Saturday, 21 July 2018

21 The Royal Hairbrusher

I was doing some chores at home when I heard some commotion from the castle. I knew it was only a matter of time until they showed up.



Sure enough they did. My mother called me from downstairs to say the royal guards were at the door to escort me to the castle. I grabbed my hairbrush and ran downstairs.

Two very tall women in uniform with large heaving breasts were waiting for me at the door. They saluted me. "Hairbrush bearer! Please come with us! The princess needs you!"

They walked on either side of me through the streets on our way to the castle, their breasts jiggling as we walked. The commotion was getting louder. It was a harp being played badly. The soldiers escorted me through the castle and presented me to the princess.

The princess was leaning over her harp and was a trembling mess of blonde hair. She looked up to see me and suddenly her face brightened. "Oh! My dear sweet boy! I'm so glad you're here! I need you desperately! Come here please! Guards, you are dismissed."

I walked over to her and sat on the chair behind her. She placed her trembling hands on her harp and started playing again. The tunes were wobbly and distressing. I got to work.

I picked up some of her long, soft blonde hair and started brushing slowly. She whimpered and sighed, her harp playing becoming calmer.

I brushed more. I started near her head and went all the way to the bottom, near her ankles. The tunes she played became softer and more melodious. She started humming along with her playing.

I kept brushing. Her music became louder and more beautiful than before and her humming became singing "Ahhhhhh" she sang, with the voice of an angel.

I knew this song. I kept brushing until she got to the end and then I stopped too. Her lovely long blonde hair was now very soft and shiny. "Hmmm.... " she sighed vivaciously, "Thank you my sweet darling boy" she said, giving me a kiss. She then sat on my lap and hugged me tightly for ages, her hair all around us.

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