Cindy Yella

[Alfresco 11,631]

Warning, reading this story may seriously affect your ability to view a certain pantomime in the same way ever again.  It is also a little lengthy.

 Chapter 1 – background

Cindy Yella was the 18 year old beautiful daughter of Baron Hardup of Hardup Hall; a country estate in a beautiful wooded part of the world.  Cindy’s mum had died young and the Baron had re-married to Esmeralda, who had two daughters; Gertrude (21) and Grizella (19).  Esmeralda was herself beautiful and had entrapped the Baron with her good looks and charms, however, once they were married and the Baron went away on long business trips, she showed her true colours and turned against Cindy, who she thought was a threat to her own daughters.

Cindy was forced to do all the work around the large house, lived in cellar where the kitchen and scullery were located and only came out to do chores for her stepmother and stepsisters.

Whilst in the cellar, she found that she could keep herself to herself and nobody bothered her.  She liked it that way. 

Chapter 2 - The lazy ladies

One evening in winter, Gertrude and Grizella were relaxing in the drawing room with their mother, sitting by the fire.   They had been drinking copious amounts of wine and were a little worse for wear.  Esmeralda had been feeling her bladder getting fuller for sometime but was reluctant to get up and leave the fireplace to go to the cold toilet room and release the building pressure.  She finally had to go and stood up to leave.  She moaned to her daughters about how inconvenient it was that they had to leave the nice warm fireplace just to pee.  Then she said something that surprised the girls:

 “Do you know, I have half a mind to pee here, but I don’t have a chamber pot.”  Then after a pause, “What does it matter, that lazy Cindy can clean it up, she doesn’t do anything”

Esmeralda walked over to the corner of the room to the r get of the fire and lifted her copious skirts as she squatted down.  Within a couple of seconds a splashing and pattering could be heard as her overfilled bladder released its pent up contents onto the bare stone floor as the girls looked on gobsmacked.

“What are you looking at?” Quizzed Esmeralda.  “You have seen me pee enough times before!”

“Yes, maybe in the woods or in the chamber pot, but never on the floor” exclaimed Grizella.

“What’s the difference? It can be mopped up.  Cindy can deal with it later”

“Well, that does make sense.  I was about to go and pee myself.  So, ..... would it be ok to follow your lead?”

“Well of course.   Two puddles are not much harder to clear than one.  Do carry on.”

By this time, Esmeralda’ jet was dwindling and the puddle was spreading out from under her skirts.  She gave a quick bounce and stood up, allowing her full skirts and petticoats to fall back into place.  Any stray drips being adsorbed by the petticoats as she sat back into her comfy chair.

Grizella, was getting a little excited about the prospect of making the usual ordeal of peeing so much simpler. She stood and headed to the corner to the left of the fire where she followed her mother’s example and squatted above the waiting stone floor.

“Oh that’s disgusting” exclaimed Gertrude. “You can’t pee there”.

“Why not?  Mother just did and we have been drinking a lot, so it is not like it is going to smell much or anything”.

Grizella opened her flood gates.  She lifted the front of her skirt and Gertrude could see her sister’s muff spraying a fan of pee in front of her, splashing down onto the waiting stone and also splashing her legs. 

“There you go”, said Esmeralda.  “That’s so much better isn’t it.”

Grizella sighed with relief “I don’t know why we haven’t done this before!”

As she finished, she stood and held her skirt up a little as she walked away from the scene of her pee before letting her skirts fall back into place.

“Well I am not stooping to your level” said Gertrude.  As she stood and left the room, walked down the draughty corridor and squeezed herself and voluminous dress into the small chamber room, where she fought with her dress to lift everything high enough to sit on the toilet.  Well, toilet may be a grand term for the contraption. All it was really was a wooden box with a hole cut in the top.  The hall had been built to incorporate the device in an overhang which was over the outside walls and bodily excretia dropped to a stream below to be swept away from the hall.  The icy drafts blew up from below and caused Gertrude some discomfort as she relieved herself, her own stream falling unhindered from the toilet and blowing away in the wind.   The wind was strong, so most of it ended up being blown against the outer walls of the hall and adding to the streaks already present from years of use. 

When she finished, she straightened herself as best as possible in the confined space and returned to the drawing room.  She saw her mother and sister enjoying another glass of wine and was slightly jealous that they hadn’t had to go through her ordeal.

“Be a love and ring the bell, Gerty” her mother requested.  Gertrude obediently pulled the cord which rang the servants bell in the cellar.

