Archive-name: Bondage/monica.txt Archive-author: Archive-title: Monica - Part I My name is Monica French. Although my identity is not really pertinent to the story you're about to read, I feel that it's important to tell you that I am a real person. At some point you will undoubtedly begin to suspect that this story is a fabrication -- that I have made it up for some prurient reason. I assure you that every word is the truth, and I hope that you will not think me bold for relating it in this way. My primary motive is to provide you with an account of the bizarre consequences I recently experienced as a result of a simple clerical error. I have found it necessary to be quite graphic in my descriptions. If you, dear reader, are squeamish or offended by frank language you would be advised to read no further. Smoking finally got to me a short time ago and I resolved to stop. I have never had an exceptionally strong will and had failed miserably with every method. I'd tried them all; pills, encounter groups, hypnosis, and anything else that my friends suggested. Two weeks ago yesterday I saw an ad in the paper so simple and direct (STOP SMOKING! WE'LL HELP YOU!) that I called the number immediately. The number connected me to "The Institute," and the receptionist gave me directions to an address downtown where I would need to fill out some paperwork. ******* SESSION ONE ******* Not until I arrived at "The Institute" did I learn that it deals with more than smoking. In speaking with the woman at the front desk, it became clear that they offered help with just about every aspect of life; people who wanted to become ex-smokers accounted for only a small portion of their clientele. I filed this away with the idea that if they helped with my smoking I might find at some later date that they would be able to help me with other things too. In a hurry, I completed both sides of the application and returned it to the lady. It was really quite brief and asked for only the basic details about myself, you know - name, address, date of birth, and so on. When it came to the part where I was to indicate what service I desired, I found that there were several columns of choices and I needed only to locate the one that said "Stop Smoking" and enter the key letters into the box provided. I was in such a hurry to finish the form that I read the key letters from the wrong column and entered them in the box by mistake. An hour or two later, when it was obvious that there had been a serious misunderstanding, I was in no position or mood to object. Presenting the completed form to the receptionist, I was puzzled by her reaction as she checked each piece of information. Finished, she looked up and indicated that the service I requested was quite expensive. "I'll pay whatever it costs," I assured her, but found myself a little self-conscious. She was obviously appraising my body! Although I have no reason to be ashamed of my appearance (I have been told that I'm very attractive), I could feel the blood rising in my cheeks. She explained that I was one of the few `normal looking' people to request this particular service, and I felt relieved at least to know why she was looking at me that way. I could not understand what might be `normal' or otherwise for a person with a smoking problem, but elected not to pursue the issue. I was shocked when she told me that the fee would be a thousand dollars, but determined to go for it -- I could always press for a refund if I failed to quit. Besides, when she explained that the service consisted of four-hour sessions on Mondays, Wednesdays, and Thursdays for six weeks it seemed as if I would be getting quite a lot of attention for my money. I paid for the service with my Visa card and the lady asked my to please have a seat in the waiting room ... that I could begin my therapy shortly since it was a Monday. While in the waiting room I fetched a cigarette from my purse and lit it out of habit before realizing what I had done. Quickly snuffing it out in the ash tray, I looked around sheepishly to see if any of the other people in the room had seen what I did and immediately felt stupid since they could have no idea why I was here. After a few minutes a very pretty blonde haired girl appeared and called my name. "Miss French, would you come with me please?" I could manage only a nod as I stood, looking at the others apologetically for being called before them but they didn't seem at all upset. I followed silently behind the girl as she led me through a doorway into a long gleaming corridor. When the door to the waiting room had closed behind us she turned to me and explained that on this first visit a physical examination and preparation was needed before my session could begin. I told her that I understood and stepped through the first door on the right as she held it open for me. The nondescript office held a large shiny desk with a chair behind it and another comfortable looking chair in front for the visitor. Except for a few small paintings on the walls the room was bare. I walked to the chair and sat down as the girl seated herself behind the desk. I noticed a manila file folder on the desk before her and managed to read my own name on the tab along the edge. "Miss French, my name is Carol McGee," she began while opening the folder. She welcomed me to "The Institute" and thanked me for placing my trust in them. She sounded as though she had repeated the same words countless, but she looked so young that she could not have been with the company for very long. Her eyes were directed downward to my file and I was glad for the chance to stare at her unobserved. Very pretty and neatly dressed, she looked no more than eighteen. When she looked up she smiled warmly, putting me quite at ease. Opening a drawer at her left, she brought out a small glass bottle and a plastic cup sealed in clear cellophane. Unwrapping the cup, she explained that the bottle contained a medication that would facilitate the efforts of my therapists. Twisting the cap, she poured the contents into the cup and set it on the desk in front of me. Picking it up, I gave in to the urge to sniff. We all have memories of being forced to swallow foul tasting medicine, but I was pleasantly surprised to find that it smelled like Hawaiian Punch even though it was totally colorless. My eyes on hers, I took a small sip. Her smile and nod reassured me. I tasted, found it delicious and quickly drank it all. Retrieving the empty cup from my hand, she dropped it and the bottle quietly into a small waste receptacle next to the desk. She explained that my session would begin in a few minutes and we spent the time chatting about the weather and the price of clothes. I felt myself relaxing as we took turns speaking. I was more at ease with her than I'd ever been with a new acquaintance, and was a little disappointed when the door opened. I'd have to go with someone else now, and I'd been enjoying my visit with Carol. Feeling sad, I accepted Carol's outstretched hand as we exchanged smiles, but was unable to voice my fears. Oh, I could speak well enough -- I thanked her and told her how much I had enjoyed our visit -- but I found that I could not say anything negative. I turned and smiled at the new face in the doorway, walking eagerly to meet my guide even though I really didn't want to leave Carol McGee. Two doors down the hall was a small room where I was invited to have a seat. Suddenly alone, I was a little puzzled with being shuffled about like this. Except for the door I had just come through, there was only one other small door here, unmarked. Next to the door was a window with a flat counter under it but I could see no one in the other room. I was tempted to go to the window and look into the area beyond but something held me back. I began to feel uncomfortable as I sat there - my discomfort stemming from the fact that I had to go to the bathroom. The sense of urgency was growing rapidly and my bowels were churning. There were no cramps or pain but I knew that I must find a bathroom quickly! Standing up, I walked to the window and looked through but was disappointed to find the small room on the other side empty. In my desperation I decided to check the door next to the window. As I opened the door I heard the sound of bells jingling beyond the window but was in too great a panic by then to pay them any notice. I was never so happy to see a simple white toilet! Quickly stepping inside and pushing the door shut, I barely managed to throw the back of my skirt up, tear my panties down, and plop onto the seat before losing control. I broke out in a cold sweat as my bowels erupted into the bowl with such force that the water splashed up onto my buttocks. I lowered my forehead onto my knees because I felt faint as my insides burst forth and a seemingly endless stream cascaded into the water under me. Although I was concerned that I had suddenly taken sick, I was more upset by the fact that anyone outside could surely hear the commotion! You can imagine the disgusting sound that an event like that causes. Almost as suddenly as it started, the terrible need died and I was able to sit up straight and take some deep breaths. My face and neck were damp with sweat and I felt a little light-headed but was relieved that what ever kind of attack I'd suffered seemed to have vanished. Using large handsful of toilet tissue dampened in the sink I washed my buttocks and the backs of my thighs where the filthy water had splashed up onto me. I had to flush the toilet several times before all traces were removed from the bowl. I was grateful for the exhaust fan in the ceiling which seemed to have pulled the smell away. Finally at the sink I used my cupped hands to apply cool water to my face to freshen myself. By the time I had dried myself I was feeling fine again. I was dismayed as I opened the waiting room door to find two faces watching me! A dark haired woman at the window asked if I were feeling better now (to which I could only manage a small nod - I was so embarrassed) and the woman who escorted me here a few minutes earlier had returned. The woman behind the window smiled and told me not to be embarrassed by what had happened. She explained that it was the drink Miss McGee had given me, and that it had done what it was intended to do. I was about to ask her why such a thing should be necessary when she said that the escort would take me back to Miss McGee's office where my questions would be answered. So I turned silently to the other woman and followed her back to Carol's office. When I entered, Carol motioned with her hand for me to be seated. I had an urge to tell Miss McGee just how upset I was about what had been done, but when my eyes met hers I found that I could not. Without a word, this young woman had stifled my anger! In fact, the whole incident began to seem too trivial to mention and I sat down in the big soft chair. I listened quietly as she began speaking, her eyes holding my own. She explained that the laxative was necessary because one of the primary taboos (that of anal intercourse) could only be dealt with properly if the rectum and large intestine were empty. You could have knocked me over with a feather! I don't know if my shock was apparent but I was unable to find the words I needed to tell her that a mistake