Ann Ch. 06 - Sex Stories

Ann Ch. 06

... all girlish. We will teach you and show you. And change you a little bit. Not too much. But as we will adapt to you, you need to adapt to us."

I bowed my head:

"I am ready Mistress!"

"I have a few power tools too," Bimbo said. "One of them has even got two batteries!"

She was too far away from Bitch to get a slap. I squeezed her hand.

I asked Jenny if I was permitted a bathroom visit sans Rosie, indicating that I needed a number two. She shook her head no.

"Not without Rosie!"

"But I need to go number..." This was really embarrassing.

"Not without Rosie!" Jenny stated.

Rosie had already stood up and reached for my hand. We left the living room and I headed for the toilet in big need.

"You said we didn't do it when we did number two." I said, thinking there was a kind of misunderstanding.

"Usually not. When I go, I wipe in the back, and then Jenny comes and does my front. When Jenny goes, she mostly does it all herself, unless we are in Mistress/slave mode, and she finds it adding to the game. Then she wipes and I do the front for her. I just want to be with you and see, how you feel about it. I take that it doesn't make you sick since you volunteered with Bimbo."

"No, not at all. I like the humble position and the humiliation of being made to serve that way, but I think I will keep it to number one visits. It is an issue to deal with for me, but I am fine this way. For a moment, I thought that you lick Jenny both front and rear!"

"No, ...

... she wipes. We have just grown into some kind of ritual. It is probably our weirdest kink, and if you can stand this, we will likely not lose you."

I didn't feel like these toilet rules were something gross I had to endure and sacrifice my well-being to get access to their (and my future) life. It just felt right to do it, though I knew it sounded weird.

"I don't want you to lose me! It feels like the right thing to do now; to me, it is a good way to show devotion."

I had done what I should and wiped my rear. I stood and Rosie cleaned the front. We went to the living room again, hand in hand.

I sat down next to Jenny with my still-warm mug of coffee. Ruth had a picture frame in her hand, studying it closely. I wondered what picture it was. I could see it had a frame like the ones on the wall I had admired yesterday, but they were all in place. This was an extra. A new one? Ruth put it down on her knees:

"Jen! You are one lucky girl!"

Bitch nodded: "For sure!"

"I have put some extra nails up." Jenny said, nodding towards the other frames on the wall. She met my curious expression with a smile:

"Sorry Ann, I just had to do it."

She held the picture so I could see it. It was not a picture. It was my letter to her. I blushed and began to object.

"I asked you if I could show it to a very few friends. I just did. Now it belongs to the wall where I keep things that mean very much to me and make me happy whenever I look at them."

"I am not used to all ...