Shortly after, Cindy appeared.  “Yes m’lady”

“Fetch us some more wine and you may need a bucket and mop - we’ve had a little spillage” Esmeralda said as she indicated the two puddles either side of the fireplace.

As the evening wore on, the sisters and their mother became more drunk.   They finally decided to head for bed, but they all needed to pee again.  Esmeralda had no hesitation in backing up to the fireplace, lifting her skirt and peeing from a high squat onto the fire to quench it for the night.  She did a good job with a high volume pee impacting the embers and instantly creating clouds of steam.   Grizella repeated her performance of earlier, but this time she squatted directly in front of the chair as she was heading to bed, so the puddle wouldn’t cause her any issues.  The uneven floor caused much of her pee to run backwards under the chair, where it would no doubt dry before being cleared up.

Gertrude decided that if this was now accepted, she wasn’t going to repeat the trauma of going to the freezing chamber room, so she slid forward on her chair, bunched her skirts up behind her and after a bit of nervous pause, managed to release her bladder.   Her nerves an uncertainty meant that she peed slowly and a fair bit of her pee ran down her bum cheeks to the front of the chair, the onwards down the upholstered front of the chair to the floor.  The other two hadn’t realised what she was doing until she relaxed a bit and her stream increased, leaving her body with a distinctive hiss.  Soon she was peeing a forceful stream directly onto the floor. 

“There you go” commented Esmeralda, “that wasn’t so bad, was it?” 

Secretly, Gertrude was actually enjoying her new found freedom and felt a tingling down there which she might just have to attend to in the privacy of her bedroom.

They left the mess and retired for the evening, knowing that Cindy would be up before them and would clear up before it would cause them any issue in the morning.

Chapter 3 - Cindy’s revenge

Over the next few weeks, Cindy kept finding puddles around the place and dutifully cleared up as was expected, but she quietly resented the additional work and wished she could have the same freedom.   She knew she couldn’t pee and leave it as she would be scolded, but she found that she could exact revenge in other subtle ways.

On Tuesday, it was laundry day.  Cindy dutifully collected the ladies’ clothes from their bedroom and brought them to the scullery.  She knew she would not be disturbed as nobody else came down there.  After Cindy had washed the clothes, she laid some of the girls’ best dresses on the floor and stood over them.  She lifted her ragged dress and squatted down, releasing her own washing fluid onto the dresses.  She took great pleasure in moving her body around to spray as much of the dresses as possible until they were well and truly soaked.  She then left them to air dry before returning them to their owners with a faint, barely detectable odour.  When she next saw the girls wearing the dresses, it gave her great pleasure to know that they were wearing her pee.

Cindy was also finding it to be a pain to go upstairs from the cellar kitchen to the draughty toilet for a pee, so she started taking a leaf from her stepsisters book and finding other options - but ones where she wouldn’t need to clear up.   The most common one was the scullery sink.  Sometimes there would be pots and pans in the sink waiting to be washed, but that didn’t worry her.  She would pull up her rags, reverse up to the sink and let fly all over the pots.  After all, it helped to give them a pre-soak.

Over time, Cindy resented her stepsisters more and more.  She had a wicked idea and decided to pee a bit in their broth.  Just a little at first.  They didn’t notice.  So next time it was a bit more.  Still they didn’t complain.  She upped the anti and started regularly peeing in the water that was used to cook vegetables, add her own flavour to soups and stews and even sometimes she would take a goblet of wine for herself and top up the bottle by holding it to her muff and releasing her bladder into it.  As long as she served that bottle of wine once they were already drunk, they didn’t seem to notice.

Chapter 4 - A walk in the woods

Cindy had to go out in the woods to collect firewood.  She had been out for a couple of hours when she felt the need to relieve herself.  She was no stranger to peeing outside as she often ended up staying out for hours just to avoid her annoying stepmother and stepsisters.

There was rarely anyone around these parts of the woods, so she didn’t worry too much about hiding herself.   She simply squatted down where she was, lifted her ragged dress, exposing her naked bottom to the elements and released her bladder onto the mossy carpet of the woodland floor.  However, on this particular occasion, just as she had assumed the position it happened that Prince Charming was out riding his horse and rounded a bend in the path to be greeted by the sight of Cindy’s beautiful derrière in the distance.  He was mesmerised and quietly rode a bit nearer.  Cindy didn’t notice as she was facing the other way.

