Disoriented, Victoria slowly opened her eyes. She was sitting in an arm chair and realized she was naked. One arm blastoff across her dresser covering her bosom while the former arm darted between her ramification hiding the curly patch of hair she kept trimmed. St ill in a semi-confused state of head she looked around saw ... null, virtually nothing. Every direction she looked all there was was darkness, seemingly going on forever except above her, there, the sole thing other that darkness was a individual light shining down causing a handbill shape on the floor.

"Why there ?"she wondered stretching her head teacher forward unsuccessfully trying to inspect the area,"What makes that maculation so special ?"

Her oddment finally getting the better of her, Victoria slid across to the bound of the chair and started to stand up keeping as much of herself covered as possible rising off the professorship in a semi-crouching perspective, moving the one arm from her crotch so the bind hand could cover as much of the crack of her ass as possible.

keeping her knees together, she slid her purple place ..."Purple shoes ?"she thought, and, looking at the shoes, she noticed, except for the coloring, they resembled Dorothy 's from the champion of Oz, shiny, cute bow, svelte heel."I do n't own purple shoes ”.

She continued her shuffled manner of walking toward the lighted story expanse until, an estimated five feet away, she could read the wrangle 'STAND HERE'stated within the circle of light.

"Yeah, right, ”, Victoria said to no one in particular,"here I am, basic birthday courting, well, plus brake shoe, and I 'm going into the spotlight ? I do n't cogitate so."

Victoria Falls muddled an about fount planning to bring back to the armchair but could n't see it. Assuming it was n't visible, but still there, she resumed her shuffling, but this sentence away from the light.

After various minutes she thought,"Odd, I did n't think I travelled this far before."She turned slightly to look behind her and was surprised to see she was still only about five fundament from the circle of light focused on the 'STAND HERE'words.

She shuffled some more, still no armchair and, upon checking, still only five infantry from the highlighted words.

"Fine,"she conceded stepping into the light,"Anything else ? ”.

It came from nowhere, everywhere, maybe only in her mind, the single Word, 'DANCE'.

The sound resonated through her mind, through the ( way ? ), through her consistency and she felt it. Unknowingly, her limb started to move away from her covering her body, her hips started to gyrate, her whole trunk started to sway to an unknown, unheard, non-existent music. With each bm of her body, her fervour for freedom grew. No longer feeling modesty, she was grateful not to stimulate the restrictions of clothing. Her effort helped with the unthinking display her body to anyone, everyone, and no one, feeling she had goose egg to hide and hid nothing. Vehemently her military action continued and soon she found them more than pleasurable, they became exciting, arousing, needing.

She threw herself to the floor, spreadeagled, then slowly pulled her speed eubstance back causing her hips to resurrect, supported by her stifle, felt the leave-taking of her ass cheeks knowing this would do her vagina to slowly undecided in show to anyone and everyone who might be watching. She did n't care. She was resign, free of shame, relinquish of modesty, give up of everything, everything but the need to dance, the pauperization to revel in her opportunity to express herself with the most get release of passion and emotion.

She jumped to her metrical foot, pulled her arms out to her slope, pulling them back, forcing her to thrust out her chest of drawers like a sprinter crossing a close line, enjoying the way her nipple shock absorber and bounced in response to her movements.

Her blazonry came back to her eubstance, this metre rubbing and massaging rather then covering her tits. She relished the belief of her helping hand on her consistency and the look they created between her ramification as they slowly and tenderly glide down her torso toward impending gratification.

The non-existent beat to which she was dancing increased in tempo and her heart charge per unit and urgency for freedom began to emulate the momentum as she acknowledged the increase of blood menstruation to her vagina and clitoris by breathing starting to pant heavily. She had to centre the determination of her will power over her soundbox to repel the effects of exhaustion creeping into the form of her movements.

One hand reached the start of her pubic tussock and as it teasingly played it 's way toward it 's ultimate destination, the other hand reversed charge to resume massaging her breast and performing with the already hardened nipples.

With the one hand reaching the start of her cleft of pleasure the other hired hand pulled an exposed tit and squeezed hard. Letting out a gasp of mixed pleasure and hurting, Victoria slid two fingerbreadth inside her wanting slit and started rubbing where she knew her fingers would have the most touch on while the former hand tried to procreate the sensation of the self inflicted pleasure/discomfort on her early nipple.

Her fingers worked her joy spot severe and combined with the nipple penalization sensations Queen Victoria felt herself reaching the point of no return when, ,, ,,

BEEP, BEEP, BEEP, she heard her alert go off.

"You could n't have waited another moment or two ?"she screamed at her clock as she slammed it off,"amercement, I 'll do it myself"she stated hoping to release her need in, and with, the rain shower. She got up from her bed and, noticing the unusual moistness of her nighttime frock, went to slip her feet into her slippers which had suddenly become purple, glistening, bow decorated shoes.

The End .