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Old 07-04-2011, 12:12 PM
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this is an old old story I saw someone post on Indian Outlaws' storyboard I believe years ago. It was as the title states, a version of the Emperor's New Clothe only with a woman, the story involves her having a dress made with gentle threads made of wax that melt in the sun leaving her naked. Does anyone have this story and if so could they re-post it or send me to a site that has it? The INdian outlaw board doesn't archive stories longer than a few years old so I'm unable to find it there. Thanks
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Empress’s new clothes
“But Your Highness, this is the work of the finest tailor in the kingdom!”

The Empress Constantina surveyed her reflection critically in the mirror. Her dress was green velvet, layered over the finest satin underskirts, with golden threads woven in the lace at the neckline and sleeves. A headdress of matching gold and emeralds crowned her hair.

“I don’t like it,” she complained. “This dress is – it’s no better that the last one!” Frustrated, she pulled the dress away from her body, not caring that she was tearing the green velvet. “Am I not the most beautiful woman in the land?” Her chambermaids nodded silently, too cowed to disagree. “These tailors, they’re not worth the money! How do they expect me to wear these rags?”

The maids nodded again. It was true that the Empress was a strikingly attractive woman. Tall and regal, with firm, round breasts and hips, she was the embodiment of what a royal beauty should look like. Her face matched her body, with full red lips and icy blue eyes, topped with hair that fell thickly in abundant pale blonde curls nearly to her waist. Her loveliness was well documented throughout her realm, yet so was her vanity.

The Empress was fond of holding elaborate processions for the sole purpose of parading new dresses to show off for her subjects. The citizens were expected to turn out in force and heap fulsome praise on the beauty of the Empress and her latest outfit. For those who did not show adequate enthusiasm she could make life extremely miserable – not so much through execution or imprisonment but though other, more subtle means, such as levying taxes in that part of town or changing the zoning ordinances so that they could no longer conduct their business. Be that as it may, it was widely known throughout the land that no dress could do justice to her beauty – or so was her claim.

Yet one day word spread round of a new tailor just moved in from Persia, one who was rumored to possess a singular talent and cleverness. It was said that he could find textiles and fabrics from the Middle East and craft designs with a skill that bordered on the magical. Needless to say, the Empress was quite intrigued with the tales of this clever tailor, and wasted no time in seeking him out.

The Imperial party finally found the famous tailor in a nondescript shop in the lower quarters of the city. The tailor himself was a short, swarthy, unctuous individual who met them with an obsequious bow. “I am Ali Hakim, at your service.”

The Empress fixed him with her most imperious stare. “Mr. Tailor, I would like to commission you to make a dress for me.”

The tailor bowed again and regarded his customer with a professional eye. “Your Highness, I understand that no dress could do your beauty justice. However, I think I could outfit you in the way in which you deserve. However, it won’t come cheap. My price is one thousand gold pieces. And you must agree to everything I ask.”

A thousand gold pieces is a lot of money, thought the Empress to herself. Still, if this tailor lived up to his reputation it would be worth the cost. Of course, part of her hoped he would be proven wrong so as to prove her point, that her beauty surpassed all attempts to contain it. “Very well,” she said, “I agree to your terms.”

Ali Hakim became all business. “Please, Your Highness, if you could just undress so that I can take your measurements.”

So the Empress entered the tailor’s shop and began to disrobe, with the help of her maids. First came the cloak, then the yards of green velvet comprising the overskirt and bodice, and then the voluminous layers of underskirt and petticoats, until at length she was clothed only in her single undergarment. “Well?” she demanded.

“Well, to be absolutely honest, I think I will need you to leave off everything so I can get an accurate measurement. You see, the dress I make for you will include a special set of undergarments, designed to fit perfectly underneath. It’s included in the thousand gold pieces.”

“This is highly unconventional,” the Empress grumbled, but having agreed to the deal had no choice but to remove her last remaining garment, and then stood there naked and shivering, feeling utterly vulnerable and exposed to the professional eye of the tailor.