had been made. She directed my attention to the single sheet of paper before her on the desk and turned it toward me as I looked down. The large letters "S-T" at the top and the words "Sexual Taboos" below them seemed to jump off the paper at me. Those were the key letters I had used on the application form! Scanning the list of topics on the paper, some of them struck me with almost physical force. Masturbation techniques, solitary and mutual... masochism... bondage... fellatio... cunnilingus... lesbianism... anal intercourse! The list was long and I looked back up as she continued to speak. She explained that to ensure my co-operation the laxative was supplemented with a harmless but powerful mind-control drug that would help me overcome my inhibitions. At the outset, she continued, the drug would manifest itself in the form of an inability to resist the instructions of the therapists or to voice any objections. After several sessions however, I would find that I no longer would have any serious objections or reservations and that the therapy would progress smoothly for all concerned. I cannot begin to describe my feeling of helplessness as the terrible truth was revealed. I assured Miss McGee that I understood the need for such a measure and that I was quite anxious to begin. It was my own voice, but those were not the words I wanted to say! Nor did my expression of eager excitement reflect my true feelings at the time! As I listened to Carol McGee's brief run-down of the therapy I had signed up for I found myself beginning to admire her poise and self- confidence. Although she was obviously younger than I, she projected the experience of a much older person. As if sensing my thoughts (a skill I was later to learn that was shared by all the therapists I would meet), she explained that she too had been in my position only a few years earlier. It seems that she had been a star pupil and had been offered a position on the permanent staff at the institute. She thoroughly enjoyed her job now because, in addition to her present capacity, she also served as a therapist. We would definitely meet again under much different circumstances. At that moment I made the first positive step toward coming to grips with my situation. I believed what Carol had told me about the effects of the drug because I did want to object, to explain that a terrible mistake had been made, but could not! I determined to make the best of it, though, and the knowledge that I would see her later under what could only be some physically intimate conditions sent a ripple of excitement through me. Again, I felt that she was aware of my thoughts because she smiled warmly and assured me that I would not regret my decision. Her hand disappeared beneath the desk top and I heard a buzzing sound somewhere in the distance. Carol explained that it would be necessary for me to have a physical examination, and that my escort would return to take me to the lab. She said that all applicants are thoroughly examined as a means of controlling the possible spread of disease. The entire staff was also examined weekly. Before I continue I should explain a few things about myself. I am twenty-three years old and quite good looking. Not out of conceit or any kind of delusions do I make that statement, but because it has been told to me so many times. I am tall (5-11) with long blonde hair and green eyes. I have dimples in my cheeks that show when I smile and make some people think I'm cute, although I must admit that I hated them for a long time. My breasts are a little larger than average and, as for the rest of my body, I have just enough fat in all the right places. Because of the attributes I've just described, I have had my fair share of attention and consider myself lucky. Uncounted men and boys (and even a few girls) have made passes at me and I'll admit that I've taken advantage of a few of them. I don't want to give you the impression that I've been easy or promiscuous, but I've had what I guess to be a normal sex life. Because of my upbringing, I've had trying moments - there are some things that I feel are dirty or degrading and I've had to "draw the line" on many occasions when I felt that I didn't want to do something that I would be ashamed of. Much of this passed through my mind in the minute or two that I waited for my escort to arrive, and I felt more than a little apprehensive. It was clear that I would be introduced to a number of activities that I had always refused; and a few that I'd never even contemplated! I was taken several doors down the hall to a large room full of white porcelain and stainless steel. The clinical appearance put me on the defensive right away even though I eagerly followed where I was led. Actually, I was terrified! Two women in nurse's uniforms assured me that there was nothing to fear. Their friendly approach made me feel better and by the time the introductions were over my butterflies were all but gone. I learned that their names were Shelly and Alicia, both of whom had been employed there for about a year. They were both quite attractive and had such friendly and easy-going manners that I didn't hesitate when they suggested that I "get out of those clothes so we can get started." As I took my blouse and skirt off, Shelly hung them neatly on a hanger and Alicia folded my panties and bra and set them on a small shelf above the clothes rod. Shelly and Alicia led me to a large round white bathtub and helped me over the edge into the wonderfully warm water. The tub was deep and the water came up to my neck. Alicia turned a valve and the water began swirling. I was almost floating and had to hold onto the edge to maintain my position. They explained that the water had bath oil in it to clean and soften my skin. I told them that it felt heavenly and that I could understand why hot tubs and spas were becoming so popular. Although I didn't mention it to them, I was thankful for the hot scented water; I still felt dirty after my incident in the bathroom. After a few minutes Shelly turned the whirlpool off. Alicia told me they knew I'd like to stay lot longer, but they needed to begin my examination. They helped me over the edge and dried me with large soft towels. Alicia commented that I was a "natural blonde" as she gently patted me dry and playfully fingered the kinky hair of my bush. I know I was blushing, but since I couldn't think of anything to say, I remained silent as they led me to a low vinyl covered cot and helped me to lie down. After a little maneuvering, they positioned me as they wanted me. The cot had pelvic exam stirrups at one end and they moved me toward them until my buttocks rested on the very end of the cot. Shelly set my heels in the stirrups and told me to relax and let my knees fall naturally out to the sides. She sat on a low stool and scooted up close between my thighs. I wanted to at least appear relaxed, so I lay my head back and closed my eyes -- yet I felt so utterly vulnerable in my "wide open" position that my imagination began working overtime; the butterflies returned in force. Shelly and Alicia were talking back and forth, not exactly whispering, but so softly that I could not make out what they were saying. I heard an occasional word or two: "Nice.... I'll get it.... mmmm-hmmm...." The sound of an aerosol spray and a cool wetness in my crotch brought my "relaxed" act to a quick end. I lifted my head to see what was happening. Shelly was spraying something onto my pubic hair and using her free hand to gently massage it in. Alicia came to my side to explain: my pubic hair would have to be removed because it had a tendency to "get in the way" sometimes. Naturally, I nodded in agreement and told her that I understood, even though I did not understand at all. But Shelly's fingers felt good as she rubbed the liquid into my skin. She paid particular attention to the delicate outer lips of my cunt and the small patch between my vagina and anus. When she swirled her fingers around the rim of my anus and added another quick burst from the spray can, it was all I could do to remain still. Shelly rose from her stool and went to the sink to wash her hands. Still at my side, Alicia explained that they would "let it work" for a few minutes and told me to just relax again. I let my head sink back onto the cot and tried to sort out my thoughts. Some women did shave themselves down there but it seemed so kinky that I had never considered it. I wondered what she meant about it getting in the way and whether I'd look funny with no hair there..... After a short time, I heard Shelly say something about "that should be long enough" and opened my eyes as see sat back down on the little stool. She had several small white towels and placed all but one on my stomach. Her face moved closer to my pubic area now as she caught a few strands of hair near the upper edge of my bush and pulled gently. I watched a little patch of my skin pull upward with the hair and felt a slight twinge as the roots suddenly let go. She held them up for me to see and smiled. "Simple," she said lightly, and wiped them onto the towel in her other hand. The hair came out more and more easily as she worked back and forth across the blonde triangle, systematically pulling them out in little patches. I felt absolutely no pain, just a gentle tugging. When the large patch above my vulva was bare, she began on the finer hairs covering the outer lips and the area around my anus. After fifteen minutes or so, she sat up and folded the towel neatly around the pile of hair, and dropped the package into a small waste can. Alicia had prepared a small pan of warm soapy water and held it while Shelly dipped a the clean towel into it. Shelly washed my lower body and inner thighs and finally used the last towel to pat me dry. After a close inspection of her handiwork, and apparently satisfied, Shelly sat up slowly and spoke a single word. "Beautiful," she said with a smile, and Alicia nodded in agreement. As they helped me to sit up and finally to stand I was conscious of a cool sensation down there. It'd take some time to get used to the absence of hair on my pubic mound, but it was kind of refreshing and certainly different. Alicia led me to a scale and asked me to step up on it. It a standard doctor's-office model with the gadget that slides up and down to measure your height while the balance arm shows your weight. She read off the numbers and Shelly wrote the information onto a form. During the next few minutes Alicia measured various parts of my body while Shelly silently took it all down. Oh, she measured all of the normal things -- bust, waist, hips, neck, arm length, etc. But also some that I found a little strange: the distance around my upper thighs, knees, calves, upper arms, elbows and wrists; the length of each finger; the distance from my crotch to my knees, from collar bone to nipples, from nipples to navel, and the diameter of my areolae. Then Alicia set me down at the table across from Shelly and explained that they needed to check my gag reflex. From a drawer on her side of the table, Shelly fetched a long cylindrical object a foot long and a little fatter than my thumb. Fine circumferential lines graduated the length in inches and fractions. I leaned toward Shelly and made an "O" with my mouth as she placed the