Dharma?
Please retrieve the canister." Usha requested. She turned back to Jane.
"This is a very unique table. It is specifically designed to prepare a
bride for her wedding night. There are handles for you to hold on either
side."
Jane reached out and grabbed the curved pieces of
wood. The position stretched her arms over her head and elongated her torso.
There was a padded hole that allowed her to comfortably rest her face and stare
down at the carpet below the table.
"Good girl. These are loops and will help to hold
your feet in place."
Jane lifted her head. "Usha! You cannot be
serious. This would make me look like a frog! Ow!"
"Every time you argue, I will smack that bottom.
It still carries some marks from your punishment, so I assume it still holds
some tenderness. Now, give me your foot."
Jane whined as Usha slipped her right foot into the
wide loop located on the outer edge at the end of the table. She did the same
with her left, forcing Jane's ankles and bent knees to point outward, as though
she were squatting while laying down. Usha reached under the table and pulled
on the strap, forcing Jane's knees higher, and her privates to be completely
exposed.
"Shave her as much as you can," Usha told
Dharma. "We will turn her over and complete what you have missed
later."
The warm soap rubbed between her bottom cheeks, and
Jane shivered in response. She anxiously held her breath while the cold, sharp
edge of the razor scraped against her delicate skin. The blade sheared every
fine layer of peach fuzz from between her cheeks, the backs of her thighs, and
even her bared bottom.
"I feel so naked," Jane moaned.
"You are naked. Oil her while I ready her for cleansing."
Jane tried to shift her body from the uncomfortable
position several times, finally relaxing when Dharma poured the warm oil over
her back. Salt was sprinkled over her and carefully massaged in, lifting any
dry skin from her body. Dharma paid special attention to her bottom, scrubbing
it with the salt to the point of discomfort.
"That hurts."
"You are still slightly bruised. Be quiet."
"You don't like me, do you?" Jane asked.
"Ow! Why did you smack me?"
"I smacked you," Usha said. "This time
is for contemplation, not for arguments. Lift your abdomen."
A rolled towel was tucked under her pelvis, forcing
her bottom higher into the air. Jane started as she felt her bottom hole being
massaged with a cool, tingling gel.
"This is the pulp from aloe vera. I mix it with
two drops of mint oil. It is a good lubricant."
"For what?"
"The nozzle. I am performing a full cleansing on
you so that your husband might have you in all ways if he chooses. Hold
still."
"No! Not an enema! I refuse!" Jane let go of
the handles. "Release my legs."
Usha pressed her down and leaned into her. "This
can be very pleasant if you relax. Dharma! Give her some betel."
"I don't want any drugs. I want to—"
Jane's words were cut off when Dharma stuck the leaf into her mouth and held
her jaw shut. Her position made it difficult to fight the other woman, so she
soon found herself chewing the plant.
Jane's body grew heavy and she relaxed on the table,
gazing through the cut hole. She felt the pressure of the wide nozzle working
its way into her shy rosebud, but she was unable to struggle against its
invasion. The sensation of warmth trickled inside of her.
"You are doing well, Jane," Usha praised,
rubbing the girl's back as the liquid slowly dribbled into her body. "This
cleansing is very slow, allowing your body the chance to take in all it
requires. The mint stimulates and soothes, and the black tea gives energy. It
will leave you desiring your husband in a manner that you might not otherwise
have considered."
"Will he take me there?" Jane asked
sleepily.
"He will, many times. Philip finds that act
pleasurable, which means that you must as well. You should start feeling full
soon, but also wanting. Trust me."
Jane nodded. Usha was correct. The more fluid that
entered her
Please retrieve the canister." Usha requested. She turned back to Jane.
"This is a very unique table. It is specifically designed to prepare a
bride for her wedding night. There are handles for you to hold on either
side."
Jane reached out and grabbed the curved pieces of
wood. The position stretched her arms over her head and elongated her torso.
There was a padded hole that allowed her to comfortably rest her face and stare
down at the carpet below the table.
"Good girl. These are loops and will help to hold
your feet in place."
Jane lifted her head. "Usha! You cannot be
serious. This would make me look like a frog! Ow!"
"Every time you argue, I will smack that bottom.
It still carries some marks from your punishment, so I assume it still holds
some tenderness. Now, give me your foot."
Jane whined as Usha slipped her right foot into the
wide loop located on the outer edge at the end of the table. She did the same
with her left, forcing Jane's ankles and bent knees to point outward, as though
she were squatting while laying down. Usha reached under the table and pulled
on the strap, forcing Jane's knees higher, and her privates to be completely
exposed.
"Shave her as much as you can," Usha told
Dharma. "We will turn her over and complete what you have missed
later."
The warm soap rubbed between her bottom cheeks, and
Jane shivered in response. She anxiously held her breath while the cold, sharp
edge of the razor scraped against her delicate skin. The blade sheared every
fine layer of peach fuzz from between her cheeks, the backs of her thighs, and
even her bared bottom.
"I feel so naked," Jane moaned.
"You are naked. Oil her while I ready her for cleansing."
Jane tried to shift her body from the uncomfortable
position several times, finally relaxing when Dharma poured the warm oil over
her back. Salt was sprinkled over her and carefully massaged in, lifting any
dry skin from her body. Dharma paid special attention to her bottom, scrubbing
it with the salt to the point of discomfort.
"That hurts."
"You are still slightly bruised. Be quiet."
"You don't like me, do you?" Jane asked.
"Ow! Why did you smack me?"
"I smacked you," Usha said. "This time
is for contemplation, not for arguments. Lift your abdomen."
A rolled towel was tucked under her pelvis, forcing
her bottom higher into the air. Jane started as she felt her bottom hole being
massaged with a cool, tingling gel.
"This is the pulp from aloe vera. I mix it with
two drops of mint oil. It is a good lubricant."
"For what?"
"The nozzle. I am performing a full cleansing on
you so that your husband might have you in all ways if he chooses. Hold
still."
"No! Not an enema! I refuse!" Jane let go of
the handles. "Release my legs."
Usha pressed her down and leaned into her. "This
can be very pleasant if you relax. Dharma! Give her some betel."
"I don't want any drugs. I want to—"
Jane's words were cut off when Dharma stuck the leaf into her mouth and held
her jaw shut. Her position made it difficult to fight the other woman, so she
soon found herself chewing the plant.
Jane's body grew heavy and she relaxed on the table,
gazing through the cut hole. She felt the pressure of the wide nozzle working
its way into her shy rosebud, but she was unable to struggle against its
invasion. The sensation of warmth trickled inside of her.
"You are doing well, Jane," Usha praised,
rubbing the girl's back as the liquid slowly dribbled into her body. "This
cleansing is very slow, allowing your body the chance to take in all it
requires. The mint stimulates and soothes, and the black tea gives energy. It
will leave you desiring your husband in a manner that you might not otherwise
have considered."
"Will he take me there?" Jane asked
sleepily.
"He will, many times. Philip finds that act
pleasurable, which means that you must as well. You should start feeling full
soon, but also wanting. Trust me."
Jane nodded. Usha was correct. The more fluid that
entered her
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