The Prince silently enjoyed the vision unfolding before him with Cindy’s pale cheeks on show and a glistening stream falling gently and almost silently to the springy moss below her.   As the Prince was captivated by the beautiful sight, his horse whinnied.  Cindy was startled, jumped up and turned to see the the well dressed gentleman and was mortified that he had caught her in full flow.  She curtsied an apology and fled into the thick woods.  The prince called after her to stop, but she knew the woods too well and was quickly gone.

Over the next few days, the Prince couldn’t get the vision out of his mind and he was determined to meet this girl again, but How could he do that.  He didn’t know her name or where she lived.   He rode around that area over the next few days but didn’t see her anywhere.  Then he came up with the idea of throwing a ball and inviting every lady in the area.

Chapter 5 - The invitations

Cindy was sweeping the hallway when the great door bell rang.  She went to answer it and was greeted by a well dressed man who said he was representing Prince Charming.  She showed him in to the Drawing room where Grizella, Gertrude and Esmeralda were sitting having morning coffee.  The Prince’s aide announced the Prince’s decree that all ladies should attend a ball that Saturday evening and provided invitations for the four of them.

The girls all got very excited, including Cindy, who had never been to a ball or seen the Prince (she didn’t know who it was who had seen her in the woods).

No sooner was the Prince’s Aide gone than Grizella turned on Cindy saying “Well don’t think for a minute that you are going!  The Prince wouldn’t want to see a scruff like you and you don’t have a dress!”

Gertrude continued “And anyway, who is going to stay and clean the house?  You will have so much to do that you won’t have the time.”

Esmeralda snatched the ticket from Cindy’s hands “This is what your ticket deserves” as she tore it in half and threw it on the floor, then she proceeded to squat over it and pissed a torrent right there in the middle of the room so that the ticket became a soggy mess in a growing puddle.

Cindy fled from the room down to the cellar where she slumped in a corner and wept.

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That's as far as I've got.  More to follow shortly.

[wetwulf 3,324]

23 hours ago, Alfresco said:

More to follow shortly

Can't wait!

[Raub75 14]

In general I am not into historic stories. However, this one is excellent. Very well written. Can't wait! And what about Cindy's invitation?

[ButterflyGod 61]

Holy cow - This was an awesome story, and on top of that was really well written! Looking forward to more!

[Alfresco 11,631]

Thanks for the comments so far.   The next instalment should be soon.  Just need to get the time at the computer.

[holyknight3 159]

Loved the story, but why is it tagged pantomime? I think it's a cultural thing I'm not aware of.

[walanuk 245]

1 minute ago, holyknight3 said:

Loved the story, but why is it tagged pantomime? I think it's a cultural thing I'm not aware of.

https://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Pantomime ... of which Cinderella is a popular one... I think I may have even seen one called "Cindy Yella" but it wasn't as fun as this one

[holyknight3 159]

I figured it was something like that from context. I wasn't sure how they differed from ordinary fairy tales. 

This line from the wikipedia article sums it up.

"Pantomime has seldom been performed in the United States, although a few productions have been mounted in recent years. As a consequence, Americans commonly understand the word "pantomime" to refer to the art of mime as it was practiced, for example, by Marcel Marceau and Nola Rae.

When it said pantomime, I thought silent mimes. 

[Alfresco 11,631]

It is a very British tradition I believe.  Most UK people will be very familiar with Cinderella and this is indeed based on that.  Fairy godmother, magical coach and the pivotal glass slipper all to come.

to whet your appetite further:

Chapter 6 - Fairy Godmother

While Cindy was sobbing her eyes out, there was a flash of light and almighty CRACK!  A vision of beauty with long blond hair and shapely figure adorned in sparkling white short flared dress appeared before Cindy in the cellar.

“on’t be afraid.  I am your fairy godmother and I have seen the evil which has befallen you.  I see that you are pure of heart and you shall go to the ball.  First though, I need you to get me some things; A pumpkin, 6 mwhite mice and two frogs.”. Get them for me by Saturday at 4pm and I will return to make your dreams come true.  Then with another flash, the fairy Godmother was gone.

Cindy couldnt believe what she had heard, and thought it was a dream until she found sparkling dust on the floor where the fairy had been.