end of the cylinder between my lips. Alicia watched closely from my right side as Shelly slowly slid the tube into my mouth. She told me to open my throat as well as I could, and I tried as the end of the tube touched the back of my throat. I was somewhat surprised at my own feeling of calm at this point and it was not until the tube had passed what felt like an inch or so into my throat that my body revolted. My stomach muscles clenched up tightly and I heard the wretched sound of myself gagging on the tube. "Five and a quarter," said Alicia. Shelly withdrew the tube, handed me a tissue to wipe my mouth and entered the figures on the form. "early done, now," she said and led me to the examination table for the final measurements. An ordinary looking table, waist high and covered with softly padded vinyl. A small stool made it easy for me to climb up as Alicia held my arm to help me. They hadn't specified whether I should be prone or supine, so I chose to lie face-up. Shelly came to the table still holding the graduated tube and slid a hand under my leg just above the knee. She lifted as Alicia did the same on the other side and I cooperated, drawing my knees up toward my chest. Drawing a tube of K-Y jelly from the pocket of her lab coat (I could see the label clearly) Shelly explained that she would now measure the depth of my vagina. She squeezed a generous blob into the palm of her hand and thoroughly coated the tube. "Now relax, dear." Shelly gently spread the outer lips of my cunt and inserted the rounded end of the tube. It was pleasantly warm, and my eyes closed as I mentally followed it progress. There was a sharp intake of breath (mine?) when it reached my cervix. Withdrawing the probe, she told me to lower my legs. "Six and three-quarters," she said, and I turned my head to watch Alicia enter the numbers on the form. It came as no surprise when Shelly asked me to "please roll over." I complied with a strange excitement, anxious to learn what the next measurement would be! I turned my face to the side, resting my cheek on the soft vinyl as I felt Shelly's hand on my right buttock. The end of the tube pressed gently at the center of my anus. It slipped smoothly in and I realized that I was holding my breath. It moved deeper into my rectum and I forced myself to exhale, listening carefully as Shelly began to speak. "The last section of your large intestine is relatively straight," she said, "but several inches from the anus it makes an abrupt turn to one side or the other. We need to record the distance to that first "corner," and which way it turns." The blunt end of the tube began to push against the obstruction and I found my voice long enough to say that she had reached the corner. I heard her say "five inches even," but was a little confused when I felt the tube being withdrawn. Shelly explained that to learn the direction, she would need to carefully push beyond the corner and that the tube would "straighten it out," allowing deeper penetration. She could sometimes sense the direction by the feel of the tube but that I would be able to tell her for certain. She also pointed out that she would inject more lubricant into my rectum just to be on the safe side. I felt the coolness of the threaded end of the K-Y tube as she slipped it a fraction of an inch into me. It seemed as though she squeezed the entire contents of the tube into my rectum and it was strangely pleasant. I heard the empty container drop into the waste can and a moment later felt the familiar presence of the "measuring tube" as she re-inserted it. When the end reached the "corner," I could feel her guiding it experimentally from side to side while exerting just a little pressure on it. I could tell immediately that the turn was a left turn and told her so. My voice sounded husky and strange to my ears. What happened next is difficult to explain -- I can only say that, as Shelly guided the tube to the left while pushing gently, I felt my bowel shift as the end of the tube did exactly what she'd said it would do. It straightened the corner and I felt the tube begin to move deeper into me. It was beyond doubt the most bizarre thing I had ever experienced. The end of the tube felt nearly even with my belly button when Shelly said "eleven plus" and slowly withdrew the tube. It made a quiet sucking sound as the end slipped out and I heard the tube drop into the waste can. Shelly began kneading the soft flesh of my buttocks with both hands and it was only then that I became aware that my entire lower body had been trembling. "That's the end of the exam, Monica." Alicia had stood by me throughout the final measurement. "Thanks for being so cooperative," she said, as though I'd had a choice in the matter. They helped me roll over, swinging my legs over the edge of the table as I sat up, and eased me down on the floor. I wondered why they treated me as though I were helpless. But when my feet touched the floor I was glad they were holding me. My legs felt like rubber! Shelly laughed lightly and said that my reaction was completely normal -- the rectal probe has that effect on nearly everyone. They helped me across the room to a toilet. It seemed strange to have a toilet right out in this big open room and I hadn't noticed it before. Alicia tactfully explained that I might want to "get rid of all that K-Y," and I realized that I did indeed have the urge. Bearing down firmly I was able to expel most of the gooey mess, only a little embarrassed with them watching me. Before handing me some tissue to wipe with though, Alicia asked that I stand up so she could check in the bowl. I did so and was told that everything "looked fine". I carefully wiped myself and dropped the tissues into the bowl. Alicia flushed it. We went to the side of the room where my clothes were hanging and I dressed. It felt really strange when the gusset of my panties touched the bare skin of my pubic mound. It's surprising how much a thin covering of hair diminishes your sense of feeling. The escort had appeared by the time I finished dressing, and I told Shelly and Alicia that I hoped to see them again. They smiled and Alicia assured me that I would indeed meet them again in future sessions. I was escorted to the lobby and the receptionist gave me an appointment card listing my next session on Wednesday. There would be no need for a reminder; I was anxious to return! Monica - Part II When I arrived at The Institute on Wednesday I was about a half hour early. I presented my appointment card to the receptionist and she smiled as an expression of recognition registered on her face. She placed my card in a small file box and asked me to have a seat in the waiting room. Unlike Monday, the room was empty. Scarcely had my rump settled in one of the over-stuffed chairs when the receptionist appeared in the doorway. "Miss French," she whispered as if about to share a secret with me. "Would you please come back to the desk for a moment?" I stood and was walking toward her when she turned and hurried off. In the lobby she apologized for having to call me back, explaining that she hadn't noticed the message attached to my file. The note instructed her to administer my medication when I arrived. When she fetched the bottle and cup from her file cabinet, I saw that the drawer contained a large number of bottles, although I couldn't tell if they were all the same. Opening the bottle, she poured the contents into the cup and slid it across the counter toward me. She watched me drink it all and held out her hand for the empty. "Thank you so much," she said. "Now you can go back in and make yourself comfortable until your escort calls for you." I had taken only a few steps when I heard her exaggerated whisper. "Oh, Miss French," she said. "The door on the far side of the waiting area leads to the rest room in case you should need to...." Her voice trailed off as she searched for the right words. She looked grateful when I smiled and thanked her for telling me. I really did appreciate the information and chose a seat close to the door she had mentioned. I found it strange that the waiting area had no magazines or anything for people to pass the time with. The only entertainment was soft "elevator music" coming from I don't know where. I was trying to guess what might be in store for me but I hadn't a clue. Scenes from Monday replayed in my mind. The strange intimacies still excited me. With closed eyes I felt Shelly's soft hands on my buttocks and recalled with vivid clarity what she had done with the long tube. The fact that she and Alicia had acted with more than professional competence in carrying out their tasks did nothing to diminish the experience. The back of my mind was waiting for the onset of the cramps that I knew would be coming, and there wasn't long to wait. Whatever that stuff was, it worked fast! Rather than wait for the panic stage, I rose and walked casually to the door. I was pleasantly surprised to find a large and well equipped bathroom. Besides the bare necessities, this room had a large counter under a mirror that covered a full wall. The sink was located in the center of the counter instead of simply hung on the wall. Next to the commode was a device I had read about but never actually seen. I recognized it immediately as a bidet! Hiking my skirt, I pulled my panties down and sat on the toilet just as the first honest-to-goodness cramp arrived. I let it run it's course and allowed it to force a small amount of foul smelling matter into the bowl. It wasn't violent like the other time; there was very little splashing and I was grateful. For the next ten minutes or so I allowed my body to be guided by the chemical I had drunk and after passing an equal mix of runny stool and gas I gradually returned to normal. Using a few tissues, I quickly wiped my bottom and flushed the toilet. With a feeling of excitement, I moved onto the bidet and looked around for the handle or knob or whatever you turn it on with. I found a large lever on the left side, down by the floor, that looked as though it should be operated with the foot. Pushing down slowly with my heel I was rewarded by a fountain of warm water erupting under me. It felt marvelous! I used both hands between my thighs to help splash the water where it would do the most good. I was like a little girl with a new toy as the water gently washed away the remnants of my bowel movement. When I was completely clean down there I withdrew my hands and brought my thighs together tightly in an attempt to seal off the opening. There is no separate seat on a bidet; you sit directly on the porcelain. Confident that I had closed the opening, I pushed down harder with my heel and received the full cascading force of the warm geyser. I felt as if I could stay there all day. But a part of me yearned to see what new things I'd do today, and from the shelf next to the bidet I took a small white towel and dried my crotch and buttocks. Dropping the towel into a basket below the shelf, I stood up and used another to dry my thighs before pulling my panties back up. When I walked back out into the waiting room I felt wonderful and completely refreshed! I had no just sat down and gotten comfortable when a woman I remembered as my escort on Monday walked into the room. "Miss French," she said softly. "We're ready for you