The Princess Chronicles – 1 : Meet the Princess

by Aristocatch

If I say to you “imagine a princess” there is every likelihood that you will picture a fairytale creature or maybe Princess Grace of Monaco; a lady who epitomises beauty and goodness.

The Princess I am referring to doesn't quite fit that pattern. Rebelling, in so far as she was able to, she cut her hair short which made her face look rather more butch and angular than it might have done with long hair. She couldn't change her body, however, which was slim and lithe (she kept fit very regularly) and her perky breasts jutted out and upwards with pointed pink areolas and sexily protruding nipples (when she was excited) which all men and most women would have found enticing and tempting. Sadly her rigid upbringing had ensured that no men and only a handful of female servants had enjoyed the pleasure that her breasts and nipples could afford to the directed gaze.

Indeed this upbringing was the bane of her life for far from princessly docilty our Princess was a feisty little creature of 21 years who dreamed of playing contact sports, of the chance to 'mix it' with other women. She had tried, pushing servants into wrestling her but, of course, none would dare to actually hurt her and so they fled bruised and battered, without the Princess having felt the slightest pain, or having the merest mark to show for it. Frustrated was her principal adjectival epithet.

After two or three such encounters she grew bored, desperate for real action and to fight her way through pain and difficulty to impose herslf physically on a worthy adversary. But where was she to find one? Her life had revolved around home tutoring, and horse riding. Whenever she did manage to go out she was always accompanied by two burly bodyguards. She had thought of trying to provoke a fight with some chance encounter, but never pursued the idea knowing that the bodyguards would stop it before the second blow could be struck.

Frustrated as she was she did have excellent gym facilities and she kept her body in good shape. She played tennis and badminton and got some pleasure in her nether regions thanks to her favourite saddle which she had 'improved' to ensure that it could rub her in just the right way. Between the saddle and her imaginative use of various long slim objects she would have trouble 'proving' her virginity, but hoped that her eventual husband would no longer consider an intact hymen as essential to a marriage agreement.

Now that she had passed 21 her parents began inviting potential suitors to make her acquaintance. Before then they had been inevitably rebuffed by royal parents who, having only been able to produce one child, were determined not to lose her too early. The first suitors came alone, stayed alone and left alone. Then one arrived with his 25-year-old sister in tow.

The Princess realised the opportunity that this provided and soon invited the sister to spend time with her. The Sister was a little shorter than the Princess, and also a little stockier and, aided by the Princess' desire to use the Sister to ease her frustration, the two spent much time together. The Princess pushed her companion into revealing confidences and so learned that the Sister was more worldly than she, and that she had even been in fights (far fewer really than she let the Princess believe). The Princess revealed her desire to fight another woman and the Sister saw this as a chance to further her brother's cause and, should that come to nought, to leave a bruise or more on the Princess as a farewell souvenir.

The question was, just what kind of fight? The Princess didn't take much convincing that neither should end up with black eyes or cut lips. That seemed evident. The Sister suggested they seek to force submissions from the other - taking a breather after each submission. The Princess wanted hairpulling. The Sister less so, but she did agree to it, but only once each had won a submission. The Princess' short hair gave her an advantage here, but the Sister was counting on being able to avoid submitting and therefore not satisfy the conditions for hairpulling to be allowed.

A few years earlier, during her 'rebellious' spell, the Princess had taken to listening to music loudly in her room which, at the time, was in close proximity to her parents' room. The upshot was that her bedroom was now in the East wing of the building outside hearing distance from other occupied bedrooms. It was a very large room and by turning the key in the lock, privacy was assured, even if they were to squeal and make pained noises.

No point damaging clothes, so they stripped down to their knickers. When the Sister saw the Princess' boobs she almost gaped. They would drive her brother into a frenzy of lust, she thought. She found her eyes riveted to them and her first thought was that it would be a travesty to damage them. She looked at her own boobs (which she had always considered as quite adequate) and felt a feeling not unlike jealousy. Would she still be single if she had boobs like the Princess'? If the fight went that far, the idea of digging her fingers into them appealed. Somehow she thought, however, that the Princess would soon back out of the fight before they had a chance to get that rough.

The Princess may have had a sheltered upbringing but she wasn't that naïve. She knew that she had tits which impressed those who saw them (many a maid had told her). She also knew from the odd occasions when she had hurt herself that she could stand some pain. What she didn't know was whether she could out-wrestle another person. The idea of starting gently suited her purpose but she hoped deep down that, before they finished, it would be anything but gentle.

