She Begins To Learn

With wide eyes, sense of wonderment and fear, she nervously tried to figure how to insert these items without appearing skittish, prude, and ignorant of how they worked.

The way the gals laughed was not a put down, it was more like an understanding of sorts, as if they had all been there before. Looking sheepishly about, she saw their sympathy and empathy. They had been through this before and the blushing gal apparently was the most recent convert into whatever this strange ritual was.

One whispered that as nervous as this moment was, either thinking about a romantic image would help or grabbing some lube would substitute. Not sure what to thing, she forced herself to try and meditate on a beach scene to help her relax. She was not about to have any of her friends help or touch her. Payback was not even on her mind. Right now, getting through this initiation was all she wanted.

So.

Closing her eyes, taking a deep breath, nearly spitting out a snort, she paused then exhaled.

Time to put this green diamond covered thing up the rear. Leaning forward, she just pushed and was quite surprised that it slid in without as much pain as she thought. But. It almost made her tip up on her toes too.

It was strange.

No other words for it.

Now, time for the pantie. Having had used a vibe before helped, she quickly set the device in place and pulled the rest of the lacy straps in place.

Once fully dressed, it was a matter of seeing the last surprise. Before she asked for the last component, she stated that she wanted to have the record reflect that it was recklessly dangerous to have her wear that thing up her rear. What if it ripped things or caused blood flow to be altered and she had damages done to her?

She was assured that while it was very much a real possible thing, the size was selected so that she’d not have to worry about that for at least a dozen or two minutes. No one was going to let her have it in so long as to cause her physical damage and that the clock was already ticking… she should hurry up to get to the next part of the night.

So, taking the last box, she discovered impossible heels. They looked amazing yet also looked like torture devices. They were taller than her 120mm red bottoms she was familiar with, and those were quite tough and high. One friend not only acknowledge they were tall, but announced that they were a smidge over 150mm. No way she could do these. And they had a diamond studded ankle strap to keep her secured in them with a padlock.

Her hubby had a sick sense of humor.

As she tried to figure how to get these on, she was acutely aware of a different sensation than before. The pressure between the front and back being stuff was turning on a very primal sense of arousal she was not familiar with.

And it felt really really really good.

Like focus robbing good.

Intensely stupendously good.

Two pairs of hands steadied her as she struggled to gain balance on top of what must have been more than six inch worth of heels. Six and a quarter inch to be exact she heard one say.

The fight to not only keep her balance but straighten her knees shifted her pelvis and lifted her chest quite high. The sensation between her legs and rear was now greatly intensified and was really causing her to feel overcomed and overwhelmed with pleasure.

Pleasures she was not only not familiar with but seemingly craving all her life. This was now most assuredly a sensation that hubby had to recreate, as taking something up the rear just for this could not be the only way.

Just could not be! Yet, it was so soo freakin’ awesome!