now. If you'd like to come with me?" I returned her smile and told her that I was ready. As we walked out into the hall I looked at my watch and saw that it was still a few minutes before my actual appointment was scheduled. It seemed strange that even though I'd arrived early I did not have to sit and wait. I reasoned that they would normally have a delay built into the schedule to give the laxative time to take effect. What I was unaware of then, and indeed did not learn until several sessions later, was that as soon as I had walked through the door, early or not, all of the necessary people knew I was there and began preparing for my session. In fact, my activities were being recorded on video tape by means of hidden cameras! Well, more about that later. This time we walked all the way to the end of the long hallway and swung into another. My escort led me to a door some distance down the hall and knocked softly a few times. When the door opened, I was greeted by a very pretty young woman. "Good morning, Monica," she said softly. "Won't you come in?" At the sound of her voice I knew who she was, though she had looked only vaguely familiar at first glance. It was Carol McGee! My escort left and I stepped inside the room as Carol moved aside for me. Instead of the uniform she had worn on Monday, Carol was dressed in a full-length gown. It was actually a kimono, the kind of thing you see Japanese women wearing in movies, and it was lavishly embroidered with scenes of trees and dragons. Carol closed the door, turned and extended her hand with a friendly smile. I took the hand and marveled at the softness of her skin. It was really more than just a friendly handshake.... she drew me close to her and, before I knew it, we embraced. Carol acted so naturally that I felt no un ease. Actually, I was relieved to be with someone I knew because I had been a little nervous. We stepped apart and stood looking at each other. Her smile was genuine and my hesitation melted. She told me that she had prepared a warm bath and suggested that it might help me relax. I told her that it sounded great and followed her into the living room of a gracious apartment. It was beautifully furnished, decorated in such a way that I could believe it a model from Better Homes & Gardens! We entered a short hallway with a room on either side. I caught a glimpse of the bedroom as we turned the opposite way. The few details I was able to see were as impressive as the living room had been. The bathroom was huge! The focus was a red enamelled tub in the center, large enough for a party! Looking around the room, I noted that everything that would normally be white porcelain was the same deep red. Carol was watching my face and laughed a little as she asked me how I liked it. All I could manage was "Wow." We giggled a little over my reaction and Carol pointed out the dressing area. "You can hang your clothes over there, Monica." She leaned against the rim of the tub and watched me undress. She was watching me, but not in a way that made me nervous. I found that I didn't mind at all as I unbuttoned my blouse and shrugged it off. Pulling my skirt down, I stepped out of it and was attaching it to the clips on a hanger when Carol complimented me. "You have very nice legs," she said in a way that would have sounded more natural coming from a man but which made me feel good none-the-less. "Thanks." I reached back with both hands to unhook my bra. Her eyes were glued to my chest. When I slipped the straps from my shoulders and tossed it onto the counter, Carol drew a deep breath. When she said that my breasts were beautiful I felt an immediate flush in my cheeks as I thanked her again. I pushed my shoes off and slid them against the wall under the clothes rack. Thumbs under the waistband, I bent over to slide my panties down. I was still not feeling self- conscious, much to my surprise, but was aware of her gaze as she watched me turn to toss the panties next to my bra. "How are you coping with the loss of your hair, Monica?" she asked as I walked toward her, her eyes directed now to that part of my body. I told her that I'd decided that I kind of liked it; it made me feel cleaner. Tretching out her hand, she helped me over the edge of the tub into the warm scented water. She continued to hold my hand gently as I sank slowly down and sat on the small ledge under the water's surface. "Shall I join you in the tub?" Although she framed it as a question, I'm certain she expected the answer I gave. "Please, Carol. I'd like that very much." She smiled warmly and stood up, her eyes on mine. I pulled my gaze away from her face and watched her untie the wide sash around her waist. In slow motion she opened the front of the gown and presented her nakedness to me. Again the only word I could manage was "Wow" and I spoke it as the gown slipped from her shoulders to the floor. I had never seen such exquisite beauty in person before. Carol McGee could have stepped out of a Penthouse center-fold! She thanked me for the compliment and gracefully swung her leg up and over the edge of the tub to climb in. I watched speechless as her lower body disappeared under the water and she sat directly across from me. I had noticed that she too was without pubic hair and thought she looked perfectly natural that way. We sat there motionless in the water for a few moments just looking into each other's eyes before Carol spoke again. "I love to just sit in here and soak," she said dreamily. She reached over the edge of the tub and turned a valve. The water began to swirl. Next came two large soft sponges. Leaning forward in the water, she floated toward me and handed one to me. "The soap is in the tray right next to you, Monica," she said as she turned and sat next to me on the ledge. "If you'll hand it to me I'll do your back." I readily accepted with a smile and handed her the bar of Ivory. My mind was whirling! I had hoped that I would get the chance to feel her hands on my body but was too timid to make the first move. I think she knew that, and her offer to "do my back" was one that sounded reasonable. I let myself imagine where this might be leading and the possibilities excited me. Carol began stroking gently with the sponge, and the warm water felt nice. She washed my back for several minutes before rinsing it. "Would you like to do me now?" "Oh, yes." Carol turned her back to me and I began soaping my sponge. To keep from sliding around on the slick shelf, I put my free hand on her shoulder to steady myself. Her skin was smooth and soft. I was sort of moving my hand around on her shoulder while making big soapy circles on her back with the sponge when I felt her hand on mine. "Here, try it this way," she said and pulled my hand down from her shoulder and under her arm. She guided my arm around her side and cupped my hand firmly on her breast. "Thanks," I said. "That's much better." I squeezed gently and marveled at her firmness as I circled her nipple with my index finger. She sighed softly and rolled her head back when I kissed the junction of her neck and shoulder. Things started happening quite fast then. Oh, I don't mean that we moved around in the tub real fast. But it all seemed so natural and spontaneous that we began exploring each other's body under pretense of "washing." Let me just say this ... when we finally stepped out of the tub some time later, we were both squeaky clean! Some areas of our bodies had been washed and rinsed multiple times, our ministrations bringing various giggles and sighs from the other. Our mutual helpfulness naturally continued through the process of drying off as we rubbed and patted each other with large fluffy towels. Carol said she was feeling a little chilly, and I would have mentioned it too but I was not able to put words to any negative thoughts. "I know it's warmer in the bedroom, Monica," she said as she pulled the towel around her tightly and hurried toward the door. I followed right behind, clutching my towel as my chin jittered up and down from the chill.... it had felt so heavenly in the tub. She waited for me to enter the bedroom with her before closing the door tightly and I immediately started to feel warmer. The bedroom was beautiful! It actually had a fireplace set into the wall on our right, flames licking up and around the glowing logs. Carol explained that it wasn't a real fireplace, just a very authentic looking unit powered by natural gas. The logs weren't real either, but the effect was great. A white plush rug separated the dark green velvet sofa from the heart, and smaller versions covered the floor on either side of the huge four-poster bed. Carol pointed out that the king-sized water bed had many individual cells so that it didn't slosh back and forth when you pushed on it. The bed was dark mahogany, with shelves and compartments in the headboard for things that you might want while in bed. The large dressing table had a nice big mirror and a wide bench seat, all of the same dark mahogany and highly polished. "Let's sit by the fire for a while and warm up." I didn't need to be coaxed. Instead of sitting on the sofa, as I was about to do, Carol sat down on the big white rug and leaned back against the sofa. Catching my hand, she patted a spot on the rug next to her and pulled me down next to her. So we sat side by side staring into the fire for a while. Our knees were drawn up close in front of us and I could feel the warmth from the fireplace on my shins and the backs of my thighs. We were very close together; I felt a bit awkward because she wasn't saying anything or even doing anything. Our shoulders, hips, and upper thighs were actually touching and I found myself thinking about a small spot on my shoulder where it met hers, and how it was beginning to feel uncomfortable. I didn't want to move away, even an inch, but it seemed that we would be more comfortable if one of us would put her arm around the other. I turned my head slowly and examined the side of her pretty face as she continued to stare into the fire. I knew that she knew (does that sound right?) I was looking at her and after a few moments she looked at me and smiled. She lifted her right arm and brought it around my shoulders, pulling me closer to her. I gratefully returned her smile as I felt the soft side-swell of her breast against my own. She asked if I were comfortable now, and I told her, with no influence from the drug, that I was "very comfortable." She smiled again and looked back toward the fire. I couldn't take my eyes from her, she was so pretty, and when she spoke I watched her lips move. I know this sounds terribly stupid, but the mood was intimate and I felt very close to her. Carol told me about herself and her job at The Institute. She had been there for three years, the last in her present capacity, and enjoyed it very much. In what seemed a bold move, I reached up to my right shoulder and covered her hand with my own. She paused to look at me and smiled again. Her primary job was to screen applicants on their first visit, as she had with me. She qualified that, adding that only applicants for one of the sexually related services required screening. In most cases, that single meeting was the only contact she'd have with the client; but her duties were flexible enough to allow more direct participation in