The agreement was to start just wrestling to pin the other. Nothing rough, just pure wrestling. After three pins they would discuss how to up the stakes.

Oh the joy of wrestling. The Princess loved every moment as, for the first time in her life, the other person was wrestling back. She quickly realised that, when the Sister had the top position, the Sister's weight and shape gave her an advantage. When just wrestling, however, she seemed to be more rapid and athletic and potentially superior.

The Princess won the first pin, but her greatest pleasure was conceding the second to the Sister – the first time in her life that she had been bested at something. Most people take part in things with the idea of winning and some accept defeat more graceously than others but, for the Princess, losing was a totally new experience. As it encouraged her to try harder to win she actually found it beneficial.

Getting those two pins had taken quite some time and energy so they decided to have a break while they worked out what to do next.

The Sister asked the Princess whether she had ever had another girl's pubes on her face (silly question really but there you go!). With both replying in the negative they decided to continue wrestling but with the object of wiping their pubes over the others face (a facesit if you prefer). This seemed like a good way of showing dominance, adding dimensions that a mere pin didn't.

However, in order to rub pubes on face, said pubes needed to be exposed. They therefore enjoyed two minutes with much laughter as they tried to remove the underwear of the other. With knickers half way down their legs, their movements were hampered and they flailed around quite a bit trying to pull them further whilst holding their own protection with the other hand. By the time both were removed the aforementioned garments were no longer capable of being worn!

For hygiene reasons the Princess had been taught to remove her pubic hairs. The Sister however had merely trimmed hers and this produced an interesting contrast. Before embarking on the next stage they had a stimulating discussion on their body-hair choices.

Then it was back to wrestling. No hairpulling, no boob bashing, no pube twisting, merely wrestling albeit with a smelly damp ending.

The Sister had thought to start gently and gradually dominate the Princess. The Princess, on the other hand, while not unhappy to know what it felt like to have another girl's sex pressing on her face, was quite keen to give the Sister first taste. She flew out of the traps, bowled the Sister over and was quickly astride her body with her hands pressing the Sister's shoulders down.

Realising that her approach had failed the Sister set out to defend herself, and it took the Princess lots of energy to maintain her position and gradually inch up the Sister's body. Then she had one knee on shoulder and finally the second one. She lowered her groin onto the Sister's face feeling where her nose pressed into it. Wriggling she enjoyed the feeling as the nose rubbed against her sensitive skin.

Uncovering the Sister's nose so that she could breathe, the Princess began to feel in control. She manoeuvred her sex so that she could feel the Sister's lips against it. The Sister had tried moving her head, but soon realised that she couldn't escape. She could breathe, so it was merely a question of time as to how long it would take for the Princess to release her.

In fact it wasn't long before she heard the Princess' muffled voice telling her to lick her pussy if she conceded defeat. Half a dozen licks later, the Princess was climbing off her and a new rule had been defined.

There was (sadly maybe) nothing sexual in the Princess' motives, merely a sudden idea she had that would prove the Sister had really conceded defeat. Being forced to lick private parts surely constituted the ultimate gesture of defeat, at least in so far as their current contest went.

The Sister was not about to underestimate the Princess twice. Actually she didn't need to, as the Princess was quite keen to feel for herself what it was like to be sat upon. So she blocked the Sister's attempts for a while and then 'succumbed'. She found the feel of trimmed pubes against her face unusual and even a bit ticklish, though some were quite hard. She experienced the texture of a woman's sex against her tongue in a scientific 'what does it really feel like' manner, equally devoid of sexual overtones.

The wrestling grew more intense and their breathing more ragged. It was clear that they were evenly matched. There was a lengthy stalemate where neither could stay in place long enough to have their pussy licked but then fatigue began to enter into the equation. The Princess experimented by trying to force her tongue inside the Sister when she finally was beaten. She was gratified to find the Sister flicking her tongue over her more sensitive parts a few moments later, and to discover that someone else could provide sensations that she had had to provide herself up until now.

The third and fourth face sits demanded lengthier tonguing before the victor released the loser, even if true sex was still some distance away.

At four face sits each exhaustion forced reason to the surface and both agreed that perhaps enough was enough for one day. By mutual agreement they decided to leave other forms of fighting to the future. When they joined the others for dinner later that day both felt as if what they had been doing was written large across their faces but, of course, it wasn't and so life carried on as before.