<div class="floatright">(http://www.freeporndumpster.com/1215103/thumbs/Cinderellaposevi.jpg) (http://www.freeporndumpster.com/show.php?l=1215103&amp;f=Cinderellaposevi.jpg)</div>Cinderella<br/><strong>Location</strong>: Prince Charming's castle, balcony<br/><strong>Tags</strong>: Alone  :'(<br/><br/><br/><div class="spoiler_container"><div class="spoiler_header" onclick="hideSecond (this);" role="button">Cinderella</div><div class="spoiler_body"><div class="floatright">(http://upload.wikimedia.org/wikipedia/en/f/f6/Disney_Cinderella_princess.jpg)</div><strong>Name:</strong> Cinderella<br/><br/><strong>Category:</strong> Princess<br/><br/><strong>Movie:</strong> Cinderella<br/><br/><strong>Sexual Preference:</strong> Bisexual.  Fetish for being dressed in rags and treated like a worthless slave.  Fetish for cleaning.<br/><br/><strong>Notable Powers &amp; Abilities: </strong>Cleans very well.  Can dance.  Has lovely feet.<br/><br/><strong>Personality &amp; Bio:</strong> A shy romantic hopeful dreamer.  Cindarella caught the eye of her handsome prince after years of cruel neglect and sexual use at the hands of her wicked step-mother and step-sisters, and that was mostly due to the efforts of a fairy god-mother.  Cinderella tries to be good and noble, as a princess should, but she misses the sexual humiliation she received back at home.  </div></div><br/><br/><br/><div class="floatleft">(http://disney-clipart.com/Cinderella/gif/disney-cinderella-gif-2.gif)</div>A grandfather clocks strikes twelve and Cinderella delivers a sigh that would make any princess proud.  It is twilight and she stands alone on the balcony of Prince Charming's sparkling white stone castle.  Tonight the elegant blue dress she wore did not fade away, as it had when she had first romanced her dashing prince, with the help of a certain fairy godmother.  This dress is real, just as the castle and the servants waiting on Cinderella hand and foot are real.  Cinderella wears a new pair of glass slippers, painstakingly crafted by some of the finest artisans in Ever After.  The heel of these slippers is just a little over four inches, and Cinderella finds they quite painful to walk around in.  Despite this, her charming prince will let his fiance wear nothing else.<br/><br/>Not yet married, the first night Cinderella had secretly spent with her prince had been chaste, though only just.  The prince had kissed her with all the magic and passion that only a true prince of Ever After could manage.  His kisses made her melt in his arms, and when he began to kiss the swell of her breasts as they bulged from her dress, she did not stop him.  When the prince moved lower Cinderella had been nervous, but she dared not withhold anything from her fiance.  She was for all intents and purposes only a princess by his say so, and although she was descended from an upstanding aristocratic family she had spent much of her life a poor peasant girl, a scullery maid even.  The prince however did not seek to take sexual advantage of his would be bride.  He knelt romantically before her and gently lifted her delicate foot and equally delicate glass slipper.  It was a beautiful homage to the moment they had both accepted it was their destiny to be together.  Then the prince began to start kissing, but his lips were more for the glass footwear and Cinderella's foot.  When he began to lick and slobber over the shoe and her foot, poor Cinderella began to feel like she was interrupting something private.  When the prince was finished, he spilled his seed on her magical shoes and tried to get Cinderella to now lick them herself.  She had enough at that point and fled in tears.<br/><br/>The depraved acts of that first night had been repeated during the long weeks as preparations for the marriage slowly plodded along.  Cinderella hoped things would be better once the marriage is done and consummated, but truth be told she was glad when her prince was called away on some heroic quest.  In the weeks they had been together, the pair had already begun to drift apart.  She is a kind young woman who would use her new position to help the less fortunate, and he is an arrogant young man who demands everything be just as he wishes and who cares little for his people, provided they are safe and free from any hardship he could ride out and slay with his sword.  Cinderella has little in common with the other ladies of the court, who mock her and not always behind her back.  