Ali Hakim took out a tape measure and got to work. First he measured the Empress’s slim neck, and then worked his way down gradually over her shoulders, her chest, waist, hips, and legs. As he measured her chest, his fingertips lightly grazed the rosy tips of her naked breasts, causing her to gasp. Was that intentional? And the way he lingered over her inside leg measurement, the end of his tape measure brushing the tips of her pubic hair… How dare he violate her person like that!

Finally, after what seemed like an excruciatingly long time, the measuring process was done, and the Empress was allowed to dress again. “You’ll send word when your work is done, of course,” she said curtly, still disconcerted by the experience, and hurried out of the shop.

*

Word did come, one week later, and once again the Empress Constantina found herself back at Ali Hakim’s shop. At his cue, her maids removed her overskirt, bodice, underskirt, petticoats, corset and undergarments, until finally she stood naked in front of him once again.

“You are indeed as beautiful as your fame reports,” the tailor commented and the Empress flushed under his scrutiny. “I trust my work will do you justice after all.”

First, he brought out a new undergarment of the softest, lightest silk she had ever felt. Even as she put it on, the Empress had to admit the material and craftsmanship were exquisite. Then came the corset, and the petticoats. The underskirt was of iridescent satin, which changed color subtly every time she moved. Finally the outermost layer came on. The dress was gold and silver, reflecting the same iridescence as the underskirt, and laden with jewels. As an encore, the tailor had crafted an elaborate jeweled headdress, which he wove into her lovely pale hair. The effect was stunning. Even the Empress’s maids, used to seeing her in a variety of dresses, gasped in admiration. “Surely,” they cried, “here is a dress that does justice to Your Highness’s beauty.”

The Empress herself, however, refused to budge. “Well, I have to admit it comes close…”

“Pardon me, Highness,” Ali Hakim suggested, “why not show yourself to the city and let your subjects see for themselves?”

“Very well,” she decided, “send the coach back to the palace. I shall ride.”

Taking care not to ruin her new costume, the Empress mounted a white horse and sat sidesaddle, looking properly imperious. Then, escorted by her maids and courtiers, she departed the market and headed down the main thoroughfare.

Because the day was warm, most of the citizens were outside enjoying the late spring weather. As she rode up the street, the sun glinted off the sparkling jewels and iridescent fabrics, causing the gathering onlookers to stop and stare in awe.

“Look! How beautiful the Empress is!” they cried admiringly. “Look at that dress! The colors! And how it catches the sun!”

The Empress rode along, basking in the warm sunlight and the adulation of her subjects. Soon, however, she began to feel that something was not quite right. Her headdress, for instance, felt like it was coming loose. Perhaps the motion of the horse was jarring it. Whatever the case, she hoped that it wouldn’t get too dislodged before she got back inside the palace.

Just then she heard a distinctive plink, and a tendril of pale blonde hair fell across her eyes. No question about it, her headdress was coming loose, the falling gemstones leaving a sparkling trail behind the horse with every step. Her elaborate hairstyle wilted under the sun. What was worse, her dress now felt quite a bit looser than it had while she was in the tailor’s shop.

To her horror, the unmistakable scent of melting wax filled her nostrils. That treacherous tailor must have fastened her outfit together with wax thread, specially designed to come apart under the noonday sun.

Already she could see the seams starting to burst, the bodice opening gradually to expose her milk-white cleavage. Just then she felt a panel of her overskirt begin to disengage from the rest of her dress and trail down past the moving legs of her horse.

A lace broke at her collarbone, and her bodice now hung completely open. Still trying to look outwardly stony, the Empress was panicking inside. Here, on her horse in the middle of the street, she was totally exposed. Why had she sent her carriage back to the palace? Another panel of her skirt came loose. The gold-silver overskirt was nearly completely gone, and the seams of her satiny underskirt were starting to come apart.

Her corset popped open, loosening her breasts. With a growing feeling of dread she realized the tailor had taken advantage of her vanity and made a fool of her. She couldn’t make an obvious attempt to cover herself and admit her humiliation. For her there was no choice but to continue riding and try and maintain whatever semblance of dignity she had left.

