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This is my first contribution to this news-group.  Comments and criticism
are welcome.

WARNING 
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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.

...ooOoo...

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.

...ooOoo...

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.

...ooOoo...

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.

...ooOoo...

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.

...ooOoo...

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.

...ooOoo...

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.

...ooOoo...

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."



Jo G


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