the therapy if she wished. She seldom did, however, for most applicants fell into a category she described simply as "undesirable." She turned toward me and her eyes peered into my soul. Once in a great while, she said, she saw someone across her desk that she felt compelled to become involved with. I didn't notice her other hand moving because I was deep in her eyes, but the soft touch on my cheek made me lean toward her. When I kissed her mouth, time seemed to stand still -- but my mind did not! I was kissing another woman on the mouth and my breast burned where it pressed against hers. I wondered fleetingly if I were a lesbian, and realized that I didn't care! I only wanted to be with Carol McGee. I remember clearly her hand moving down to my breast, her tongue slipping between my lips, the taste of her sweetness. But I remember only vaguely her saying something about the bed, and it seemed so natural that we should go there. We stood and she held my hand gently as she led me across the short distance to the bed. Carol turned me around and eased me back onto the bed, following me there as I scooted into the center. She fit so nicely between my thighs as I felt her weight bear down on me. Her mouth covered my own once again and our breasts nestled comfortably together. She pressed her soft mound against my crotch; I lifted my knees and rested my calves across her hips as if she were a man. Then I opened my eyes for a moment and saw us in the giant mirror on the ceiling! The scene was so erotic that I cannot describe my feelings. There was Carol's beautiful back. My arms wrapped tightly around her and my legs clutched at her hips; I closed my eyes once again in an attempt to record the image in my memory. Carol lifted her lips from mine and moved downward slowly, the light perspiration on our skin allowing her to slide without rising. Drawing my left nipple into her mouth she began sucking rhythmically and biting ever so softly, finally letting it go to trace a path of tiny kisses and nibbles across to the other. When she began moving down again, her hot lips seemed to burn their way down to my navel where her tongue probed and licked. I followed her progress in the mirror. My hands were in her hair now and I opened my thighs farther for her as I felt lips and tongue on my pubic mound. Another series of kisses and bites that were not at all painful. Only once before had I experienced what Carol McGee was about to give me. A guy I kind of liked claimed he wanted to, but I think it was only because I had sucked his cock and he felt obligated. It was a great novelty, but he might just as well have saved his time. I didn't enjoy it very much. He was rough and in a hurry -- and he complained about the hair in his mouth. I told him it felt wonderful but that he didn't need to do it. He didn't argue, and I'm sure he didn't enjoy it either. The only similarity between what he did and what Carol did was the basic mechanics. He licked my cunt. What Carol did defies description. She made love to me with her mouth and brought me to the first of several climaxes before she even got to my cunt! She devoted a lot of attention to the soft mound covering my pubic bone and I was floating away! When she finally moved down into my crotch, I think she intentionally bypassed my clitoris, maybe choosing to leave the best for last. I couldn't control my hips and began involuntarily to rock my pelvis against her mouth. When her thumbs pulled my outer lips apart and the tip of her tongue actually entered the mouth of my vagina I thought I had died and gone to heaven! It was obvious that she really wanted to give me pleasure, and that really set me off. That, and the softly muffled sounds as she gently sucked and kissed and nibbled every part of my cunt before moving down and actually kissing the small ring of my anus. I became aware of tears on my cheeks and I wanted so badly to be able to return the pleasure for her. Carol saved the best for last and when her tongue reached the small throbbing bud I nearly passed out from anticipation realized. I looked up at my reflection and watched my belly moving in and out with my rapid breathing. Had I not known personally what I was feeling, I'd have thought the expression in the mirror showed panic or fear rather than the intense pleasure that filled me. She was gentle and patient, never pushing me over the threshold into pain. I sensed my clitoris growing and rising between her lips, something that I had only heard about. I floated on a heavenly cloud and my entire existence seemed centered on that small organ; wave after wave of unspeakable pleasure emanated from it and rippled throughout my body. I don't know how much time had passed, but suddenly Carol's face was close to mine and she was smiling. I could smell myself on her face and her lips and chin glistened with the moisture they held. I held her face and kissed her mouth tenderly and I told her that I loved her. Inside, I knew that what I meant was that I loved what she had done and I'm sure she knew understood. Yet when I said that I wanted to make love to her, I feared that she might not let me. With no other words I held her shoulders and slowly pushed her over onto her back. She moved with me and I found that I felt really strange looking down at the face of this woman. I tried to act as though I were in control, but I was only repeating what I remembered her doing. It didn't make the experience any less important, but I wished I could do something original, something that she hadn't already done. The indecision soon vanished when I looked into her eyes and kissed her lips. I was doing what I wanted to do. Did I bring her as much pleasure as I hoped? Or at least as much as I had received? I don't know -- but her body was exciting. Everything was new to me: her nipples between my lips; the way they hardened when I sucked them; her stomach moving up and down as I kissed it and ran my tongue around her belly button. There was one awkward moment when I wondered where to put my arms and hands, but I found that by encircling her thighs with my arms and caressing her stomach with my hands I was quite comfortable. I kissed and nibbled at her mound and the soft skin of her inner thighs. I learned what a woman tastes and smells like and I hoped, above all, that I was bringing Carol pleasure! At some point, her hips began moving rhythmically and I could hear her rapid and shallow breathing. Her hands clutched the back of my head, urging my tongue deeper as I probed between her lips and felt the rippling waves emanating from deep within her. Her vagina seemed to squeeze rhythmically at the tip of my tongue as I strained to push it into her. The slight salty taste of the area around her anus was not at all unpleasant, and I was reassured and encouraged by the sound of her moaning softly as I ran the flat surface of my tongue over it again and again. I found her clitoris to be hot as I sucked gently on it, and I felt it grow out of it's small sheath as she ground her pelvis against my face. Her thighs, where they touched my cheeks, were trembling and her stomach rose and fell under my hands, just as I had seen my own to do. It seemed that I was indeed making her feel good. When Carol reached down and grasped my shoulders, pulling me up to her, I was gratified to see that her face was flushed and that she was smiling warmly. We spent some time then just lying there and looking at each other. There seemed no need for talk. I finally broke the silence by saying something corny. I told her that I was glad she had seen fit to "get involved" with my therapy. She apparently didn't find it corny though, because she smiled and touched my cheek. "So am I." A knock on the door brought us out of our reverie, and I watched Carol rise and put on her robe. I couldn't hear what was said in the living room, but she was carrying my clothes when she returned. "I'm sorry, Monica," she said. "I wish we could stay together longer but your escort has come to fetch you." She sat on the edge of the bed and watched me dress. I think she sensed my mood. "We'll be seeing more of each other." Those were the words I wanted to hear, and although the frenzy we had shared a few minutes earlier was gone now, she came to me when I had finished dressing and kissed me on the lips. We hugged each other as if I were leaving on a long trip and I couldn't help the tears when I left with the escort. I stopped at the reception counter on the way out and the lady gave me a card for my next appointment on Friday. I could think of nothing else as I drove home. Monica - Part III Even before the alarm went off I was up and wide awake, luxuriating in a steaming tub. The fragrance of bath oil filled my nostrils as I sank deep into the water. I wanted to look and smell nice, hoping that I'd be with Carol again. What had happened on Wednesday was more than it seemed on the surface. Nearly every waking moment since was filled with memories of our lovemaking. It was like my first crush in junior high; nothing mattered except being with that special person. Wednesday evening I'd gone to the mall. Passing a "Frederick's of Hollywood," I decided to browse a little. A sales girl descended on me to ask if she could help me. I told her that I was looking for something special in panties and bra. She first showed me a wide array of crotchless panties. "Not that special," I told her. "But something fancy and of high quality; I want to pamper myself for a change." The clerk suggested real silk as the ultimate in quality, but added that it's difficult to get a good fit. You have to have just the right figure because they don't make silk panties in large or "queen" sizes. She stepped back to look at me. "But you have lovely hips. I'm sure we can find something perfect." She selected several pair and ushered me to the dressing booth. After trying them all, I chose a white one with beautiful lace trim around the waist and leg openings. They were really the only ones that fit me. (Silk has hardly any stretch so they had to be just the right size or they'd not fit properly.) Besides, they felt so heavenly against my skin that I simply had to have them! The brassiere was a little easier because I'm an exact 38-C and didn't have to worry about it being a little too big or a little too small. The lace trim was exactly the same as that on the panties ... it was perfect. Of course, it was not the kind of bra you would wear if you expected any support (and I'm quite thankful that I don't really require any). The thin lace straps looked delicate but seemed strong enough, and the front closure was easy to manage. I told the girl I'd take them and tried not to flinch when she rang up the sale. Fifty-eight something including tax. Anyway, on Friday morning I arrived for my appointment early again, about a half hour or so. The receptionist saw me coming and was opening the file drawer when I walked up to the window. She took my card with a friendly smile and slid the bottle and cup across to me. Given the opportunity, I tried to read the label while twisting the cap off and, not wanting to be too obvious, could only read the large printing. "Dynalax," it said across the top and, in smaller letters "with supplement-a (see precautions)." While pouring it into the cup I wished I were bold enough