It Ain't A Glass Slipper
Β© 2013 Suite21men
I give thanks to a fellow Literotica author, OneSilky, for the seeds of inspiration she gave me to write this story. Her gift has transpired many ways and ended up being written in the flavor of Grimm's Fairy Tales. I also have to thank Eilatan for her insightful editing and her storyline suggestions that make this story so much better than what it was. Sorry, there are no twelve inch cocks and triple F tits in this version. If you desire that, you can write your own story.
The tale I am about to tell you was told to me by my grandfather who was told the story by his grandfather who was told the story by his grandmother and so on until we get to where the originator of this story, the diarist, as my family called him, documented it.
Now we all know how storytellers embellish but if the past is desired to be relived, only storytellers can tell the story. Jimmy? You're best suited to maintain the fire. It is a cold night and this story might last longer than the fire will. Nicole? It would be good if you could keep my cup full of mead so my voice doesn't give out during this retelling. Thanks!
With that in mind, so we begin:
Once upon a time long ago in the Norselands there lived a King. Handsome King Derek was a kind and benevolent monarch who took good care of his subjects alongside his beautiful and compassionate Queen Isabel. And so it came to pass that King Derek and Queen Isabel had a son.
Prince Lars, as he was named, was schooled in all the trades and arts and he excelled at most of them. The gifted Prince took on all tasks easily and eagerly. While the Masters were confounded and jealous of his talents, they willingly taught him the ways of their crafts.
When Lars reached his eighteenth year, the King and Queen sent him to a Witch to complete his education. She taught our Prince many things concerning the ways of women. Showing him how to please them and therefore have them please him. He was far from a virgin at the end of her tutelage.
When he reached the end of the Witches studies, they were snuggling in front of the fire.
"You have learned everything I am able to teach you and you have been my best pupil. Before you journey home tomorrow, I want to give you a gift." The Witch sensually told him. She got up and went to a room that the Prince had never known about and returned with a package. She handed the package to him and spoke.
"This is my gift to you. Open it!"
Prince Lars, not expecting this, was hesitant but curiosity prevailed and he carefully unwrapped the package. Inside was a gorgeous dress. Embroidered silk, satin and velvet adorned with diamonds and rubies sewn to the fabric. Feeling the fabric with the back of his hand sent warm fuzzies all over his body. As he felt the sensuous weave, he felt a wet coolness develop along his inner thigh that wasn't from the previous encounters with the Witch. Matching shoes, compatible stockings and a glorious emerald necklace and earrings made with the finest gems were also found in there.
The Prince was confused. He had never given any vibes that he wanted to dress in women's clothing though he certainly enjoyed them on women. With this dress though, he began to think about how it would feel on him. He was comfortable enough with the Witch that he told her all this.
"Ha ha, you silly man." She laughed. "That are not for you to wear. The woman whom this outfit fits will be the one worthy to be your bride and she will bring joy to your heart and make you very happy and satisfied."
The next day the Prince returned home to his loving family. He showed the King and Queen what the Witch had given him and related what she said about it. Queen Isabel took the package and locked it high away in a cupboard.
The Prince then carried on, forgetting about that package as time went on. He practiced the trades he had mastered and it was soon that the Witches' gift was far out of his mind. When his work was completed during the day, he frequented the lively pubs during the evening. As he was a very handsome, kind and generous man, he fared well with the wenches that also frequented those establishments and be assured, gentle listener, because of the Witch's training, those wenches fared well too.
Ten years he lived a satiated life, but near his twenty-eighth celebration he was becoming troubled. All his dalliances had been fleeting. While he most certainly enjoyed his encounters at the time, when he was by himself he felt empty, longing for something more while not knowing for sure what was lacking.
He finally talked to his mom, Queen Isabel, about his troubles and she, being the wise Mom Queen she was, reminded him of the package the Witch had given him. After much family discussion, it was decided the King would make an announcement declaring that any one who could wear that outfit for a whole evening would be worthy to marry his son.
That word went out and sent the hearts of most of the maidens in the countryside a twitter. As said before, the Prince was quite the catch. Handsome, loving, smart, skilled, attentive, hot shit in bed and all those other desirable qualities a woman would want and wish for.
The first maiden, a brave soul, tried the dress on. While she thought the Prince was charming and all, what she was wanting more was the life and accouterments that came with living in royalty. The dress fit her perfectly along with the shoes and stockings. The emerald necklace and earrings looked fabulous on her. However, after wearing it for a half hour, she became over sensitized. The dress was rubbing on her nipples and caressing her in all the places that turned her on. Halfway through the dinner, she could stand it no longer, and ripped off the garment, seducing the disappointed Prince. Not that he minded. He rather enjoyed the softness of female flesh. After their lust was consummated, she held a vision that did not bode well for her plans to be a Princess, at least to this Prince, and wandered away searching her soul for what she really wanted.
More maidens answered the call and met with limited success. The ones who could fit in that outfit lasted no longer than ninety minutes before the dress had to come off much to the Prince's pleasure, albeit his disappointment..
Many maidens came and met the same fate until the ONE came along.
Of course, this being a fairy tale, she was absolutely beautiful. Flowing hair, luscious lips, smokin' body.... The Prince was smitten. She put on the dress, stockings, shoes and emerald necklace and earrings and the Prince could hardly contain himself during their dinner together.
However, she also could not contain herself. She felt hot and desirable and could not resist the charms of the waiter who served them their food. She openly flirted with him and was very receptive when the waiter zipped his fly down. She could not resist as the dress ogled her on while she took his manhood in her mouth. The maitre 'd and the rest of the waiters and the proprietor and the chefs and the dishwasher all came and answered the call for their abandonment and got their rocks off too.
The Prince, not interested in being part of a cock orgy, left. As soon as he walked out of the door of that establishment, the dress, stockings, necklace, earrings and shoes vanished from her body and she was nude; much to the delight of the restaurant staff who were now using her as she wanted to be used.
The Prince had felt all was lost and drifted along for months and silently cursed the Witch who had given him that dress. No, he did not hate her, but was consternated that the women he encountered were so shallow and lifeless. It was as if the dress had exposed him to who and what his inamoratas really were so early in their encounters. Like about thirty minutes. It wasn't the Witch's fault. But, then again, she
had
given him hope and shown him a fuzzy and blurry vision of his future joy. She just didn't indicate
when
that joy would be his.