Over the next week, Cindy took opportunities to get revenge on her step sisters and their mother.  She went out to the kitchen garden to collect vegetables for dinner and whilst attending to the gardening Cindy squatted down and peed over the a cabbage, imagining it was her step mother’s head, before harvesting it to use to prepare the dinner.   She peed in their food as she prepared it every day.  She even took one of the carrots and used it to pleasure herself, thrusting it in and out of her vagina before chopping it up and adding it to a stew.  When Cindy cleaned Grizellas room, she knew that Grizella would be out all day so she lifted the rug by her bed and peed, flooding the floor and savouring the sound of her pee impacting the floorboards and the warmth of the droplets which splashed up and impacted her bare feet.  When she was done, she stayed in position for a moment to let the last drips fall from her before covering the evidence with the rug and leaving it to soak up her pee.  She stoked up the fire to make sure the heat drie things out before Grizella returned.

Meanwhile, Gertrude had been thinking about her experience of relieving herself in the drawing room.  The thought of it still made her tingle down below.  One night, she was laying in bed, having woken up early, needing to pee.  She stuck her arm out of bed and found it was cold.  She was warm and cosy.  But she needed to pee.... Quite urgently.  She thought about how she had felt when she peed on the front of the chair.  She thought about the cold, draughty cloakroom.  Could she dare? Well maybe just a little to relieve the pressure wouldnt hurt?  She relaxed a little and allowed herself to feel her urine descending her urethra until a little spurt escapedbetween her legs.  Oh, how warm it felt. And slippery, caressing her hot pussy.  A little more, coating her inner thighs, then it ran down, creating a small damp patch on the mattress. She let a bit more go.  It felt warm, but ever so naughty, yet ever so jice at the same time.  Gertrude was confused.  But the mattress was already damp.  A little more would be OK, wouldnt it? She relaxed again and this time there was no stopping.  The pressure built and her bladder poured forth its contents with a subtle hiss emanating from within the bed.  Gertrude thrust her hand between her legs to stem the flow, but only felt more turned on as the warm liquid caressed her hand and her hand caressed her pussy.  Soon Gertrude finished her pee and quickly brought herself to orgasm, one of the best she had experienced in a long while.   She fell asleep in her warm puddle as it sank into her matress.

 

Next morning, Cindy was cleaning the bedroom and turned back the sheets.  As she leaned across the bed, she put her hand in the centre of the mattress for support.  She was acutely aware tha5 her hand felt damp. “What the........ ?” she thought to herself.   “Why, the dirty bitch has pissed her bed!  Well if she thinks I am changing it, she can think again!”. Cindy had other ideas.  She climbed onto the bed and planted one foot either side of the wet patch, adopting a high squat, she hitched her ragged dress out of the way and pissed a torrent onto the bed.  She moved her hips a little, spreading her golden rain around the already wet area.  “Well, for that, Gerty can sleep in both our pee!” she thought as she took great pleasure in soiling the mattress further.

That night when Gertrude retired to bed, she found that her mattress was still wet.  She was sure it shouldn’t have been that wet, but there was nothing she could do about it.  Or maybe there was?  She relaxed again and felt that familiar warmth as she rewarmed the bed .  A warm puddle was much nicer than a cold damp patch after all!

Edited December 26, 2017 by Alfresco

[Alfresco 11,631]

There are some typos in the above post, for which I apologise, but my ipad is not working correctly with editing and the cursor doesnt show in the right place when I try to edit it.  Sorry!

[wetwulf 3,324]

3 hours ago, Alfresco said:

There are some typos in the above post, for which I apologise, but my ipad is not working correctly with editing and the cursor doesnt show in the right place when I try to edit it.  Sorry!

No apologies necessary. That was the hottest chapter yet. Maybe Gertrude gets all the girls started on a bedwetting habit. Excited for more to come.

[Vassal 1,471]

Fantastic, I love a good period/fantasy story.

[daemoniak 614]

Oh that's an excellent spin!

The only criticism I have is that the "pure of heart" description by the godmother doesn't seem to match the vengeful behavior of Cindy; I think that since we are talking about fairies it would have been better to spin Cindy's behaviors as pranks, rather than revenge.

[Alfresco 11,631]

On 31/12/2017 at 10:52 AM, daemoniak said:

The only criticism I have is that the "pure of heart" description by the godmother doesn't seem to match the vengeful behavior of Cindy

You are probably right - maybe I should just have dropped the pure of heart reference.   I kind of wanted it to seem like she was an innocent girl who had peed outside previously due to convenience and taking it as a natural action, but whose step sisters led her astray by their actions prompting her to try them, getting a thrill from it and getting her own back for their mistreatment.

