Thanks to SexyKitty_B for editing.
My name is Andrea Margareta Abigail Louise, and I am the sole heir to the throne of the tiny, but prosperous kingdom of Camalia. Due to complications during child birth, my mother was unable to conceive again, and so, from the day I was born, I was the future of our kingdom. No stress...
From the day I could talk, my education and schooling became the highest priority for my parents and therefore the best tutors from far and wide were brought to the palace to teach me all about politics, psychology, history, math, science, literature, religion... you name it.
On average, I spent about eight hours a day getting tutored, writing assignments and studying. I was also taught three musical instruments -- the piano, the flute and the violin -- which I was encouraged to practice as much as possible during my 'free time'.
Whatever little time was left after all those responsibilities, I spent in the huge palace library, reading science fiction or fantasy novels -- wishing I could swap places with the protagonists, so I could be free and see the world first-hand. Being a princess is a privileged, but lonely life.
But, when I turned 21, things changed. With my education almost at an end, mom and dad wanted me to take part in official events, and slowly become the new face of the kingdom. In exchange, I requested more personal freedom and privacy. They agreed and gave me my own wing of the castle.
Those twenty-seven rooms were only a small part of the castle, but they were mine -- and mine alone. I was allowed seven staff members, who would tend to my every need. Everyone else, including mom and dad, was not allowed in my part of the palace, without explicit permission.
After settling in, I assembled the staff and laid down one very clear, important rule: all doors to the room I was in, had to be kept closed at all times. No one was allowed in that room, unless they'd been summoned or invited, by me, in person.
It might seem like an insignificant detail, but for me it was a showstopper. Why? Because of what I was planning to do with every free minute of my hard-earned freedom and privacy: MASTURBATE!
I kid you not. Every chance I got, every time I was alone somewhere for longer than five minutes, I was on my knees or on my back, with two or three fingers up my tight, royal twat.
Up until now, the only places I had been free to play with myself had been my bedroom -- at night -- and the toilet. Everywhere else, there was always a risk of getting caught by mom and dad, or one of the dozen staff members always wandering about.
But now, I was free to masturbate everywhere I wanted to; I had four bedrooms, three bathrooms, a study, two dining rooms, three ball rooms, a kitchen with an adjacent pantry, two classrooms, a library, a music room, a gym and a number of unused rooms. Twenty-seven in all -- not to mention a labyrinth of hallways, corridors and staircases -- and I did it in each and every one of them.
I didn't just enjoy masturbating. I loved every aspect of it. From taking off my clothes and caressing myself anywhere I wanted, to squeezing my tits, tugging my nipples, playing with my clit, slapping my butt cheeks to putting one or more fingers into any of my three holes.
I loved taking it slow and teasing myself for hours, making myself cum and squirt over and over again. But I also enjoyed the occasional quicky. There was something about rushing through the motions -- no foreplay, no caressing, sometimes not even taking off my clothes -- that made the whole endeavor seem even dirtier.
As time went by, I became bolder and instead of simply squirting on the floor or on one of the beds, I also started squirting on chairs, couches, tables, rugs... I was soaking everything I could with my juices -- and hardly cleaning any of it up!
I was having the time of my life. And because I was so happy, I was incredibly motivated. As a result, I excelled in every task mom and dad bestowed on me, whether it was a simply dinner party, attend a cabinet meeting or give a speech for some random event. This in turn made them happy and proud. For a while, life was good...
But then one day, about four months later, there was an incident. One of my regular staff had fallen ill with the flu and had been replaced by a new hire from mom and dad's staff. As no one thought to inform the poor fellow about my 'closed door' rule -- or simply assumed someone else would brief him - the inevitable happened.
I was in the library, stark naked -- my clothes scattered all over the room -- on my back, on one of the wooden tables, my legs high up in the air and two fingers deep in my twat, when a young man entered, pushing a cleaning cart. Imagine his shock, when he saw the princess and heir to the throne, in that incredibly lewd position.
He had probably knocked -- maybe even several times -- but as I was wearing headphones and listening to some pretty foul and loud rock music, there was no way to be sure. Startled, I screamed and jumped off the table, knocking over a reading lamp in the process. I didn't bother with my clothes and simply made a run for it -- realizing other staff members would come to investigate.
I barged out through one of the other doors, which led to an old study. From there, I cautiously -- as I was completely naked and didn't want to run into anyone else -- made my way to my master bedroom. I put on some clothes and slumped down on the bed, as I tried to figure out what to do.
About an hour later, there was a knock at my bedroom door.
"Andrea, are you decent?" mom asked.
"Yes."
"May I come in?"
"Yes."
She walked, closed the door and paced around the room for about ten seconds, clearly dreading the conversation we were about to have.
"About what happened in the library..." she whispered softly.
"He told on me?" I asked, shocked and defensive.
"No, Paulo didn't say a word... despite rigorous questioning, I can assure you."
I remained quiet.
"But, considering the fact that your clothes were found all over the room and that several books on one particular table were pretty drenched with, I can only assume is..."
"Yeah yeah, I got it," I interrupted her, "Congratulations, you figured it out!"
"How much did he see?" mom enquired, after allowing for five seconds of silence.
"Mom, is this really necess..."
"Andrea, answer the question," mom interrupted me strictly.
"Well, considering I was on my back, completely naked, legs spread high and wide, facing the door... I'd say he could probably draw you a pretty detailed picture!"
"No need to get sassy, young lady," mom whispered, as she turned in place and glanced out the window, thinking, "This mess is of your making!"
"I am sorry, mother," I whispered, realizing I'd better tone it down a little bit.
"Well, I guess with all the masturbating you've been doing since you've gotten your own wing, this was bound to happen sooner or later," she sighed, turning her head towards me.
"Surprised that I know?" mom smirked at the baffled look on my face.
"Did you honestly think your staff wouldn't recognize cunt juices when they saw them... especially if you're squirting them around so indiscriminately? I mean, chairs and couches, Andrea? Books?" Is nothing safe from that overheated twat of yours?"
"You're having them spy on me?" I blurted out, hoping that by getting angry I could forget how ashamed and uncomfortable I was feeling.
"It's not spying, they're simply relaying relevant information to their queen," mom replied.
"Each and everyone of them pledged their loyalty to me," I said, feeling genuinely betrayed.
"They have been nothing but loyal to you, in every way... I simply outrank you; you're the princess, I am still the queen," mom clarified, putting me in my place.
