All About The Princess

by Stormy

If you have read my other stories, you know that my granny was special. She loved me intensely and when I was violently raped at such a young age, it was only her healing and love, that could have allowed me to survive to write this.

Well, my granny died when I was 19 and I wasn't even allowed to go to her funeral. I cried and never really got over the loss of her.

So I went on with life, having lost my truest love, my granny. I sexually interacted with hundreds of little girls since then, well over 20 years of memories.

Now one thing about my granny, is that she somehow was able to see the future. I do not know how, but it is true. When I was little, she told me, "One day a prince will come into your life." and she would tell me these stories about how my life would suddenly be changed by a certain man. And she said that he would have a birthmark easily visible.

Well, I never made much of these stories, I did not wait around for some prince to come, though in my heart I knew my granny would never lie to me, and I remember her eyes when she told me these things and she was not telling me stories. She believed these things.

So anyway after decades and life and sons (only) of my own, one day, I saw a man. This man, caught my eye immediately, he took my breath away. At that time, as fate would have it, I was getting divorced, getting away from an abusive life. Well, this man I met, then became my husband, my true flame, the greatest man I have ever met.

So when I tell you that he has the mark my granny mentioned, do you believe me? And when I tell him about the mark and how granny said it was him, do you think he believes me? I can't imagine how any man could believe such a story, yet he says he does believe.

So when I met him, about 5 years ago, and first wrote all my original stories about cheer camp and granny and all that, it was like a whole lifetime of memories came upon me. Needless to say, he is accepting of what my life is like, and he supports my fictional stories, as well as the true ones.

Well my hubby is quite different from me. I can travel astrally and do things spiritually, whereas he needs to develop his third eye before he will be able to do these things. So it is interesting how different we are. But this difference has caused me to be influenced by his curiosity about me.

For example, I am able to travel spiritually, and cause women to become sexually aroused. To state it a different way, I have an ability, which allows me to focus on a woman or girl, and to cause them to become uncontrollably lustful toward whatever female in range, that I choose. To say this another way, I can make a woman and her daughter, who are let's say, sitting in a car on a cold morning, waiting for the schoolbus, to suddenly become inflamed with lust for each other, and to kiss, and to agree to move the car, and to call in sick, and to go get a hotel room, and to explore mother-daughter love all day, and be home in time for supper. If I see a mother and her daughter, I can lie back later, and visualize them, and based on the context of where they are, I can cause them to become my sexual puppets. I do not do this by creating any new feelings in them, I just know how to slip in between the cracks of their essence, and stimulate what is already there.

So this power, of course, when explained to my husband, causes him great arousal. And naturally he is then curious about it. He knows people who can project astrally, but he is in that group of people who have to take it on faith, that the 'astral' or 'spiritual' plane, exists. So for him and many others, this could all be made up. So I continue to talk about it and answer his questions, and this causes me to focus more and get stronger when I do it.

So explaining this, helps me to share my gift with you. And helps me to thank him.

But it is worth explaining here, because as I use this power, I have other powers which become apparent. Another of these powers is like a tape recorder in my head, which apparently recorded every encounter I've ever had. I have heard my own voice, played back on tape, which my husband recorded. In this tape, my voice is that of my grandmother, and the tape is a conversation between her and me (aged maybe 5?), where I play both parts, granny and me. It was strange to hear my own voice as a child, and to hear my granny's southern drawl from my own mouth. I do not remember the trance, but I know that my subconscious is extremely powerful. Anyway, I have the tape if anyone wants to hear it, simply email me and we will discuss why you want to hear it. I expect few will bother, because it could be faked, and it is a matter of faith anyway.

But to get back to my power of 'trancing' other females, I will explain more.