[Alfresco 11,631]

Chapter 7 – The return of the Fairy Godmother and the journey

Cindy was excited by the prospect of going to the ball on Saturday but was conscious of the Fairy Godmother’s strange request to find a pumpkin, 6 white mice and two frogs.  She still wasn’t convinced that she hadn’t dreamed the whole thing, but she set about the task.   The pumpkin was easy – they were growing in the kitchen garden, so she selected a large one and brought it into the kitchen.  The frogs were a little more difficult.  She managed to find frogs in the pond in the grounds, but they were slippery customers and she struggled to catch them.  Eventually she managed and kept them in a small barrel in the kitchen.   The only option that Cindy could think about for the white mice were those which Gertrude kept as pets in a cage in her room.   

On Saturday afternoon whilst Esmerelda, Gertrude and Grizella were getting ready for the ball, Cinderella offered to clean out the cage.   Gertrude was dismissive as she was more interested in getting ready for the ball.   So, it was easy for Cindy to take the cage away down to her kitchen.

At 4pm, Cindy was in the kitchen when once again a loud “CRACK” made her jump and she turned to see the Fairy Godmother stood there sparkling in her white gown. 

“I have come to make your dreams come true.  Do you have the items that I requested?”

Cindy curtseyed slightly and showed the Fairy Godmother the requested items.

“Very good, you have done well my child.  Now first we have to do something about your clothes.  My magic is a little unconventional in method, but very effective.   Close your eyes and face away from me.”

Cindy did as she was asked.  Meanwhile, behind her, the Fairy Godmother lifted up her long dress and spread her labia, arching her back.  She released a short burst of golden sparkling urine which sprayed in a fan pattern over the back of Cindy’s dress.  She stopped as quickly as she started and allowed her dress to fall to the ground whilst saying some strange words: “Bibbidi-Bobbidi-Boo”.   Cindy’s dress grew in length and volume to form a beautiful ball gown and changed colour to a lovely deep yellow.    

Cindy opened her eyes and was overjoyed with her new appearance. “Oh, Thank you so much, It’s beautiful!”.

“You are quite welcome, but we are not finished yet.   Sit on that chair and put your feet out in front of you.”

Cindy did as she was bid, legs out in front and pulled up her voluminous dress to reveal her old grey dirty sandals.   The Fairy Godmother positioned herself over Cindy’s feet and hitched up her dress once again.

Cindy was startled as a warm sparkling golden stream fell from between the Fairy Godmother’s legs and bathed her feet and her shoes.  At first she was shocked, but then she savoured the warm caressing feeling and felt her tired feet relax and soften and her old grey sandals changed into dainty golden crystal shoes.

At that point, Cindy heard a voice from upstairs “We are going now, enjoy your evening stuck in the kitchen!” followed by raucous laughter.

“That’s good” commented the Fairy Godmother “We don’t want them to be around for the next bit. “Put the pumpkin, mice and frogs in a box and take them outside on the drive”

Cindy at once scooped up the items, putting them in a wooden fruit box, which she carried outside.  The Fairy Godmother squatted over the box and hitched up her dress.  She released a torrent into the box and again said the words “Bibbidi-Bobbidi-Boo”.   Her golden rain poured over the pumpkin and down all the sides, and the mice and frogs started to drink the puddle that formed in the bottom of the box.  The Fairy Godmother quickly jumped up and away from the box as the pumpkin started to grow in size and change in appearance until it was transformed into a beautiful golden carriage.  The frogs stood upright and grew to form fine footmen and the mice grew into dashing white horses.

Cinderella couldn’t believe the sight that she was beholding.  The carriage and horses were fit for royalty.  The footmen invited her to take her place, so she climbed in and found herself sat on plush velvet seats with silky golden curtains and a golden carpet on the floor.   The footmen closed the door and climbed up to the drivers seat in front of the carriage.  The Fairy Godmother looked into the window and handed Cinderella a golden ticket to replace the one which had been destroyed. 

“This ticket is for the VIP experience – it will guarantee you a dance with the prince and you will enjoy the silver service meal instead of the standard buffet.  Now enjoy your evening, but I must send you with a warning.  My magic does not last for ever – all these things will revert to their former selves at midnight.  Be sure to leave the party in good time.   The only exception is your shoes, which will remain as a souvenir for you to keep.”

“Thank you ever so much, Fairy Godmother, I cannot believe what you have done for me and I will be sure to enjoy the evening and treasure the memories”.

