She Begins To Learn

That totally set off her masculine side into a fit of stupor driven rage. No man was ever going to dominate and subjugate her.

Her feminine side was strangely quiet and at peace. As if it had found the path it was looking for.

It had…

it…

had submitted.

But to what? What did that entail? What did it want to do?

Her feminine side felt drawn to the box and offered no resistance. And whenever the decision balance wavered towards the go straight home option, inner feminine pulled effortlessly and quietly the tide back in her favor. The masculine side was kicking, screaming, cussing, fighting, spitting, and was not making any dent on the decision balance at all. This was both strange and highly unusual as the masculine side tended to win every single time.

There was a wave of peace that was washing over her, tugging at her, soothing her, motivating her. What did she have to lose? In the end, she’d see her man anyway. Whatever was in that bag, that was where destiny seemed to be calling her. So she pointed timidly to the box and hoped for the best as her masculine side started screaming as if it was dying the most horrific slow death anyone could ever imagine. Yet, strangely, the feminine side was coaxing the masculine side to come along.

As her friends helped her get the content of the box open and spread out, her face was starting to blush and turn quite red. There were things she didn’t understand yet her friends seemed very comfortable with.

Private things.

Things one never discusses in polite or raunchy company.

Yet, she was asked to lay them out and wait for her instructions. The friends were all cool about it, well, there was one who kept giggling and blushing, but that was not stopping her at all.

Once everything was laid out, it was clear that she was to dress into the chosen attire. For starters, the bras she was to put on seemed to have not only no good padding, but was meshed with no under wire. That wouldn’t do much good for her twins, even if they were well mannered in size. The latch on the bras appeared unique. The chocker looked amazing, but was not a fashion choker even if it looked fashionable. The material and weight was wrong. It was a bit heavier than if it had been made of thick leather.

The summer dress was very playful and super thin. Good thing the weather out was nice. But that degree of thinness was not going to offer any protection from any breeze. The material felt amazing, caressing, silky, soothing, and nearly lighter than air.

The body stocking was nice. Very extra silky smooth and seemed to provide a bit of extra support to her boobs which felt assuring. Where things got very dicey was the jewelry she was to wear. She understood the ring, that made sense, much like the pearls and bracelet. The other items made no sense. Once one of the girls starting explaining, everyone turned beat red.

She was to wear the larger of the pieces of remaining jewelry where?

Her anus?

Seriously?!?

First of all, nothing goes in. Everything only goes out of that area.

Second. No freakin’ way!

Third. That thing was huge looking. Like it would rip something. It was massive. Forget how pretty it looked for a moment.

It was going to spread her… never mind… it’s huge!!

Why would any human find this pleasing at all!!

Why did she…

How was she…

No…

That thing couldn’t possibly fit up the rear.

No!

Just.. No!

Simply.

NO

Then, there was the question of the panties. She had to wear a special one that had this probe built into it. And that was even more disturbing to her. Not only was she to wear jewel covered thing up her rear, she was going to wear panties that had a probe inside her “no-zone”.

What in the Sam’s Tar-Nation was she getting into?

Hubby never once mentioned these devil’s tools before. She had used a vibe once or twice, but this probe, looked dangerous.

The instructions were clear, she could not back out of her choice. She was to put them on. And she was not given the option of going into a private room to fake putting them on either. The circle of friends all of a sudden not only appeared very close, but seemed to loom ever closer. She had to put them on before she could get the last item in the bag.