There are people, on this Earth, who worship the female vulva. They call it, the Yoni. The pud, or pudendal mound. So first you must see that this mound of a small girl, is the most important thing there is. It is the mound of a little girl that holds all her eggs inside her. Each egg is potentially a dozen humans. And humans, are our greatest resource. So those who worship the Yoni thusly, are lovers of life, and do not see the nascent child as being any different than the born child. Both are deserving of love. Just as both male and female must play their part, though one may say they can control or divest themselves of, the other.

So when I analyze my power, it comes from the feminine divine. It's a circuit of pleasure, which calls to all women, and asks them to use their mouths to pleasure each other, orally. To put it very simply, it's what women do. We kiss each other 'down there'. And when this circuit inside us is activated, well, the lips of the trancing individual simply itch for pussy. When I see some girls at the store, and I go home and I think of them, I can make them lick their lips without them even knowing it. And I can see through their eyes and move their hands, so I can (and I do) just shove "my" hand right down the other girl's jeans. And of course when I do this, I am probably (but not always) trancing the other girl too, so She doesn't react badly or shocked, no, I have her arch her back and take that hand right down her asscrack. And so thereby controlling both girls, in the middle of some retail place, I can have them get each other off. Now I am talking about girls who otherwise have never even done anything like this. You see? I can "push people over the edge" in this respect. Like in that one movie where people can push ideas into others' minds? But I am never pushing these girls, because if they really try hard, they can resist me, and they might even resist their friend who doesn't resist me, that is to say, they can flee from temptation if they wish. However if I really am near the person for any period of time, their ability to resist is rendered zero. I am free, essentially, to select and target females, and to propel waves of Sapphic lust from within them, and those near them. I do this spiritually, invisibly, undetectably. Those who do not wish it, can tell me so, and I leave them alone. But if I wanted to push the matter, I will always win.

It's basically like this. When I am at a retail store, or out in public, if I make eye contact with you, and you are female, then it's over. It is at my discretion if I lie back later on my bed, and I focus on that moment, and on you and your aura, that I find you, and rub your lusts. That you will be unable to stop the images and feelings I can invoke in you.

You would immediately remember the eye contact and know exactly who it is, taking over your body. You would be frozen like a deer in the headlights, as your body stands up, and walks into the other room. Your mind would say "normally this is not what I do..." and yet your body would be doing something.. What? Is that your own hand pulling aside the covers on your daughter's bed?

And that's how it feels, the be touched by me, or by someone who has the power to trance as I do. And so you'd undress and slip into bed with your daughter, and yet your mind would say "Normally I wouldn't do this..." And she herself would be reacting to you, in a most lustful way, quite unlike her 'normal' self, or so you would say to yourself as her lips kissed their way up to your breasts --why, is that her hand wiggling its way into your vagina?

Wow, that's a weird and new feeling, to have your young daughter push her hand into your beaver. Hmm, it's like a giant dick almost, but better! What's making her use her fist against your g-spot like that? Is she trying to ruin every memory of every cock that you have, by making her baby arm into the best penis you've ever felt? How in the world can a five year old know how to perfectly fuck my pussy with her hand? ...These are the things you might think as you are being tranced.

She herself would be thinking "Wow, Mommy really likes this!" and it's pretty simply from the child's point of view. In the scenario described here, most of my energy would be spent on the mom, the child always knows what nature says is fun and enjoyable, is okay. So such a trance would of course produce great orgasms in both mother and child, I enhance the orgasms of course so that basically even with a quick 15 minute trance, I can have them coming and crying easily in that time. They will likely never have orgasms like what I give them. The only way to feel the completeness of it is to be tranced and this power I have, is rare.

You'd be amazed at how quickly an all consuming flame of lust between females who are in close proximity, can be lit, and then fade like a man's lust when satiated. So when I leave them, I will leave Mommy in bed with baby, and she then has to deal with the memory and pleasure of the event.

If it is you, then you would stand up, completely quivering with the most unreal orgasm you'll ever know, and the memory of me will linger. You'll gaze down at your daughter who is gazing up at you with awe, reverence, and unbounded lustful play as her dreams every night from that point forward. Your reaction is your own, once I leave you there.