With that the carriage departed towards the palace.   Cindy savoured her sumptuous surroundings and was excited by the thoughts of what lay ahead as the carriage bumped along the unmade tracks.  The bumps made Cindy realise that in all the excitement, she had not made time to relieve herself before leaving home.  That now gave her a quandary as she could hardly arrive at the palace and immediately request the use of the royal facilities, but nor could she easily communicate with the coachmen and ask them to stop so that she could pee in the woods before her arrival.  Besides, her sparkly shoes and extravagant dress were hardly designed to go into the woods, they would surely be ruined.  Cindy considered her plight further, by which time the carriage was leaving the woods and rolling through the town below the palace.  The option of peeing in the woods had been taken from her and she was suddenly very worried, that was until she realised that the answer was right there with her.   The coach was only a temporary existence.  She could find relief inside the coach and nobody would know.  She wouldn’t be spoiling the interior because as soon as the coach returned to a pumpkin, her deed would be irrelevant.

Her mind made up, Cindy now decided on her options.  She could squat on the carpet and spray her pee into the deep pile, but that might mean she would splash her new shoes and if anyone should happen to gaze in the window to see who was travelling in style, they would be sure to find it strange that she were squatted down on the floor.  Alternatively, she could wet the seat; that would mean that she would have to get all that ball gown out of the way first, but at least anyone looking in wouldn’t see anything unusual and she was sure that the seat would adsorb all her liquid and keep it from splashing down to her beautiful shoes.  Cindy was running out of time and rapidly decided that the seat would be the better option, so she briefly stood up and lifted the back of her dress up high before sitting back down on the luxurious softness of the velvet cushions.  She spread her dress around her hiding the naughtiness of what she was doing from anyone who may possibly have seen into the coach. 

Cindy relaxed as much as she could and felt the pressure building within her.   Then she allowed a short spurt of pee to escape, wetting the surface of the velvet and caressing her young womanhood.   All seemed to be OK, so she peed some more, gently, slowly allowing her bladder to empty as she felt a warmth spreading under her.  Growing in confidence, she fully relaxed and with an increasing hiss, her pee surged forth directly into the cushion beneath her.   She continued until she was spent, whereupon, she stayed as she was to allow the last of her pee to soak into the cushion.  Cindy then slid across the coach to wiping her pussy on the cushion as she moved.   She stood and allowed her dress to fall back into place around her before retaking her seat on the dry side of the carriage.   The side of the seat where she had previously been sitting was now displaying a much darker patch in the red fabric.

A few moments later, the carriage drew into the palace grounds and Cindy looked out of the window as they pulled up at the steps of the palace.  One of the footmen jumped down from the carriage and helped Cindy to dismount.   A palace official took her by the hand and led her up the palace steps.

[wetwulf 3,324]

Really good stuff @Alfresco. Looking forward to the next chapter.

[wetwulf 3,324]

Just so you know @Alfresco, I've read this at least five times. I need more! 

[steve25805 126,023]

Great work @Alfresco

Love the originality too.

[Alfresco 11,631]

14 hours ago, wetwulf said:

Just so you know @Alfresco, I've read this at least five times. I need more! 

thanks @wetwulf,   More on the way just havent had the time.  The next chapter is more than half done but then events have overtaken me. 

[Alfresco 11,631]

Here is what I've got so far of the next instalment:

Chapter 8 – The Ball

“Miss Cindy Yella” announced the Royal Herald as Cindy drifted down the stairs into the ballroom, her flowing golden gown glinting in the flickering lamplight.   Cindy felt like she was floating above the crowd of people gathered below her.  This was an entrance like none other she had experienced.   The prince glanced up from the dance floor and did a double take.  He immediately recognised the girl that he had seen in the woods.  He couldn’t believe the transformation that she had undergone and was transfixed by her beauty.   He very quickly excused himself from his current dance partner and welcomed Cindy onto the floor.  Cindy was honoured to be welcomed in this way and was thankful for the dance lessons that her mother had encouraged her to attend as he whisked her around the floor.

Prince Charming immediately knew that this was the girl for him, but wasn’t sure about how to breach the fact that the last time he had seen her, it was with her dress pulled up, her luscious bum cheeks on display and golden rain anointing the ground beneath her in the woods.   Whilst he couldn’t get that image out of his head, he didn’t broach the subject. 