to really study the small print and find out what it said about precautions. But something prevented me from doing so. I drank it all and returned the empties to the receptionist. "Someone will be with you shortly, Miss French," she said. I thanked her and walked through to the waiting area, taking a seat near the bathroom as before. I was a little bit startled when the bathroom door opened and a man walked out. He looked to be a year or so older than me, maybe late twenties, and our eyes met for a moment as he nodded silently in my direction and walked to the other side of the room to sit. His face was flushed and he appeared to be sweating as he wiped his trembling hand across his forehead. "Another victim," I thought and I tried to watch him without actually staring. I didn't get much of a chance. Only a moment later Carol McGee came around the corner and spoke to him. As he stood up Carol looked over at me and smiled. She waved, sort of, with her arm behind her as she turned and walked away with the man. With her wave and conspiratorial smile she got the idea across that she was happy to see me but that she wasn't supposed to acknowledge me personally. I surmised that the staff was expected to keep everything on a purely professional level. The possibility that I might meet her again that day suddenly seemed unbearably remote. It wasn't long before I had to take my turn in the bathroom. It was uneventful but I did enjoy using the bidet again. I was especially careful not to soil my new panties even though the person for whom I'd worn them probably wouldn't get to see them. My mood was somber as I reclaimed my seat in the waiting room and I found myself just staring at the corner around which Carol had disappeared. When my escort appeared (yes, the same one as always), I stood and accepted her hand and even returned her smile. The last thing I felt like doing was smiling at some stranger, but I've explained all that. I couldn't help smiling and acting eager to get on with my session! When we passed Carol's office door I tried to listen for any sounds or voices but could only hear my own footsteps and those of my escort. We walked several doors farther and stopped while she knocked softly. The knock was answered promptly and a pretty red-headed woman swung the door wide, greeted me by name and waved me in. "Hello Monica," she said with a smile. "We've been waiting for you." As the door closed I reached out to take her proffered hand and she told me that her name was Jill. In what appeared to be the only normal looking piece of furniture in the room, a stuffed chair, sat the other half of the "we" Jill had mentioned. I stared at her and then back at Jill as the realization struck me that they were twins! "I'm Jill's sister, Jodie," the girl in the chair said with an identical smile as she stood up and reached for my other hand. They laughed at my expression as I managed to find my voice. "You're twins, aren't you," I said, and felt really stupid for saying it. All I could do was blush and giggle like a fool. They were absolutely gorgeous! Shoulder length hair that sort of flipped up at the sides and back and seemed to glisten. Dark, smiling eyes so intense it was hard not to stare at them. Slightly upturned noses and exaggerated dimples that were especially prominent when they smiled. Gleaming teeth that could have come from a toothpaste ad. They were dressed in knit work-out suits (Jill in light blue and Jodie in pink) with scooped fronts showing an ample amount of cleavage. The legs were cut high at the sides, almost to the waist, and their legs and feet appeared to be bare. Their bodies were what I would have to describe simply as beautiful: narrow waists and wide, full hips that blended into long slender legs; large, firm breasts and flat tummies. Aside from the different colored suits, there was one other means of telling them apart. The thin material at the front of Jodie's suit showed clearly the outline of her alert nipples and I found myself staring at them. Following my eyes, Jodie rubbed a finger back and forth across her right nipple and explained with a grin that they almost always stood out like that. She seemed so bold! But when she brought her hand up to squeeze my breast I just smiled and giggled a little, wishing the hand were Carol's. Closing my eyes, I could easily believe that I it was Carol cupping me there, squeezing gently. They began to.... I don't know.... sort of inspect me? Like they were checking out a new car, and they did everything but kick my tires! I think it was Jill's hands on by buttocks, feeling me through the fabric of my skirt. When she began to work the garment upward I reached down and helped her to pull the hem up around my waist. She slipped her fingers down inside the back of my panties at the same time as Jodie began stroking the front and I felt suddenly weak. Jill gripped my buttocks and pulled me tight against her pelvis, sandwiching Jodie's hand between us. Someone nibbled the side of my neck as Jill, her hands still down the back of my panties, spread my buttocks and slipped her fingers downward between them. A finger pressed firmly against my anus. It was then that Jodie slipped away, leaving Jill and me to ourselves. Jill's body was terribly exciting because she was so firm in the places where she should have been soft -- more like a man. Oh, she looked very soft and feminine, pleasing to the eye and all, but her buttocks and thighs felt muscular and hard where Carol's were so caress-able (if that's a word). Her breasts were quite firm too, and I found my hands roaming back and forth between her butt and chest while she seemed to be mostly interested in squeezing my ass, occasionally slipping her fingers down between my cheeks. Her tongue slid in and out of my mouth. I was nearly mesmerized by what she was doing when I heard Jodie speak our names. Coming up for air, so-to-speak, I turned to look in her direction. The pink workout suit was gone, but I couldn't tell exactly what had replaced it. She faced slightly away from us and appeared to be naked but for a shiny black leather waistband with a narrower strap that passed down between her buttocks and disappeared between her legs. Jill guided me across the room to her sister, her impish expression drawing me on. Jodie stood in front of a small stainless steel cabinet and turned to lean against it as we drew near. Her hands had been cupping her breasts. Now they slid down her sides and over her hips. The fingers seemed to glide across her skin and came to rest on either side of her pubic mound. Two straps attached to the waistband in front, about six inches apart and centered on her belly. They descended to a triangular piece of black leather that covered her mound. The lower point disappeared between her thighs, presumably to meet the single strap I'd seen in the rear. In the center of the black triangle was a small round hole through which I could see the pink flesh of her mound. Glancing up to her face, I giggled nervously. Jodie flashed a devilish grin which sent a strange chill up my spine. Half-turning toward the cabinet, Jodie opened a drawer and reached in, all the while watching my face. I could tell she was watching my expression even though my eyes followed her hand. She brought out a large pink dildo and slid the drawer shut. I watched wide-eyed as she turned it over to examine the base and I could see that the base was actually a large round disc about four or five inches across. It occurred to me that, with a shade on the head, it would make an interesting lamp! She balanced it upright in her outstretched palm as if reading my thoughts and giggled. Reaching down with her other hand, she unsnapped one of the upper corners of the triangle and turned it outward away from her body. It registered with me that her cunt was also hairless and I watched her with great interest. She brought the head of the dildo against the inner surface of the triangle, centering it on the hole, twisting until the head passed through. Pushing from one side and pulling from the other, she worked the length of the dildo through the hole until the flat base was flush against the triangle. Laying the back triangle against mound, she snapped it to the strap and turned to show me her profile. Her palms cupping her buttocks, she began to move her hips in exaggerated fucking motions. I could not tear my gaze from the sight of that life-like dildo spearing the air in front of her! I gradually became aware of Jill's body pressing against me from behind, her hands under the front of my sweater. Her breath was warm on my neck as she gently unhooked my bra and pulled the cups aside. "Don't you just love the way she does that, Monica?" she asked softly, cupping my breasts and moving them in slow circles with her palms. "Oh yes," I answered dreamily and closed my hands over hers on the outside of my sweater. I pulled them tighter against my breasts and pushed back against her groin as she mirrored her sister's movements. Her left hand fluttered down my belly, the fingers slipping smoothly under the band of my panties. She teased me with her finger tips, gently massaging the soft flesh of my mound and, even though I opened my thighs for her, her fingers continued to tease just short of the place where I wanted to be touched! Jodie had finished her little pantomime and was leaning casually against the table watching us, one hand slowly stroking the shaft of her new appendage when Jill whispered softly into my ear again ... "Why don't we get you out of these clothes now, Monica" she suggested in a sultry voice, and I eagerly agreed. Lifting my arms over my head I helped her to slip my sweater off, and when Jodie saw what was happening she quickly joined us. I was able to catch a closer look at her dildo as she approached and couldn't get over how life-like it looked! I could feel it against my thigh through the fabric of my skirt as she brought her hands up to my breasts and squeezed them gently before pushing my bra over my shoulders and letting it fall to the floor behind me. Jill's fingers were at the zipper of my skirt and as she eased it down slowly Jodie pulled downward at the sides, letting it fall to the floor also..... This left me with only my panties and, in my eagerness, I hooked my thumbs in the waistband and pulled them down over my hips before Jodie caught my hand. "We'll let you know when it's time to take these off, honey," she said, pulling them back up snugly. "There's no need to hurry." Taking my hand, she led me to a low table and told me to make myself comfortable, motioning toward the center with her hand. The table was quite large, perhaps six feet square, and thickly padded. I crawled into the center and turned to lie back on my elbows. I watched with growing interest as Jill walked over and stood in front of Jodie at the side of the table. Jodie deftly removed her sister's suit by stretching it out over her shoulders and pulling it smoothly to the floor where Jill stepped out of it and turned to sit on the edge of the table. She lay back against me then, the gorgeous red hair caressing my belly, and tipped her face toward me. "Watch what we do now, Monica," she said softly. Her buttocks were at the very edge of the table, her feet on the floor, and as she raised her knees upward and