Some mothers, even getting one such trance in their life, that's all they need. Such a woman will kneel down right there, and continue on her own. She'll suck that baby's cooch until dawn. Other mothers take a while, they want to be sure, or they don't feel a rush, and that's fine.

But if I trance them a second time, then they will generally give in much easier. So the first trance might just be you and your daughter for 15 minutes, but the memory of it will linger. You will want more. Why? Because you are a woman, and that little baby beavie will be a woman's beavie sooner than you think. Therefore when I come for the second trance, and I lay back and think of you two again, and again your body stands up from its bed, well, this time I will play for keeps. No 15 minutes here, I would set you both on a much longer course. You'd go into the bedroom and find her already rising from bed, her nightgown and panties the only barricades to the irresistible burning in your mouth and cunt. Your desire to have her utterly, is all consuming. You simply must know again what it is like to be as close to her as possible.

And so she practically leaps off the bed to you, and you clutch her from the air, and she seizes you with her little legs, wrapping them around you and both of you plunge each other's tongues into the other's mouth and your hand dives under her panties and begins rubbing her tiny anus and crack rudely preparing it for what's next, why, it just feel natural to you both. And as you kiss your little girl and as she humps her hips on you and arches her back to give you a better angle at her little poo hole which Mommy wants to touch, obviously, then it only seems natural that you would lick and then insert the first knuckle of your finger into her butt. I mean she is obviously okay with it. And so this second trance would take you both to a whole different level. You'd carry her like that quietly to the bathroom, careful not to wake anyone else, and in the bathroom, you'd find that she had slipped all the way down on your finger, which would be up her tiny ass. You'd carefully rotate it, not removing it, so that you could gently fuck it in and out, while still having access to her tiny pussy. By sitting her on the edge of the toilet or the counter, and locking the door, you'd be free to quench the raging of your lips, which never got (in the first trance) to suck baby's beavie. Well now you can! Go to it! And of course once Mommy is in a trance, giving in to her own desires, when she's sucking that little pud and calling forth its clear liquid river, well, it is like she is feeding. And what sucking baby hen feeding, wants to stop? You see when I visualize these things, I aim to make the mommy, while she's sucking her baby's puss, to have the clear picture of herself as a baby, and the baby's puss as being a milky breast. So when she is sucking, and she "gets it" that she is nursing as a baby, getting life's milk, and when the baby also "gets it" that "Mommy is sucking like a baby and I am putting out milk!" well then, they can literally stay locked together for hours. I know, because I have locked a mother's lips onto her baby in this way and when I checked in on them two hours later she had not broken the seal, but had gently nursed, giving and getting orgasm after orgasm. Such is the power of the trancing.

Whew! Well the spirit is causing me to write this. So perhaps I have seen you? Perhaps in my dreams or in yours? And perhaps you know of "The Princess" who is able to motivate parties of girls and women? Hmm?

I really should not be talking about this, but I can't resist. It is time to tell you.

You see, it really is true that, when you gently nurse from the vagina of a small girl, she will produce the most delicious syrup you can ever taste. There is no harm in it, and she is made to produce this fluid in copious amounts, but only if you seek her true pleasure.

It is sad that people do not know this, because girls are made to produce it, and to enjoy being suckled thusly. This is a key truth: Girls love to be suckled by women, on their genitals, and when this happens, the fluid they produce, is a magical elixir of life and love.

So given the above truth, perhaps you can understand how and why, women and girls will team up, to ensure that they get to participate in this production of "milk"? The most divine of milks, of course. Can you thereby understand that since each little pussy is made to give milk, that there should be milkmaids? Well, those milkmaids are my ladies, my girls.