For Cindy’s part, she hadn’t made the connection.  She had only seen the prince very briefly in the woods, having been so shocked at being discovered that she had fled the scene without really taking any notice of the features of the person who had happened upon her in her moment of exposure.

Meanwhile, Grizella and Gertrude had been partaking of the free beverages on offer and dancing with anyone that they could persuade to take them around the floor.   Now, stood at the buffet table, they witnessed this golden beauty capturing the prince’s attention, but didn’t realise that it was their Cindy whom, of course, they believed was at home sobbing in the kitchen as she scrubbed the floors.   Grizella felt the wine was taking effect on her bladder as well as her co-ordination.  

“I don’t know about you sis, but I really need to find a toilet and soon!”

“Yes, this wine is going right through me.  Come on, let’s go.”

They approached a servant and wanting to maintain a degree of decorum, were of course reluctant to directly mention their need, so Gertrude asked the servant to indicate the location of the “cloakroom”.   The servant duly directed the girls to a room off the main ballroom.   As Gertrude led Grizella into the room, with anticipated relief came a spasm in her bladder and a short sharp spurt escaped from her urethra.  She quickly clamped herself shut and was pleased that she was wearing a dress with many layers of underskirts that hid her indiscretion.  “Quickly” she said as she pushed through the door into the room beyond.  Her face fell.   The servant had taken her request literally and the girls found themselves in a room with racks of coats and cloaks, but no toilet in sight.

“Shit!” exclaimed Gertrude “This is not what we need!”

Grizella retorted “Well, I’m busting, so I think it is going to have to do…. If you know what I mean”

A smile spread across Gertrude’s face.   “You are right my clever sister.  Come on”.

The two girls went further into the room and each took up a position facing each other between two racks of coats.   Gertrude felt another spurt releasing itself into her copious petticoats and realised she had no time to lose.  She quickly gathered up her skirts and dropped down to the stone floor immediately releasing a high pressure pee onto the waiting stone.  The splatter onto the carpet turned to a splashing as her pee formed a growing puddle on the cold barren floor.  It was accompanied by a tell tale hissing and a sigh of relief.  Meanwhile, Grizella flipped her skirts up and reversed up to the wall, bending into a high squat, she fired her pee backwards against the wall.  Unfortunately for her, she was a bit close and her pee rebounded and splashed her legs and the inside of the fronts of her skirt.  She moved forward a little and adjusted her stance, so her pee cascaded down the wall and formed a puddle extending out from the wall.

As the two girls’ streams dwindled, they felt much relieved.  Gertrude stood up, keeping her skirts bunched in front of her.  She grabbed the tails of a coat from the adjacent rack and used them to wipe the splashes off her leg and dried her hairy muff.  Grizella found a nice velvety coat next to her and duplicated the process, the backs of her legs being particularly wet from the splashback.   The velvet felt nice against her skin and she spent maybe a little longer than necessary rubbing it against her muff and secreting maybe a little more than pee into the soft fabric.

Just then, the door opened.  The girls immediately dropped their skirts, shrank back into the corner between coats and froze into silence, fearing that they may be discovered.  There was no hiding the size of the puddles – even through they were starting to run away under the coat racks.

“Damn!” came a female voice, “Don’t those servants know what we mean when we ask for the cloakroom!?”

“Well, sorry, but I have to piss and I can’t wait much longer.  If they direct us in here then I’m going in here!   Sod the etiquette!” retorted another female.

Almost immediately a hiss and splashing filled the room.  Gertrude and Grizella looked at each other in disbelief and it was all they could do to stop themselves bursting into fits of laughter.

“You dirty bitch!” came the first voice again.

“Have you got a better idea?” retorted the second.

“Well, no, not really”

“There you go then - you might as well join me, but be quick about it before someone else comes in”

Seconds later another splattering noise was added to the first as the second woman released her pee onto the stone floor.

“Shit!”

“What?”

“I was more desperate that I thought, I’ve splashed the bottoms of those coats!”

“Oh, don’t worry about that, they probably needed a wash!”