spread her luscious thighs Jodie moved in and stood between them. Jill lifted her head for a moment to watch Jodie do the most remarkable thing! Jodie hunched over and pulled the head of the dildo up to her mouth, coating it with a generous application of saliva. As Jill's head rested against my stomach once again, her sister guided the glistening knob up and down between the pink, hairless lips of Jill's cunt, finally pausing long enough to wedge it firmly at the entrance to her vagina. I watched silently. Jill drew a deep breath as the head gradually disappeared into her. Jodie used both hands to guide the shaft and eased her hips forward an inch or two, drew back slightly and then moved inward again. I watched the familiar process as Jodie moved in and out smoothly, each time a little bit deeper as Jill's lubricant gradually distributed itself along the shaft. The dildo was about eight inches long and by the time Jodie had worked the full length into her sister, Jill was moaning. I brushed my hand across her cheek to comfort her. (I thought about the largest cock I'd ever had in me and decided that it probably was not quite as long as Jodie's dildo so I could imagine what Jill was feeling.) Jill smiled up at me with glazed eyes. Jodie, having gotten the entire dildo into her sister, was no longer stroking, but rather just holding her pelvis rigidly pressed against Jill's crotch. She looked at me. "I think it's time for you to get rid of those silk panties now, Monica," she said with a grin. "You can take Jill's place." For a moment I was unable to move because the idea came as a shock to me (I know, it should have been obvious). I looked down at Jill and she smiled, lifting her head so I could get up. I got up onto my knees and began pulling my panties down. My hands were shaking and I remember giggling as I turned to sit so I could get them off the rest of the way. While I was doing this, Jodie slowly stroked the dildo in and out of her sister and watched me fumble with my panties. "Come on, honey," Jill said. "She's got it all warmed up for you now and it feels so good." I had no doubt that she spoke the truth. The crotch of my panties was wet as I balled them up and tossed them off the side of the table. "What do I do ?" I asked stupidly. Jill still lay there and Jodie was still doing what she was doing. They laughed as Jodie slowly drew her hips back, withdrawing the glistening dildo. Jill rolled to the side and reached up for my hand to pull me down where she had been. "You lie down here as I did." Her tone was not mocking or condescending as it could have been, but rather genuinely helpful. "But you need to hurry so it doesn't get dry." She helped me to scoot my butt up to the edge of the table, pushing my shoulders back as I lowered myself down onto my elbows. "No. Lie all the way back so you can support your knees with your hands," she instructed. Jodie stepped between my thighs as I lifted my knees and let them fall apart, holding them with shaking hands. Jill climbed onto the table near my head to instruct me if necessary. It all happened so fast that I don't really know what my reaction was, but Jill was there stroking my cheek as Jodie slipped the thick head into me. Two smooth strokes and the head was at my cervix. Jodie continued to push. Looking down I could tell that she was not all the way in yet; her mound was still a couple inches out from my crotch. I began to hyper- ventilate, I think, because I remember hearing Jill's soft voice in my ear telling me to breathe slowly and relax. All I could think about was an experience with a guy a year or so earlier. He was great looking and super nice! His was the cock I mentioned earlier as the largest I'd ever had in me, and he hurt me with it. We had both been really turned on. Me because I was about to experience one of those `big cocks' I'd heard so much about -- it's supposed to be great to be fucked with a really big one. I think he was so turned on because he was inexperienced and inconsiderate! He was hard and stiff. It was like jamming a hammer handle into me! I think it would have broken before it bent or yielded, and I ended up screaming and scratching frantically to make him stop. But he wouldn't. He kept ramming it into me until he got himself off. He said he thought I was screaming and clawing because he was giving me such a `good orgasm.' As soon as I was able to get my legs back I started kicking him, and I called him every filthy name I could think of. I just lay there crying into the pillow as he hurried to get dressed and leave. He called me a bunch of names too, I guess, but I didn't hear them. I was in too much pain, and all I wanted was for him to leave. He had bruised my uterus so badly that I felt as if someone had beaten my insides with a club. It was weeks before the lingering pain finally went away. When I felt the head of Jodie's dildo against my cervix I started to panic (in spite of the drug that was supposed to make me docile and cooperative). Jill's soothing voice finally calmed me enough to hear what she was telling me. "We won't to hurt you, sweetheart," she kept saying, her lips close to my ear as she cradled my head against her breasts. "Jodie won't go any farther until you're ready." Her hand gently stroked my cheek. "Try to relax now, Monica, and breathe slower," she said softly. Her other hand massaged my groin. "Just relax and let it come in." Jodie applied just a little more pressure. "Let her come into you all the way, honey..... you can do it..... that's it, sweetheart.... just breathe slow and easy.... slow and easy ..... that's it.... just a little more now....," she encouraged me in such a gentle way that I felt the soft head pushing deeper into me, pushing my uterus upward as she continued to rub my belly to relax my clenched muscles. When Jodie's mound finally pressed against the lips of my cunt, all I could do was to giggle nervously with relief. Jodie and Jill joined in assuring me that I was going to do just fine. The difference lay in Jodie's willingness to go slowly and let me adjust to the length of her, allowing my insides stretch slowly and gently instead of ramming them like a jack-hammer. Jodie began to move, slowly and gently at first, with short strokes while Jill whispered encouragement in my ear. I enjoyed the feeling, and I must admit now that there's nothing like a long thick one to let you know you're really being fucked! She gradually lengthened her strokes and quickened the tempo until she fell into a comfortable rhythm, thrusting in and out smoothly while I experimented with rocking my hips to meet her. She brought me to the edge of a beautiful orgasm -- not the most intense I'd ever had, but one of the most memorable -- and kept me there for what seemed hours. I could feel my wetness trickling down between my buttocks and was beginning to have trouble maintaining my position because the padded table was getting wet down there .... and it was when Jill reached down to move her fingers in little circles on my clitoris that I finally went over the edge, gasping for breath. By this time my legs were wrapped around Jodie's waist and I pulled her to me firmly with each stroke, reaching up with my arms to embrace her as she slowed to a stop and lowered her sweating body onto my own. I could have held her there for ever. I was fulfilled. But the moment couldn't last. Jodie spoke to me then, close into my ear with her warm breath. "Now that we've gotten you through that, Monica," she said, "what do you say we just have some good old fashioned sexy fun?" She said it in such a way that I didn't mind being deprived of my melancholy feelings, and I told her that I'd love to! This took the edge off and we all had a good laugh as Jill suggested what we might do next. "How would you like to wear Jodie's toy for a while?" Jill spoke carefully, as if wanting to make sure that I understood each word. "And have your wicked way with us?" The question was so unexpected (and so kinky) that I just stared at her with my mouth hanging open. They laughed good-naturedly at me and I decided "Yes, I'd like that," when Jodie nodded her head at me as if to say "It's all right." Jill and I sat on the edge of the table (Jill sat on the wet spot and made a playfully crude comment about my not being able to control myself) and watched as Jodie unsnapped the leather harness at one corner and stepped out of it. Handing it to me, she began rubbing her hairless mound vigorously with her hand, saying something about how sweaty it gets under there. I stood up and managed to put the wrong foot through the leg opening still snapped. When I pulled it up I found the triangle and dildo behind me. "Oh dear, Jill. I think we've got us a real pervert here!" Jodie said with a look of shock, and we all had another good laugh as I stepped out and turned it around. Jodie helped me get the triangle over my mound and pulled the loose strap down from the waist to snap it at the corner. "How does that feel?" she asked, gripping the base of the dildo and tugging on it. I told her that it felt comfortable as I timidly reached down to grasp `my cock.' It was still slightly wet and slippery, and the feel of it brought on another of my nervous giggles. I had often fantasized about this. Oh, not about wearing a life- like dildo and using it on someone, but about actually being a man. In my fantasy I would make love to a beautiful woman and treat her with tenderness and love, always attentive to her feelings and making sure she knew how much I loved her. I know that sounds terribly corny, but after having been with several selfish and rude men, I knew that I would never treat a woman with anything other than love and respect. The thing that was always missing from my fantasy was what it actually felt like. I mean what the guy feels when he slips it into you, and even more important, what he feels when he comes and the semen starts shooting out! I was not so foolish as to think that I was about to find out, but I was excited just the same! I would look down at a beautiful woman and see the pleasure on her face; the pleasure she would feel as I was actually fucking her! Jill's voice pulled me out of my day-dreaming and I had to ask her to repeat what she had said. "I said `Which one of us would you like first?'" Jodie sat next to her on the edge of the table and they were watching me expectantly. "Don't worry about hurting the other's feelings, Monica," Jodie offered. "You'll get to do us both...." I can't begin to explain how I made up my mind (it didn't really matter anyway, like Jodie said) but I looked into Jill's eyes for a long time before speaking. "I'd like to make love to you first," I said softly, my voice barely audible even to myself. I quickly glanced at Jodie and was glad to see the same friendly expression as before -- it really didn't matter to them. Jill smiled and giggled just a little as she let herself fall back gently onto the table. Jodie motioned me with her hand to come closer as she sat next to her sister's widely spread thighs. I stepped up hesitantly and found that I could not take my eyes from Jill's cunt! She was wet; moisture glistened on her blushing lips and I used my hand as Jodie had done, guiding the head of my cock to it's beautiful target. Her hot wetness warmed my fingers as I eased