They know me as "The Princess". I show up at their milking sessions, and I spiritually inflame them all with lust. Any girls or women who have been to a party with the Princess, know what it feels like to have a house or room full of pussies being sucked and pleasured. My spirit dances around such rooms, and sometimes I can even materialize and pleasure these women. It is one thing to move someone else's body; It is quite another to cause their mind to see and feel you as a glimmering and radiant and naked princess who eats their pussy, spanks the hell out of them, and makes them eat princess-pussy. And yet, what I am describing here is known to more than a few magically in-tune females who know what is being said here. They have made love to The Princess. They know her.

Let us call them, "milkmaids". These ladies who draw forth this milk. For it is the most delightfully hidden river, which they cause to flow. And this river they then drink, as if drawing milk from a mother's nipple. So if one milkmaid calls another and says "you wanna get a pint?" she is saying "shall we take our daughters, to a place where we will suck their pusses until they make the fluid we love to drink?" and if she calls up and says "Can you spare a cup?" she is saying "Can I milk your daughter's pussy?" So it is like a certain code (which I am putting words to now, but which has been unspoken until now)

So each girl, is a 'cup' of milk, if you understand, and 'milking', is where several older girls or women meet up to lovingly suckle the pussy of a prepubescent girl. it takes two cups to make a 'pint'. Meaning a pint of milk can be gotten if there are two girls. Four cups is a bigger party (four girls are a handful as you may know) and that's a quart.

When you have two quarts that's eight girls, or a "half gallon". Those parties take time to plan. But what you need to know is this: There are half-gallon-level "milkings" going on in at least 30 locations at any given time on Earth. This means at each of these parties, right now, there are at least eight girls having their vagina lovingly suckled, and it is dripping its river of milk into some milkmaid's mouth. The women suckle, and they get milk. Now if you can imagine a room full of such women, and a good amount of girls giving their pussy-milk, well, you can imagine what an awesome event such gatherings are. And they are happening at an exponential rate. The milking is well underway, and the little cows (if you will) are really loving the giving of their milk. Yes, I can close my mind now and see that there are nearly 100 such half-gallon (at least eight pre pubescent girls) size parties going on at this very moment as I type this. But anyway, those are the big parties. I prefer here to describe a smaller party, the number of which are going on right now is well in the thousands, but it fatigues me to count that high. So let's consider the nexus or seed of the bigger parties, which are the smaller parties.

Let's say, six women and two girls, meaning two cups. And typically when one milkmaid says to another, "let's get a pint" they will meet up (or one picks the other up) and then ride around in one car, with the girls playing in the back seat.

Maybe the girls know they are going to be milked and are already happy little "cows for the cause". Or maybe, they are both unmilked? Some milkmaids only partake of other women's daughters and keep their own daughter unmilked until they are comfortable. That is completely okay because it is up to the mother to know when the milking of her daughter should begin. So let's say in this case that the girls are new and that these two mothers (milkmaids) have decided to finally milk their own daughters together, in one nice little session.

Well typically they would first involve the ladies who have given their daughters previously, so if these two are called Karen and Linda, and they've been to parties and have sucked on the daughters of say Marge and Fanny, well then they would typically arrange a suitable time for Marge and Fanny, to join them for the party at which their own daughters will be served up for milking. And of course typically, Marge and Fanny have secretly lusted over the girls who are being held back, and who are now going to be milked for the first time. That is to say, typically Marge and Fanny would have given Karen and Linda free reign to fondle, suck and mess with their own daughters, and typically this would be going on for as long as it takes until Karen and Linda relent and give their own daughters up. And it is inevitable, because every moment they spend soaking in the pool of milking-girls, only further convinces them that their own daughters need to be milked eventually. So when it happens, well of course the ladies who provided all the yummy girl flesh to get these two mommies over the edge, will want to satisfy themselves and to draw milk from these new little lambs.

