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06-04-2009, 09:16 AM
It had been a whirlwind romance. I had met Andy at an embassy reception. Somehow
we had connected and spent the rest of the evening together, chatting about this
and that. It was only later that I found out he was a Crown Prince. Had I known I
would never have had the nerve, with me being only a humble secretary to one of
our junior diplomats.

He was charming, sophisticated and handsome. The result of royal blood and a
European education I guess. I knew I was only there for adornment. Even the
expensive dress wasn't mine. It was a perk of the job, but it went back to the
central wardrobe after such occasions. All us prettier girls from the embassy
were routinely cycled to the various receptions and parties just to look pretty
and stand in the background being pleasant to visiting dignitaries.

His name wasn't really Andy, of course. He did try to tell me what it was, but I
couldn't quite get my vocal chords round it sufficiently to do it justice. He was
happy with Andy though. It was the name he had adopted during his days at Oxford.

06-04-2009, 09:17 AM
I wasn't supposed to do it, and all the other girls warned me not to, but I had
to. We started meeting on a regular basis. He would show up in a beat up old
Range Rover and drive me off into the desert, for illicit sex and champagne. He
wasn't supposed to drink alcohol, but then I wasn't supposed to screw the locals

One day he asked me to leave my job and live with him in his palace in the
desert. I turned him down, of course. But he kept insisting. In the end I said
I'd compromise and take a week off work to see his palace, but only on the
condition I would be safely back at work the following Monday. He graciously
accepted my offer and so we did.

It was magnificent. Just like you'd expect, or dream, a desert palace would be. I
was somewhat taken aback by the dozens of luxury sports cars in the courtyard. It
dawned on me that maybe Andy was wealthier than I had imagined.

06-04-2009, 09:17 AM
The week flew by in a blur, a mix of fantasy and dream. Servants fluttered around
us like butterflies. I was dressed in the most expensive clothes imaginable and I
got my first chance to drive expensive European sports cars. I couldn't believe
all this was happening to me.

On the last day of the week he asked me to stay with him forever. We had just
made exquisite love on an animal skin in front of a roaring fire. I said yes. He
said he would see to it that all the arrangements were made and I wouldn't have
to trouble myself with anything.

The next morning I was descended upon by an army of the Prince's employees. I was
washed, shaved, perfumed and pampered. Eventually a female doctor came in and
told me I had to be prepared for the Prince. This involved body piercing. I was
too overawed to object. I was taken to a wing that had a full medical facility
and laid on a table with my feet in stirrups. She sprayed me with a local
anesthetic. I asked if she was sure this was what the Prince wanted; she assured
me all his wives went through this. I was suddenly jolted back to reality. "All
his wives?" I thought. I hadn't seen hide nor hair of any other wives in the week
I'd been here.

06-04-2009, 09:17 AM
The doctor held up a mirror and showed me her handy work. I now had a row of
small gold rings down each side of my labia. It hadn't hurt at all, but I
suspected it might when the anesthetic wore off. She carefully threaded a small
gold chain through the rings in a criss- cross pattern like a corset. She gently
pulled the two ends together and snapped them shut with a miniature padlock. My
sex was now symbolically sealed, though not enough to prevent menstrual flow. She
handed the key to me and told me I was to present it to the Prince at a formal
ceremony the next day. I admired my newly adorned pussy in the mirror. It was a
strange, but arousing sight. The doctor smiled and wiped away a trickle of
lubrication. She told to save it for later.

Andy was seated on a splendid throne, and he was dressed in traditional robes. I
was dressed in a wonderful creation of high French fashion. I felt like a million
dollars. I solemnly strode up to him, curtseyed deeply, and held up the red
velvet cushion on which my special key lay.

06-04-2009, 09:17 AM
He looked down at me and smiled. Picking up the key, he kissed it and held it up
to me between his finger and thumb. He solemnly attached it to a necklace he was
wearing. He told me he looked forward to a year from now, when he would see me
again. In a daze I was led away to a part of the palace I'd never been to before.
It was there that I found out that the youngest wife must earn her place. Once a
year the Prince took a new bride. For her first year her only role was to see to
the pleasure his other wives.

I looked around at the nine smiling faces of my fellow brides. I hoped I would
get used to the taste of gold and pussy juice.

The End

06-04-2009, 09:17 AM
Cheers to all from Collesfracture...