of the dressing chamber to find some undergarments.
As soon as she wore it, she was disgusted by how it clung to her breast and rubbed her nipples, instantly hardening them and creating two focal points on her chest. It also started to get caught in her ass crack. "At least it showed no cleavage" Neela thought. Now Neela hurried to get out of the room and find a servant who could get her underwear for her.
But the second shock of the day awaited her just outside the door. To her complete embarrassment, Chief Guard Dara stood outside the door with ten of his soldiers.
As soon as she stepped out, Dara bowed and said , "Princess Neela, the King and courtiers were worried by the delay in your presence and we're wondering if you had changed your mind about the presentation?"
Although his voice was deferential, his eyes were running over her body in the most disgusting way and Neela could even detect a gleam of amusement in his eyes. The soldiers behind him were openly gaping at her boobs and nipples which were clearly outlined by the damned dress.
Although she was embarrassed, Neela controlled her emotions and told Dara with contempt dripping in her voice, "I would never change my mind. I am more than ready. Let us move to the court."