Even her prince has occasionally joined in on the fun, making fun of her naivety and some of the low class habits she has acquired, like offering to help servants clean when they look busy.  Despite this, the prince will take no other for his bride.  Cinderella is the most beautiful woman in the kingdom, and that is all he values.<br/><br/><div class="floatright">(http://www.freeporndumpster.com/1215103/thumbs/cinderellacleaning.jpg) (http://www.freeporndumpster.com/show.php?l=1215103&amp;f=cinderellacleaning.jpg) </div>"What are you doing you stupid tart?"  A nagging voice echoes out onto the balcony.  "You're sloshing that water all over."<br/><br/>Cinderella had been leaning on the balcony, admiring the gorgeous land surrounding it as it is bathes in the last rays of the sun.  She turns when she hears the unmistakable sound of some of the castles numerous servants.  A young woman dressed in little better than rags is kneeling beside a wooden bucket.  She holds a rag in one hand, and shields her face where she has been slapped.  On the floor beside her is a pool of soapy water.  A larger, better dressed woman stands over her and scolds her some more in a nasal bossy voice.  "If you don't shape up soon it's back to the orphanage with you, or out on the street."<br/><br/>"I'm sorry Ma'am,"  the young servant whispers submissively.  She leans down and wipes her rag around in the soapy water before lifting it over the bucket and squeezing it.  The older servant cruelly berated the younger as a worthless drab fit only for service in a whore house, and she strikes her from time to time with her own rag until the young girl is in tears.<br/><br/>Cinderella watches the exchange from the secrecy of the balcony.  She suddenly noticed her own white gloved hands are making a wringing motion before her, and there is a heat building between her legs.  Her wicked step-mother and step-sisters had often treated her as such, or worse.  She had often feared they might really cart her off to one of the magical kingdoms secretive brothels if they hadn't been too cheap to hire a real maid.  After a long verbal dressing down, and some physical punishment, one of the three women would often drag Cinderella aside where she would be forced to service them sexually.  Just remembering those night makes Cinderella begin to drip wetness into her princess panties.<br/><br/>Cinderella steps out into the hallway and immediately gets the servants attention.  Both servants immediately go silent and look apologetic for making such a scene in front of the princess.  "If she has been bad, then perhaps she should be spanked."  Cinderella squeezes her thighs together beneath the safety of her voluminous skirt.  She loved being spanked by her wicked family, and they all knew it.  "Now, away with you both."  Cinderella shoos both servants off with a dainty flick of her white gloved hand.  "No," she says when the teary eyes girl starts to lift up the wooden bucket.  "Leave it, just go."<br/><br/>The servants of course obey instantly and in moments they are nowhere to be found.  After looking around in a guilty fashion, Cinderella lifts the wooden bucket and carried it out onto the balcony, knowing it affords her much privacy.  The princess places the bucket on the floor and kneels down beside it.  She lifts the dirty soapy rag from the rim of the bucket and brings it up to her face.  Cinderella breathes in the smell of the soapy water and moans softly.  She can feel her sex getting more and more wet.  When Cinderella holds the rag over the bucket and wrings it between her hands, she moans softly again.  The princess dips the rag in the bucket carefully and begins to wash the floor of the balcony.  She wondered if that young servant was going to receive the spanking she ordered; she hoped she would.  Cinderella mops the floor, dreaming of days filled with cleaning, spankings, humiliation and pussy licking.  After the novelty wore off, she had grown very tired of lavish balls and polite conversation between stuck up noble women.  The prince had ordered her to fill her days with proper activities, like learning to play an instrument or sewing, but secretly Cinderella longed to clean.  Even now it is a struggle not to rub herself through the expensive dress.  Each wet stroke of the rag across the balcony floor makes her face flush and her pussy gush.<br/><br/>Cinderella bites back a sob.  "Fairy god mother, where are you?"  Perhaps she is too disgusted by her wanton antics to aid her any longer.