Gertrude looked at Grizella and mouthed silently “Come on”, beckoning her to follow as she walked out from her hiding place and along the ends of the rows back towards the doors.  As she drew level with the row from where the splashing and hissing could still be heard, she slowed and glanced to her right to see two very well dressed middle aged ladies in their finery, both squatted down between the lines of coats.  A solid jet was emanating from one lady and pounding the hard surface, bouncing up from the impact whilst also forming a large puddle underneath her.   Her legs were soaked and her shoes were covered in piss drops.  The other lady was producing a much messier spray which was impacting the floor, her legs and her shoes with stray drops splashing up onto the bottom of the adjacent coats.   Gertrude simply said “Good evening ladies” as she walked past the end of the aisle.   The ladies were shocked and embarrassed at their discovery and both jumped up whilst still peeing forcefully, no doubt wetting the inner layers of their dresses before managing to clamp off their flows.   Grizella smiled as she walked by and the two sisters returned to the dance floor.   Another couple of minutes later, the two well dressed ladies appeared from the cloakroom, looking somewhat sheepish when Gertrude met their eyes with a knowing look.   Gertrude could see that these two well dressed ladies were mortified at having been caught in such a compromising position.  She could also only imagine the scene after they had left the cloak.  The two ladies were in full flow, so they must have soaked their inner layers of petticoats and their legs.   Gertrude guessed that they must have had to squat back down and finish what they had started and then use a convenient cloak to dry themselves off as best as they could before exiting the cloak room with wet petticoats rubbing against their legs.

Meanwhile Cindy was having a great time with the Prince but dancing was curtailed as dinner for those fortunate enough to have the VIP tickets was announced.  Prince Charming insisted that Cindy sat next to her at the head table.   Cindy needed a pee, but she couldn’t bring herself to announce her need to Royalty, so she dutifully took her place at the table and enjoyed plates of exotic food that she never had the opportunity to experience at home.   There were, of course, accompanied by wine, which was constantly topped up throughout the meal.

Cindy was now getting into a difficult position.  Her bladder was screaming at her for relief but there was nothing she could do.  She didn’t know a great deal about Royal etiquette, but she did know that it would be rude to leave the table before the Prince and there was no way that she could leave the table for such a humble matter as bladder relief.  She felt a surge in her urethra and although she clamped it as quickly as possible, she knew that she had leaked.  She was very pleased to be wearing her dress with layers of petticoats and hoped that nothing would show.   In fact, she realised that those layers might just save her dignity if she could only release enough to reduce the pressure until after dinner was finished.   Cindy knew that if she peed gently, it would pool around her bottom and soak through, but what if she peed hard?   Could she force her pee forward enough that it would spread through the layers in front of her?   She had to give it a go.  

Cindy leaned back in her chair to try and raise her urethral opening, spread her legs slightly apart and let go with a 5 second blast.   She was sure she could hear a hiss, but was hoping that nobody else would notice over the noise of general chatter and the music being played by the orchestra.  She felt her legs getting wet almost down to the knees and hoped to goodness that that meant her pee would be adsorbed discretely.   She dared to release another 5 seconds spurt and felt the fabric of her dress clinging to her legs.   That was as much as she could do – any more would surely be visible.  Cindy went back to eating, thankful that they were now on the dessert course and therefore nearing the opportunity to empty her aching bladder properly. 

As dinner finally drew to a close, the Prince rose and held out his hand for Cindy to do the same.   She gingerly took to her feet and glanced down to survey the damage.  It looked like she had got away with it.  Cindy was just racking her brain to think about how she could excuse herself to pee when one of the attendants brought another lady to the Prince and introduced her.  The Prince felt obliged to dance with her and asked for Cindy to excuse him briefly.   Cindy was only too happy to be free for a short while and graciously deferred to the newcomer.  

As soon as the Prince was gone, relief was her priority.  She didn’t know where the toilets were and she knew she didn’t have a lot of time to investigate.   Instead, she headed for the large patio doors that were opened out onto the terrace to allow guests to “take some air”.  

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Still going strong @Alfresco. Hot! I'll try to be patient for the next chapter.

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Read this masterpiece again. Do you have any plans to revisit this @Alfresco?

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Lately I just haven't had the time nor imagination for writing.  Don't know why really.   However, I do know that I have at least this and the Rugby Girls series which I left part way through.   I really ought to see the story through to completion with the carriage disappearing at midnight and then the prince finding her with the shoe etc.   I'm sure there is still plenty more to develop.  Maybe now you've brought it back to attention I'll see what some of the new members think of it and see how much appetite there is for further development.

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7 hours ago, Alfresco said:

Rugby Girls series

Loooooved that series, and yes you should definitely finish them both. 😜

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Hope the mods and @Alfresco will forgive me for bumping this masterpiece again, but I know we have some new members who maybe haven't read it yet. Creative and hot!