So that would be the first rule of any new milking: Always involve those that have built up the most desire for your daughter's milk. And typically each mother knows who wants it and would arrange ahead of time. So in this case our two ladies would then become four ladies. But usually they would leave the other two experienced girls with another group of women (to be milked simultaneously in a different location as these events transpire) but their own daughters wouldn't be present because the point would be to have these two little virgins, be introduced to the system in isolation from the girls (who are their surface 'playmates' already as they all know each other in the surface world) who are already being milked. In fact let's assume these two are really savvy, and they want maximum attendance for the possibility of the Princess blessing their milking, then what they will do is rent out adjoining hotel rooms and keep the little darlings apart, with one room being for new girls, while the experienced girls are milked in the other room, then mixing them when and if appropriate.

So in that case Marge and Fanny would already know to have dropped their girls at the hotel ahead of time, so that the other ladies in the "experienced room" can get busy playing with the girls, showering and bathing and flirting and eating pussies. They are then able to stoke the lust of that room, and this will inevitably bleed through to the next room, which is being prepared for the two new girls, and the four women who are conspiring to introduce these girls to being milked.

So this can all be arranged very easily. When Karen/Linda agree and they call Marge/Fanny, then these two moms need only ask their little calves "hey, want to go give milk?" and the girls know what this means, it means a hotel room full of women sucking their cooch and loving them and giving them gifts and clothes, etc. So they typically say yes, and even if not that is for Mommy to decide so let's say Marge for example has to convince her daughter to go. Maybe her daughter doesn't feel like it. Well, it is not unusual for a milkmaid to seduce her girl right there, stroke her caress her, whatever it takes, to get her to relent. Her milk needs to be given, and she should understand that. Sometimes a woman like Marge will delight in finding some previous infraction for which she can now threaten a spanking. Perhaps her daughter cries and doesn't even need the spanking, she relents and decides to go be milked. Or perhaps she gets the spanking anyway, and perhaps Marge tells the ladies "I will need a little while to convince her.." in which case there'd be a good amount of Marge getting her daughter to understand how delightful it is to be milked.

So then let's say Marge/Fanny do convince their daughters to go. Well these girls might even be allowed to choose who milks them. Since they are the experienced ones and they know they will be in "the other room", being milked to provide spiritual fuel for the new girls in the other room, then it is important that these experienced girls get to pick their favorite milker. Let's say Marge/Fanny offer a couple choices to the girls, and they choose Bridgette and Ginny, two girls that babysit them, and happen to be on summer vacation. So then beep beep beep the phones of Marge and Fanny dial up Bridgette and Ginny, who of course are ready at the drop of a hat, to get picked up and go to a hotel to milk these babies. These teenage milkmaids are my favorites because they suck so many and with so much love and they produce so much milk, well, I love these ones.

So then Marge/Fanny/Bridgette/Ginny and their two girls will go to the hotel (this all happens pretty quick in such cases) and once they get inside the room, they drop the outside world, they move up against each other, they kiss, they undress, they become real with each other.

And so then the next step is when Karen/Linda agree and the other four ladies and two girls get ready and move out, then the mission really begins. Karen and Linda would typically load the girls up, and head to the hotel. And of course, when they walk into the room, the girls are nervous but excited. Why would moms get a hotel room with their daughters in the middle of the day? Only for fun reasons, and every girl knows that.

And as for how it proceeds from there, well, you might be able to imagine. When I close my eyes, I can see them all right now, as I said, there are thousands of such parties globally happening at this very moment, and also at the moment you read this, as well.

And picture if you will, the river of milk that flows every moment in this way. It is like a torrent, a raging river. Even now as I type this, I want only to lie back, close my eyes, and connect with these parties. I move through the bodies of the women, and I make them do nasty things. I move through the body of the child and I make her produce even more copious flow into the mouth of the woman milking her puss.

I must say, the surface world is nothing compared to the world I live in. And soon I feel, that world will become the waking world. Yes, because behind the scenes, it's already in motion. And what can I say? Mommies love milk as much as girls love giving it.

Sincerely,

Princess Stormy