And so the Empress had no choice but to continue her royal procession, her hauteur falling away bit by bit with each piece of fabric. Even her last silken undergarment melted away, becoming the last in a trail of clothing that had dropped off behind her horse, now being picked over by street urchins.

By now the crowd had gone completely silent, not sure how to respond to what they were seeing. Then a small child standing near the front of the onlookers yelled out, “Look! The Empress hasn’t got any clothes on! She’s naked!”

That cry was immediately followed by another: “The child is right! The Empress is naked!” Soon everybody was calling out, “The Empress is naked! She’s got no clothes on!” Even worse, the Empress could hear a faint snickering beginning in the crowd, soon growing to all-out laughter as she rode by. This only made her even more self-conscious of her nakedness, and she squeezed her legs together and tried to cover her breasts with her hair to preserve what little modesty she had left. And that is how she rode all the way back to her palace, naked on her white horse, her body covered by nothing more than a blush.

*

Her humiliation had turned to rage by the time she had returned to the palace. “Find me that cursed tailor!” she ordered her servants, throwing on her robe in a hurry.

“Er, that won’t be necessary, Your Highness, he is already out in your hall. I believe he is requesting payment.”

The Empress could not believe her ears. “I should have him beheaded for this!” she fumed as she strode out to where the tailor waited in the hall, bowing unctuously.

Her dignity since restored, the Empress Constantina glared imperiously at Ali Hakim and demanded, “Well, what have you got to say for yourself??”
The tailor gave a brief smile and replied meekly, “Please, Your Highness, you made a promise to pay me for my services if I could attire you in a way that would do justice to your beauty, no?”

She frowned. “That is true.”

“But you have said so yourself that no dress could do you justice. Therefore, by the terms of your own bargain that is exactly what you have ended up with – no dress!”

The Empress had no choice but to pay the tailor.
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Old 08-30-2016, 07:43 AM
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Default another story about Empress :-)

Bellow is another Empress tale what I hope will be kind of your taste
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The Empress's New Bikini
Posted by Jayne Austin

Some girls really do ask for it. At my local comprehensive school, the one who asked most was an 18-year-old sixth form girl named Germaine. She just about got up everyone’s nose. Not that I am saying she didn’t have talent, because, quite clearly she did. Her main talent lay in her ability to swim well.

At every school swimming gala she would be there strutting her stuff and winning most of the girls’ prizes. She just loved putting all the other girls in the shade. She did a lot of training so she had a really good figure with boobs which were quite big for a girl of 18. A lot of the boys loved watching her swim, not because they loved her swimming particularly but she did look good in a wet bathing costume. An she loved it very well...

She mostly antagonised the other kids in the sixth form, so after one particularly nasty spell of self aggrandisement at the expense of some of the other girls in the class, a group of her classmates decided she should be taught a lesson. They met together and thought up a plan.

In two weeks’ time the annual school swimming gala would take place. This was a huge event held in the local swimming baths as the school pool was too small to hold all the children and their parents. The most popular event at the gala was the “Design your own swimsuit” event. The actual swimming was just four lengths but the fun consisted in the variety of bright costumes which the kids were allowed to wear. They were supposed to make them themselves but it was well known that many bought them from the local shops.

Germaine’s class decided they would hold a raffle just before the gala and one of the prizes would be a bright bikini which Germaine was going to “win”. Two other sixth form girls, Chris and Olivia, met in Chris’s house and borrowed her mother’s sewing machine to make the bikini. Germaine was the same age and about the same size as Olivia so she was to act as the model for the bikini.

The kids had clubbed together to buy the things needed: a yard of plain, special material and some colourful cord. Chris cut out the bra top and tried it on Olivia for size. Then they stitched the cord all around the edge of the cups and left ties at the top and the back. They cut out the bottom of the bikini and ran two cords along the top to tie at the sides. They ironed it, wrapped it in tissue paper and put it in a box.

