Her Majesty's Festival: A Fairy Tale of Desperation and Drinking

By Kaylee Kennicott

As a foreign Ambassador, I chronicle the unique cultural and erotic practices of the Queendom, an insulated country led by a beloved female monarch. The Queen is treated with the reverence of a deity, and has the unique ability to perform much-desired "liquid baptisms" for her citizens.

One of the primary tenets of this Queendom is that the monarch -- and the whole royal family -- has the ultimate right to relieve themselves wherever and whenever they like. The citizens of the Queendom believe it is the ultimate blessing for their Queen to relieve herself on THEM.

In the course of my travels, I meet the official royal attendants, the Bishops, and the common people who receive the Queen's liquid blessings. And, to my surprise, the Queen grants me royal rights during my visit so that I might experience the same privilege that she does.

Having royal rights means I can relieve myself wherever I want...and it also means I get my own royal attendant, a beautiful young man who wants me to use him...

In this sequel to "Her Majesty's Toilet," my own chaperone, the royal attendant Pilot, takes me to one of the annual festivals held in a small village in the Queendom where the townspeople all celebrate the Cycle of Water. They also have the opportunity to receive a Queen's Blessing directly from the monarch, Herself.

I witness a lot of new and unusual practices at this festival, all of them centered around public urination, private urination, and drinking.

Features: piss erotica, piss drinking, pissing in mouths, pissing on others, pissing in pussy, cock pissing

• Language: English
• Publisher: Kaylee Kennicott
• Release date: Oct 22, 2018
• ISBN: 9780463959565

Kaylee Kennicott

Kaylee is 25 years old and writes erotica.

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HER MAJESTY’S FESTIVAL

Kaylee Kennicott

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Copyright 2018 Kaylee Kennicott

(Author’s note: This story is a sequel to HER MAJESTY’S TOILET)

HER MAJESTY’S FESTIVAL: A FAIRY TALE OF DESPERATION AND DRINKING

When Pilot and I awoke, it was darker outside, and the carriage had stopped moving.

He jumped up quickly and checked through a small window. Ah. Excellent. Exactly as planned.

Mmm? I asked blearily, still half-asleep and disoriented. He rejoined me.

My lady, he said, brushing the hair on my forehead aside and kissing me on the temple. We have arrived at our destination. We are well-refreshed and, after a bit of food and rest, will be in perfect condition to enjoy the festivities of the evening.

What festivities are those?

The prelude for tomorrow’s big event, he said, smiling hugely. He seemed excited, and full of anticipation for the surprise he was about to give me. "It’s Her Majesty’s Festival tomorrow, you know.

Time for the spring celebration in the village of D----n."

I knew a little about the festivals, but not much. My academic expertise on this culture was primarily that from Prince Philip’s reign, and the festivals were an old-fashioned tradition that he had not perpetuated.

The Queen, however, embraced the old ways.

Tell me more about the festivals, I urged him, helping him unpack another compartment of the picnic basket which held an assortment of small plates and cold foods for our dinner.

There are 21, in the 21 corresponding villages, during each festival season, which happens during spring and summer. It represents the melting of ice, the end of winter, and the beginning of hope and renewal. It’s a refreshing of the annual cycle of the seasons. Naturally, the Queen plays a big role: it’s the one time every year when each citizen of the country can have a chance to see their Queen and receive her blessing directly.

Wow, I murmured. What a responsibility.

She is well-trained, Pilot said seriously. You might inquire as to her regimen when she prepares for festival season. She is always happy to talk about the hard work that she puts into the ritual practices.

I will do just that. So, what role does the Queen play in the festivities?

If you have never heard nor witnessed it before, he said, I would prefer you see it first, before the telling.

That is well. Then, what for tonight?

Tonight, he said. We dine. We drink. We...enjoy each other’s company. If we like, we venture out beyond the carriage to see the common folk making merry in the streets. There is more food, and wine, and entertainment beyond.

Then let’s start with the wine, I said, holding my glass out. Pilot smiled from ear to ear.

Yes, my lady, he said, and within seconds he had uncorked a fresh bottle.

It was sheer delight to recline there, with the lively sounds of a bustling festival village all around, as Pilot and I fed each other little morsels by hand. We were cozily ensconced in the carriage, filling our bellies and our bladders, until a disturbance outside caught our attention.

Two men were fighting in the street, and had nearly come to blows with their fists, when our carriage door swung open and Pilot interrupted the scene.

It took only moments