Chapter 1: Introduction
When the Prince placed the glass slipper on Cinderella's dainty foot and proposed marriage, it was the happiest day of her life. She would be able to get away from her nasty Step-Mother and her lazy daughters. No more scrubbing floors and chimney cleaning. No more window washing and wood chopping. No more doing laundry and cooking meals. And no more shabby clothes that needed to be patched and sewed every time she turned around. She was going to be an important wealthy Princess, that was held in high esteem. And the Prince was a very handsome and muscular man. He would make a fine husband, that any girl would be proud to have. Cinderella's life long dreams, were finally coming true.
A few months later, Cinderella was reminded of the old adage her dear Grandmother use to say, when she told the old woman about her dreams. The old lady would smile at her and say. "Be careful what you wish for Cinderella. You just might get it." At the time, she prayed that her dreams would come true. Now, she knew exactly what her dear old Grandmother meant by that. Because being Royalty, was becoming a Royal pain in the ass. A very BIG Royal pain in the ass. And being a Princess wasn't what it was cracked up to be. Especially with an asshole for a husband.
The happy life she had dreamed about and finally received, wasn't very happy at all. First of all, there was the glass slippers. They were very pretty, but also very, very uncomfortable. Especially when your husband demanded you wear them constantly. "Your job is to look pretty and uphold your high position. After all, you're part of the Royal family now." Hekept telling her. But being poor most of her life, Cinderella had gotten used to going barefoot. In fact, she loved going barefoot all the time. But the Prince wouldn't hear of it. And Cinderella liked her dark brown hair flowing around her shoulders. But the Prince insisted she wear it up.
His reasons were simple: "You're a princess now, Cinderella." He would remind her. "We need to uphold our image." Cinderella silently resented the Prince for saying this.
Then there was the gowns. The gowns were excellent attire for a ball or a party. Or even for a formal dinner at the Royal Palace. But for every day wear, they left something to be desired. Wearing all that material was uncomfortable as hell. First you had to wear the tight corset for the hour glass figure. It was followed by the slip, then two or three petticoats, and finally the gown. Worn all together, they were cumbersome and very hot. But the Prince demanded she wear the gowns every day. Her old dresses may have been shabby and patched, but they were cool and comfortable.
And because of the well defined muscles in her arms and legs from years of hard labor, he demanded that half of her gowns would touch the floor and have long sleeves.
"You're a Princess now my little commoner," the Prince said. "You must dress the part and look dainty and demure. It would be a disgrace to the Royal family, if the people were to see their Princess with muscles."
And that was another thing. He kept calling her his little commoner. Like he was reminding her of where she came from. It was really beginning to piss her off, that he wanted her to look and act like a Princess, but still thought of and treated her as one of the common people.
Then there was the rules of Royalty that must be obeyed at all times. While they were in the Royal Palace, Cinderella was allowed to walk by the Prince's side as his loving wife. But if they were in the village or touring the country side, the rules dictated she must walk at least three paces behind her husband. It made her so mad, that each time she had to walk behind him, she fantasized about spanking that bubble butt of his she was forced to constantly look at. Then she would imagine his sturdy male legs buckling, after she drilled him repeatedly in his flat hard stomach with solid punches. And that strong chin he so proudly thrust in the air, just begged to be smacked by her hard female fist.
Yet despite these fantasies that burned within her, Cinderella remained obedient.
Another thing that bothered her was that when the Prince was discussing affair s of state with visiting dignitaries or the King himself, Cinderella wasn't allowed in the main hall.
"No need to bother your pretty head about things you wouldn't understand, my little commoner. It's best to leave such important matters in the hands of men that know how to deal with them," the Prince would tell her.