After the raffle tickets had been sold for school funds all the kids met together after school for the draw. There were three prizes, a book, a T-shirt and the bikini. They arranged that the person whose name was drawn first out of the hat could choose any prize they wished. The first out was Billy and he chose the book. The second winner was Helen who chose the T-shirt. And surprise! surprise! the third name out was Germaine. She was left with the bikini. She looked at it and all the other kids said how fortunate it was that she should win it as it would be just great for her to wear in the “Make your own swimsuit” event. Germaine was delighted. She thought it was a great idea.

On the day of the gala, the swimming baths was absolutely packed with hundreds of parents and all the schoolchildren. Germaine won quite a few events and inevitably took the highest place on the stadium in front of all the cheering throng to receive her medal and wave in queen-like manner with her hands in the air.

Then there was a buzz of excitment amongst the sixth form kids as the “Make your own swimsuit” event was announced. There was one event for the girls and one for the boys. The girls went first and assembled on the podiums ready to dive in. The row of boys sat just a few feet behind them on chairs, and awaited their turn.

The starter fired his pistol and all the girls dived in. There was great cheering as the bright costumes bobbed up and down in the water. It soon became obvious that Germaine was drawing ahead of the others and by the fourth length she was several yards in front of her nearest rival. She touched the edge of the pool and was declared the winner. There was huge cheering much to Germaine’s delight. The other girls soon joined her and they all climbed out of the pool. What Germaine did not realise was that her bikini had been made out of the dissolvable material used for making stitched patterns. After the pattern is in place the material is left in water to dissolve and only the pattern remains rather like a piece of lace.

The sixth form boys, waiting right in front of Germaine, loved it. They all had a really good look at the naked breasts and pussy which emerged from the pool. Of course Germaine herself did not even suspect what had happened as the triangle of cord around her top and the cord around her waist were still in place giving her the impression that she was still wearing her bikini.

She loved the plaudits of the assembled throng which grew louder by the second. She waved her hands high above her head in acknowledgement of her victory and turned from side to side broadly smiling at evryone completely unaware that, apart from the thin cords framing her “assets” she was completely naked. The boys who were waiting to swim and a lot of others in the crowd made great use of their cameras to get some really good close-up shots. Some of the girls looked embarrassed but the ones in Germaine’s class were rolling around in helpless laughter.

Eventually, Germaine mounted the podium to receive her award and it was then that she realsied that everybody seemed to be, not so much cheering and clapping their hands, as laughing and pointing at her. She looked down and realised to her horror that her new bikini had completely disappeared leaving her soaking wet and naked in front of everybody. She looked desperately around for a towel to cover herself up but there wasn’t one handy.

She tried to cover herself up with her hands but she had rather a lot to cover so she didn’t quite make it. Eventually her great embarrassment ended when the teacher with the starting pistol borrowed a towel from a girl in the crowd and came running along to try to cover up the naked Germaine. Partly covered by the small towel she left in a great hurry and with a very red face.

Over the next few days, more and more photographs of the luckless champion were brought to school and one of the boys in Germaine’s class put up an exhibiton of her photographs on the wall of the sixth form during a free period.

But the incident had the desired effect on Germaine. Whenever she got too uppity, someone in her class would threaten to bring their photograph collection to school to remind her of the day she ended up wearing the “empress’s new bikini”.
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this is an old old story I saw someone post on Indian Outlaws' storyboard I believe years ago. It was as the title states, a version of the Emperor's New Clothe only with a woman, the story involves her having a dress made with gentle threads made of wax that melt in the sun leaving her naked. Does anyone have this story and if so could they re-post it or send me to a site that has it? The INdian outlaw board doesn't archive stories longer than a few years old so I'm unable to find it there. Thanks

So the person who wrote that is

google oneclickchick.com; CaptainQuixote

He and she is also on deviantart.com, (yes it is a husband and wife team)
I read the empress on deviantart and his other works, then decided to be his follower, the funny thing is I didn't think I would be your follower too, bbettyblambabam, I read your work on deviantart but that was it, who would have thought that my search for a Miss Fortune ENF story, would bring me to you again. That league of legends story compare to your stories on Deviantart was like heaven and earth.
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