body, the more her desire to be filled—truly
filled—grew.
"Dearest Lord," Jane groaned. "I need
him inside me."
"When he takes you, the betel will be gone from
your body and the sensation even more enjoyable. He will approach you slowly
and with care, so you have no need to fear."
"But he is so large," Jane moaned, squirming
from both the feeling of fullness, and arousal.
"I will prepare you for him in that way as well.
Rest for a few minutes." Usha patted Jane on the bottom and stepped away.
Jane inhaled deeply, concentrating on the odd sense of
exposure and fullness. Suddenly, her stomach began to cramp uncomfortably.
"Usha? Usha!"
"I'm right here."
"I need to, you know…"
"Dharma? Help me, please." Together, the two
women slid Jane's feet from the loops and helped her to stand. They escorted
her to the water closet where Usha instructed her to stay until she felt
'empty'.
Jane clutched her stomach as the fluid exploded from
her body. How could it have felt so good but then become so miserable? Her gaze
fell upon the roll of toilet paper, surprised that the fairly new invention had
found its place on the other side of the world. She wondered whether Philip had
exploited the Scott rolls as he had done the ice trade.
"Are you all right, Jane?" Usha asked.
"I was actually starting to think about products
Philip should add to his inventory." Jane forced a chuckle, emerging from
the closet.
Usha tsked. "Now is not the time to think of
business, but of pleasure."
"What just happened in there was not pleasurable,
thank you." Jane shuddered, still moving quite slowly.
"Stand under this stream and allowed your body to
calm itself," Usha said, guiding her to stand beneath the flowing
fountain. The water cooled her skin, rinsing the sweat and salt from her flesh.
Jane raised her face to the water and closed her eyes.
"I used to love walking in the rain," she
murmured aloud. "Philip does not care for it."
"Does it arouse you?" Usaha asked, handing
her a towel.
"I suppose it does, in a way. It makes me feel
awake and alive."
"Then he will learn to enjoy walks in the rain.
The Kama Sutra teaches that both partners are to seek fulfillment, not just the
one. Return to the table, but lie on your back."
Jane obeyed and found herself being shaved, oiled and
scrubbed with salt again, with her delicate areas paid close attention to. The
touch of the women's hands on her brought about a different feeling. It was
sensual, not sexual, and relaxing rather than arousing.
"It feels different than when Philip touches
me," she commented.
"Your mind knows that it is not for pleasure. You
are ready to bathe now. Step into the tub and be careful not to slip." Usha
pointed to the large, sunken pool.
Jane nodded, carefully entering. She smiled as the
other four naked women joined her.
"I used to do this back in England," Jane
said. "Only then, I was so afraid of being judged because of my
adornment."
"There is no judgment here, only encouragement.
Do you have questions about your wedding night?"
"You are aware that we have already had
relations, yes?"
"Yes, but it will be different. Daddy gave him
the book!" Lynette blurted.
"The Kama Sutra?"
"Yes." Usha eyed Lynette with disapproval.
"It was to be a surprise. He will open it in front of you, and together
you will explore what awaits inside."
"I have read it cover to cover and seen the
pictures. I cannot position myself in many of the manners depicted. I lack
flexibility."
"The strength and discipline to achieve the
success of the positions takes many years. Do not be afraid to communicate
discomfort to him. Be bold in your desire, and never refuse him. Trust him also
to honor you and your body."
"I will. Thank you. For everything. Well,"
Jane wrinkled her nose, "almost everything. I could have done without that
enema."
"You will be grateful when he engages you in that
way," Usha said and laughed.
"I'm not sure about that."
"Oh, you will! Let's show her,"
filled—grew.
"Dearest Lord," Jane groaned. "I need
him inside me."
"When he takes you, the betel will be gone from
your body and the sensation even more enjoyable. He will approach you slowly
and with care, so you have no need to fear."
"But he is so large," Jane moaned, squirming
from both the feeling of fullness, and arousal.
"I will prepare you for him in that way as well.
Rest for a few minutes." Usha patted Jane on the bottom and stepped away.
Jane inhaled deeply, concentrating on the odd sense of
exposure and fullness. Suddenly, her stomach began to cramp uncomfortably.
"Usha? Usha!"
"I'm right here."
"I need to, you know…"
"Dharma? Help me, please." Together, the two
women slid Jane's feet from the loops and helped her to stand. They escorted
her to the water closet where Usha instructed her to stay until she felt
'empty'.
Jane clutched her stomach as the fluid exploded from
her body. How could it have felt so good but then become so miserable? Her gaze
fell upon the roll of toilet paper, surprised that the fairly new invention had
found its place on the other side of the world. She wondered whether Philip had
exploited the Scott rolls as he had done the ice trade.
"Are you all right, Jane?" Usha asked.
"I was actually starting to think about products
Philip should add to his inventory." Jane forced a chuckle, emerging from
the closet.
Usha tsked. "Now is not the time to think of
business, but of pleasure."
"What just happened in there was not pleasurable,
thank you." Jane shuddered, still moving quite slowly.
"Stand under this stream and allowed your body to
calm itself," Usha said, guiding her to stand beneath the flowing
fountain. The water cooled her skin, rinsing the sweat and salt from her flesh.
Jane raised her face to the water and closed her eyes.
"I used to love walking in the rain," she
murmured aloud. "Philip does not care for it."
"Does it arouse you?" Usaha asked, handing
her a towel.
"I suppose it does, in a way. It makes me feel
awake and alive."
"Then he will learn to enjoy walks in the rain.
The Kama Sutra teaches that both partners are to seek fulfillment, not just the
one. Return to the table, but lie on your back."
Jane obeyed and found herself being shaved, oiled and
scrubbed with salt again, with her delicate areas paid close attention to. The
touch of the women's hands on her brought about a different feeling. It was
sensual, not sexual, and relaxing rather than arousing.
"It feels different than when Philip touches
me," she commented.
"Your mind knows that it is not for pleasure. You
are ready to bathe now. Step into the tub and be careful not to slip." Usha
pointed to the large, sunken pool.
Jane nodded, carefully entering. She smiled as the
other four naked women joined her.
"I used to do this back in England," Jane
said. "Only then, I was so afraid of being judged because of my
adornment."
"There is no judgment here, only encouragement.
Do you have questions about your wedding night?"
"You are aware that we have already had
relations, yes?"
"Yes, but it will be different. Daddy gave him
the book!" Lynette blurted.
"The Kama Sutra?"
"Yes." Usha eyed Lynette with disapproval.
"It was to be a surprise. He will open it in front of you, and together
you will explore what awaits inside."
"I have read it cover to cover and seen the
pictures. I cannot position myself in many of the manners depicted. I lack
flexibility."
"The strength and discipline to achieve the
success of the positions takes many years. Do not be afraid to communicate
discomfort to him. Be bold in your desire, and never refuse him. Trust him also
to honor you and your body."
"I will. Thank you. For everything. Well,"
Jane wrinkled her nose, "almost everything. I could have done without that
enema."
"You will be grateful when he engages you in that
way," Usha said and laughed.
"I'm not sure about that."
"Oh, you will! Let's show her,"
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