Disoriented, Queen Victoria slowly opened her eyes. She was sitting in an arm death chair and realized she was naked. One arm shot across her thorax covering her bosom while the former arm darted between her legs hiding the curly plot of land of hair she kept trimmed. St ill in a semi-confused country of mind she looked around saw ... naught, virtually nothing. Every direction she looked all there was was dark, seemingly going on forever except above her, there, the merely affair other that darkness was a single light shining down causing a throwaway shape on the floor.

"Why there ?"she wondered stretching her principal forward unsuccessfully trying to inspect the area,"What makes that spot so peculiar ?"

Her wonder finally getting the unspoiled of her, Victoria slid across to the edge of the chairman and started to suffer up keeping as much of herself covered as possible rising off the chair in a semi-crouching position, moving the one arm from her crotch so the attached hand could brood as much of the wisecrack of her ass as possible.

Keeping her knees together, she slid her purple shoes ..."Purple shoe ?"she thought, and, looking at the horseshoe, she noticed, except for the semblance, they resembled Dorothy 's from the thaumaturge of Oz, shiny, cute bow, slight heel."I do n't own purpleness shoes ”.

She continued her shuffled base on balls toward the get off floor orbit until, an estimated five feet away, she could record the Bible 'STAND HERE'stated within the lap of light.

"Yeah, right, ”, Victoria said to no one in item,"here I am, basic birthday lawsuit, well, plus shoes, and I 'm going into the limelight ? I do n't call back so."

Victoria muddled an about face planning to return to the armchair but could n't see it. Assuming it was n't visible, but still there, she resumed her shuffling, but this time away from the light.

After several bit she thought,"Odd, I did n't think I travelled this far before."She turned slightly to appear behind her and was surprised to see she was still only about five feet from the rophy of lighting focused on the 'STAND HERE'words.

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

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

It came from nowhere, everywhere, maybe only in her nous, the single word, 'DANCE'.

The audio resonated through her creative thinker, through the ( room ? ), through her eubstance and she felt it. Unknowingly, her arms started to act away from her covering her body, her hips started to gyrate, her whole body started to swing to an unknown quantity, unheard, non-existent music. With each apparent motion of her body, her fervour for freedom grew. No longer feeling modesty, she was grateful not to have the restrictions of clothing. Her movements helped with the uncaring exhibit her soundbox to anyone, everyone, and no one, feeling she had nothing to hide and hid nothing. Vehemently her actions continued and soon she found them more than enjoyable, they became exciting, arousing, needing.

She threw herself to the base, spreadeagled, then slowly pulled her upper soundbox back causing her pelvic girdle to rise, supported by her knees, felt the leave-taking of her ass cheek knowing this would make her vagina to slowly subject in display to anyone and everyone who might be watching. She did n't give care. She was free, free of pity, free of modestness, resign of everything, everything but the demand to dance, the need to revel in her opportunity to evince herself with the most stimulated release of rage and emotion.

She jumped to her feet, pulled her arm out to her sides, pulling them back, forcing her to thrust out her thorax like a sprinter crossing a finish line, enjoying the way her bosom jolt and bounced in reaction to her movements.

Her arms came back to her body, this time rubbing and massaging rather then covering her teat. She relished the impression of her hired hand on her body and the feel they created between her legs as they slowly and tenderly glide down her body toward impending gratification.

The non-existent beat to which she was dancing increased in tempo and her heart rate and urgency for freedom began to emulate the momentum as she acknowledged the increase of blood flow to her vagina and clitoris by breathing starting to pant heavily. She had to focus the finding of her will magnate over her body to disgust the effects of exhaustion creeping into the habitus of her movements.

One hand reached the start of her pubic tuft and as it teasingly played it 's way toward it 's ultimate goal, the other script reversed direction to re-start massaging her knocker and playing with the already hardened nipples.

With the one script reaching the showtime of her crevice of pleasure the other hand pulled an break nipple and squeezed hard. Letting out a pant of mixed pleasure and hurting, Victoria slid two digit inside her wanting twat and started rubbing where she knew her fingers would cause the most affect while the other hand tried to reproduce the maven of the self inflicted pleasure/discomfort on her other nipple.

Her fingerbreadth worked her joy daub hard and combined with the tit punishment sense impression Victoria felt herself reaching the point of no homecoming when, ,, ,,

BEEP, BEEP, bleep, she heard her alarm go off.

"You could n't give waited another minute or two ?"she screamed at her clock as she slammed it off,"mulct, I 'll do it myself"she stated hoping to unloose her need in, and with, the shower. She got up from her bed and, noticing the unusual dampness of her Nox clothes, went to slip her feet into her slippers which had suddenly become regal, shiny, bow decorated shoes.

The End .