A Proper Young Woman's Guide to Anal Etiquette: Chapter 13
By: Lord Odie
Disclaimer: The following is a work of pure sexual fantasy and is intended for adult audiences ONLY. If you are under the age of 18, please stop reading NOW and go tell your parent and/or guardian that you need stricter internet supervision. Any physical resemblance to a real person that any fictional character herein may bear is probably intentional and is meant as a compliment. Furthermore, all fictional characters in the following fantasy are professionals and good at what they do. So please, don't try this at home; if such things were even physically possible. If you still insist on trying this at home, please send all pictures and feedback about the experience to myself. If I can't stop you I can at least make sure you're doing it right. Consider yourself disclaimed.
Author's Note
This story is still incomplete, and I have not touched it in years. I might complete it one day, but not likely. My imagination has wandered away to other characters who need my attention more.
My writer's block on this chapter is one of the contributing things as to why updates stopped, even though I have continues writing other stories in this setting. So, I'm calling this done for now and moving on.
Previously in The Expo, Part II:
While browsing the Expo's many wares, Laura met up with a new friend. Now, onward to Anal by Design!
The Expo, Part III
Next up, Laura managed to pass by the booth of Parisian Plugs without stopping. The company sold designer, name brand plugs. While she thought their soothing floral patterns and exciting color motifs were nice, she was not going to pay five times the cost of a normal, retail plug just to get a fancy logo emblazoned on the bottom. However, judging from the long line of women browsing the large booth's shelves and lining up at the cash registers, she was in the minority on that opinion. She sighed to herself as her trek continued.
Not too far down from the superb example of capitalism at its finest was a booth Laura had to stop and take a look at: Anastasia's Secrets. The company had been named after a character in a trilogy of softcore BDSM books from earlier in the century... which Laura couldn't remember the name of now. Damn it! Laura scolded herself. Those books had been high school required reading for second year senior American Literature for decades. Oh well, she'd remember the name later.
Anastasia's Secrets had been her and Dave's go-to store for the more severe items in her massive collection of plugs and dildos. After all, they specialized in providing bondage equipment, leather and latex apparel, anal training gear, extreme enema paraphernalia, and a host of other fun items. Most of her punishment and torture dildo sets - and more than a few nipple clamps - had been purchased from their website and retail outlet store a few cities over. Dave had actually bought her a gift set of their Please and Pain torture plugs for her fortieth birthday. She hadn't dared to actually play with them in years. They scared the hell out of her when she was forty and Dave was experimenting to see which coarse texture caused her to cry out in the most pain, and they still scared the hell out of her today years later!
Although, maybe Amanda and I could bring them out of retirement this weekend, Laura thought to herself mischievously. Her sphincter spasmed around her Dilation Master XXL in involuntary protest at the mere thought. To be honest, she was pretty sure her anal dilation had regressed to a point where those toys probably wouldn't go in without a significant investment of time and energy on Amanda's part. Which would be fun! Laura admitted to here self as her anal ring spasmed again.
As Laura pushed her way through the on looking women outside of the booth, the first thing she saw was a raven haired saleswoman fielding questions about the demonstration she was giving. She was tall; a few inches over six feet. The heels of her crimson, thigh high latex boots pushed her head up another five inches so that she was towering over the gathered women. Above the boots were just a few inches of skin before the black material of what looked to be old school latex panties covered her nether region entirely. Laura thought that a little odd as full panties had gone out of fashion when her grandmother had been young. Modern underwear was either of the crotch-less or gaper varieties - or some kind of variation - or just part of every woman's plug strap.
Above the odd looking underwear was a matching, severe looking crimson latex corset with thick black boning. Considering the woman's above average height and stocky build, the narrowness of her waist as the corset crushed inwards was impressive. But not nearly as impressive as her G or H cups breasts as they spilled out of the garment's built in quarter cup bra! Each massive mammary was topped with a rock hard nipple pierced with large stainless steel barbells in the center of wide, pink areolas. Laura's mouth immediately started watering as she imagined sucking on each one. Completing the saleswoman's look: her arms and shoulders were bare, her face was strong and unyielding and her black hair was pulled up into a tight bun on the back of her head. She looked like the quintessential mistress out of every woman's fantasies; or nightmares to be more accurate.
As she broke into the front of the crowd, she was able to see the details of Mistress's 'outdated' panties more clearly. Ah! She'd seen these before online. They were actually universal chastity panties. With her close proximity, she could now see the built in rubber grommets securely holding the dildos in place. The base of the pussy dildo looked to be an imposing four-and-a-half or five inches in diameter while the urethra dildo must be nearly an inch wide! From her vantage point, Laura couldn't see the anal dildo clearly, but from what she could see of its base between the sexy two-inch gap between Mistress's legs, it was equally massive. Laura briefly wondered where the woman's internal organs were considering the sheer size of the dildos secured into her three lower holes and the crushing restriction imposed by her boned corset.
Mistress was standing behind a standard waist high bondage bench and gesturing towards the bound woman on it as she talked. Unlike Mistress - who was decked out in full dungeon attire - the bound woman wore street clothes and had most likely been a volunteer from the audience for this demonstration. She was situated on her back with her wrists secured to the top of the bench. Her gray dress slacks had been pulled down to her ankles and her legs had been double up and positioned over her torso. Straps built into the bench held her knees and legs tightly against her sides, which caused her feet and bunched up pants to rest over her face. Laura could see the woman's brown hair spilling out over the bench though. She still wore a deep blue, low cut silk blouse that covered her sizable breasts. A sizable triangular shaped pillow was under her hips and lower back, which pointed her bubble butt upwards towards the ceiling. Underneath her raised ass, Laura could see a pair of leather straps hanging down towards the bench - the thick dilator dildo they had been securing was sitting at the foot of the bondage bench; which she estimated was nearly six-inches wide. This was a lady whose anal wellbeing was being nicely looked after!
Inserted into the prostrate woman's upturned bottom was an evil looking blue dildo approximately the same thickness as the dilator she had been wearing before the demonstration, but of unknown length; though there was at least ten inches still outside of the woman's body. Mistress left had gripped the handle at its base as she absentmindedly worked the toy around inside of her temporary assistant's defenseless asshole.
"Now pay particular attention to the sounds of exquisite agony from my assistant here as the tiny pyramids of the Nefertiti's Pleasure torture dildo pull past her sphincter on the way in and almost turn her anus inside out when you pull back out," Mistress said as she demonstrated by grabbing the dildo's handle with both hands to very slowly work it in and out of its confining hole a few inches in either direction. "Even though each pyramid is only raised about five millimeters off the surface of the dildo, that's still plenty to get a really decent grip on your rectal tissues." The woman on the bench went visibly rigid and groaned in obvious pain as the nearly six-inch wide torture dildo passed through her sphincter and deep into her rectum. "This is because of the patented, lubricant-resistant latex material used in the construction of the tips of the pyramids. While lubrication still aides in insertion and intercourse, each pyramid type will grab at a woman's sphincter and rectal walls and almost pull them along for the ride. Trust me when I tell you that the sensations it causes are most... unpleasant," Mistress added with a slight shudder which she almost succeeded in hiding from the more observant members of her audience - Laura noticed it though.