the head between her lips and moved it gently up and down. I glanced at her face and was pleased to see a look of pleasure there, even though her eyes were closed. She appeared to be in deep concentration as I applied a small amount of pressure with my pelvis. God, this was so kinky I couldn't believe I was actually doing it! "Don't be too careful, honey," Jodie offered softly, her hand resting gently on my nervously quivering buttocks. "Go ahead and do it, Monica." I pushed in a little deeper until I felt some resistance and pulled back slightly to draw some of the lubricant from her. Now forward again and a few more inches of the thick shaft disappeared into her. By the time I had introduced the entire length into her she was smiling dreamily and breathing deeply. I watched her wonderful breasts rise and fall and pressed forward between her thighs, making sure that I was as deep as possible. I was surprised to feel just the slightest bit of movement transmitted back to my mound through the length of the dildo as she sucked her belly in and out slowly as if helping to `rearrange things in there.' I grasped her firm thighs with my hands, my thumbs resting on either side of her erect clitoris, and began to move slowly in and out of her. Again, I was surprised at the amount of pull necessary to draw the dildo out, retrieving about half of it before gliding back in. It took me a little while to get coordinated, but before long I was stroking in and out of her with a comfortable and steady rhythm. Jill remained silent except for an occasional loud sigh or a soft groan as she rocked her hips to match my thrusts. Jodie offered encouragement, assuring me that I was doing just fine. `Fucking like a pro-stud' was the way she put it. I had to giggle at that comment, and I was further encouraged by Jill. "Oh yes," she said softly as I quickened the tempo. Jodie's hand remained on my buttocks, a guiding hand if you like, urging me on as I began to hear flesh slapping flesh. The front of my thighs striking Jill's buttocks made the most delicious sound, and I felt a familiar tingle in my clitoris as the constant thrusting caused the inner surface of the triangle to rub me there. A dull ache grew in my lower back as I strained to use my muscles in this new and exciting way. I was glad to see the signs of Jill's approaching orgasm. Her hips lost some of their steady rhythm, and she thrust her crotch to meet my stokes more forcefully. Her breathing was erratic and when she released the grip on her knees, she reached for me with her arms, just as I had done! I leaned forward onto her body as her arms and legs closed around me. Her legs gripped my buttocks and held me firmly in place as she ground her crotch against my mound. The breath whistled between her clenched teeth as she hugged me. I kissed her cheek and neck as her breathing began to slow. When Jill opened her eyes to look at me, she smiled warmly and kissed me full on the mouth. "I've always said that women are the greatest lovers," she said, with a tone that told me this was no empty remark; she genuinely meant it. Jodie wasted no time in reminding me that it was her turn. I was about to say something about being really tired in my back when she suggested that I lie down and let her "ride" me. That sounded great. Why not get kinky since we'd gone so far already! I sat on the edge of the table and scuttled toward the middle. Lying back and holding "my cock" upright I grinned at them. Jodie told me to scoot back out to the edge; it would work better that way. I didn't see what difference it would make, but quickly obliged. She put me in nearly the same position as before except that I didn't need to hold my knees up -- instead, my feet rested comfortably on the floor as she climbed onto the table next to me. Jodie swung a leg over and straddled my hips. Reaching down between her thighs, she caught the dildo in her hand. She guided the head up between the lips of her cunt and lower her hips. I could feel the downward pressure against my mound and used my hand to keep the dildo straight for her. She was looking at my face, but had a glazed look as though her thoughts were somewhere else. Doubtless they were. After a few rocking and lifting motions of her hips she was able to sit down fully on my pelvis. She sat there for a few moments, slowly moving her crotch against me and then leaned forward to put her hands on the table next to my shoulders, supporting her upper body while she began moving her cunt up and down on "my cock." It was obvious that she was enjoying herself as she smiled down at me with a dreamy look and I began to experiment with my own pelvis, sort of thrusting upward gently to meet her as she came down..... We quickly established a nice steady rhythm and my mind began to wander a little. I wondered what Jill was doing and turned my head to look. I could see that she was behind the table but wasn't able to see what she was doing. Jodie was apparently watching her though, because she nodded and said: "Oh yes. That's nice. She'll love it." My curiosity was soon satisfied. I had returned my attention to Jodie, thrusting upward into her and squeezing her breasts with both hands when Jill came around the table into my field of view. She wore a harness identical to mine, but the dildo it held was about four inches longer! It wasn't any thicker, but it appeared to be about twelve inches long and she supported it with her hand as she stood at the edge of the table just to the left of my knees. "Oh, come on now, Monica," she laughed in delight at my expression. "You guessed it," she said. "I'm going to fuck Jodie up the ass while she rides you!" Jodie continued to rhythmically slide up and down the length of "my cock," but I had become perfectly still, watching Jill. She had a large tube of the familiar K-Y jelly in her other hand and she let the dildo sag in front of her while she used both hands to twist the cap off. My God! The thing hung nearly to her knees and I was having a hard time believing she would really shove it up Jodie's ass. As if reading my thoughts, Jodie put her hand on my shoulder to get my attention. "It's great, Monica," she said with obvious sincerity. "You haven't been properly fucked until you've had it this way." Then, almost an afterthought: "You'll get it in a little while, and see what I mean." Jill squeezed a large blob of the jelly into her palm and coated the head and shaft of her dildo. It glistened brightly in the light as it drooped in front of her again while she replaced the cap. She moved up behind her sister then and I couldn't actually see what she was doing but I suspected she was smearing some of the K-Y around Jodie's anus. Maybe slipping a finger into her, too, I thought, as Jodie moaned softly in pleasure. Jodie stopped riding me for a moment and reached back with her hand, apparently to assist Jill. It almost scared me when she suddenly dropped her head onto my chest. She shuddered violently and her moans grew louder. I tried to comfort her, hugging her to me and rubbing her back. Jill was moving her lower body then, and I felt her knees rubbing against my inner thighs as she began moving to and fro. "It's so good...." Jodie murmured, lifting her face to look at me. She remained still for until Jill begin to speed the tempo of her thrusts. Eyes tightly closed, Jodie raised herself from my breast and supported herself with her hands. Again she began to rock forward and back. A babble of ecstatic sound poured from her mouth and I found myself wondering when it would be "my turn." Jodie had a few brief periods of relative calm, but for the most part was a wild woman. She thrust her buttocks violently onto our well-oiled dildos, each thrust punctuated by a loud groan or moan or an occasional instruction. "Fuck me. Fuck me," she pleaded. I was enthralled. When Jodie collapsed onto me in a sweating and panting heap, I couldn't wait to discover what all the excitement was about! Conscious again at last, Jodie rolled off me and reached down to unsnap my harness. "Are you ready to give it a try now, Monica?" she asked, looking into my eyes attentively. I assured her that I was indeed ready. With trembling fingers I slipped the harness off and handed it to her. She knelt on the table to adjust it and when she had finished, scooted to the edge and assumed my previous position. As I swung my leg across her, I had a sudden moment of doubt. Did I really want to go through with this? Jill reached out to stroke my buttocks gently. "Go ahead, sweet-heart," she said softly. "Don't worry. I think you'll really like it once we get started." All I needed was a little reassurance, and Jill's words were enough. Raising my hips over Jodie, I reached down as she had done, excited and nervous, and felt for and found the dildo. I guided the head to my vagina and lowered myself, a little surprised at the ease with which it slid in. I took a few experimental strokes up and down, feeling absolutely vibrant as I watched over my shoulder. Jill quickly applied more K-Y to her incredibly long dildo and stepped up close behind me. My breath caught throat for a moment when she slipped first one and then another finger into my rectum, swivelling them around slowly. Jodie's hands cupped my breasts and she spoke to me in a soothing voice. I never did know what it was that she was saying, but her voice sounded nice. Then Jill's hand grasped my hip and the knob pushed against my anus. I reached back to feel it slip between my fingers and slide a few inches up into me. Suddenly weak, I understood why Jodie had rested her head on my breasts at this point and felt compelled to do likewise. She hugged me gently and stroked her hands up and down my back as I tried to relax my rectum. I felt Jill reach the point where my bowel turned sideways. At Jill's direction I sucked my belly in and out slowly and think I helped her navigate the turn. It was much like the measurement during my first visit, but this time the sense fullness was more intense.... and it was heavenly, just as Jodie had said it would be. Jill now had both hands on my hips, pulling me to her as she pushed ever deeper with the dildo. Just as I was about to scream that I couldn't take any more, her mound pressed firmly against my buttocks. I had taken it all. "Are you alright, honey?" Jill asked softly while Jodie continued to stroke my back and hold me to her breast. I lifted my self up onto my hands then and nodded, feeling woozy and wonderful. "You were right," I smiled at Jodie, hearing the strangeness in my voice as I tried to talk. They both laughed and I leaned forward experimentally, pulling my body up from them and feeling the most delicious sensation as the head of Jill's dildo sucked itself free and slid back a few inches. Well, that was the beginning of a wonderful learning experience for me and I can assure you that I enjoyed it every bit as much as Jodie had seemed to. The long thick dildos thrusting in and out gave me many orgasms and I was exhausted when I finally collapsed onto Jodie, unable to continue even though I would have loved to! When I rolled off, we spent a few minutes talking about what we had done. When my escort came to fetch me I dressed and went home a washed-out but very happy woman. Monday was coming. How could I possibly wait that long? --