Laura was bored. Each morning she would wake expecting a text and by nightfall her hopes were dashed. Five endless days had passed since her tryst by the pond and she was beginning to look back at the experience as if it had been a dream from a different lifetime. Strangely no one seemed to have noticed any difference in her. At first she had felt like she must appear a little changed, after all for a few too brief moments she had become all she had ever wanted to be and had felt a belonging never before achieved or imagined. She even spent some time looking in the bathroom mirror and saw clearly her new knowing but the reflection she saw must have been an illusion, to her companions she was still the conservative, reliable homemaker without any depth beyond cooking, cleaning and making ends meet.
As soon as the children left for school and her partner was safely on the way to work she would reach into the back of her underwear drawer and retrieve the anal plug and lube. Inserting and wearing it had become her freedom, a constant reminder of the wondrous world she had tasted. The first day she wore it to the store it felt like every glance saw straight through her jeans and focused on the deeply imbedded toy. Strangely this made her quite proud and she definitely noticed a new swagger in her movements. She knew the glances were just imaginary but found her total lack of embarrassment empowering. Laura would work her muscles against the stem at the checkout, feeling her juices trickle down to the pad she was obliged to wear for fear of too obvious damp patches and the took any opportunity to sit just to feel the extra penetrating pressure as she settled with a squirm. Suddenly a quick trip to the coffee shop became a whole erotic adventure as she perched and swiveled on the high counter stool.
Laura had noticed the listing in the free paper earlier in the day. Something about the wording just captured her attention and chores finally done she decided to take a second glance.
'Satifa Karu, Qualified Hypno-Therapist, Specializing in the treatment of Addiction and Sexual Problems.'
The number was a local one and the address given just a few blocks from her home. Laura decided that rather than phone she would take a look at the premises first. She wasn't sure if the needs she felt were either an addiction or a problem but maybe just talking to someone professional about her feelings would make more sense of her desires. Something had to change or she knew her life was going to implode and she had spent too much time keeping everything together to just let go now without good reason.
The building was truly breathtaking. Laura couldn't believe she had never noticed it before especially considering she must have driven down this street almost every day. The house had two floors, a turret in each corner rounded to match the central domed roof. The whole facade had been painted the purest white and was covered in what looked from a distance to be highly ornate carvings. The lot was covered in lush green grass, a miracle in the climate, and occasional trees formed shade over welcoming benches.
The path leading up to the double arched doors was of a crunchy chalk and Laura smiled sheepishly as she tried to walk as quietly as possible. At closer inspection the carvings were far more erotic than they seemed at a distance, portraying couples and groups performing unimaginably complicated sexual couplings. Laura was really happy she had decided to insert her plug as the comfortingly stretched sphincter kept her from being reduced to a nervous wreck. The doors had a simple hand written sign announcing 'enter' and taking a deep breath and one last glance at a particularly gymnastic carving Laura pulled open a door and stepped inside.
The interior of the building was as brilliantly white as the exterior, the walls ceiling and lush carpet merging to give the impression of standing inside an ice cube. Apart from a central open flight of stairs disappearing up to the next level the only break in the emptiness was a desk and chair directly ahead occupied by a young Asian girl dressed appropriately in a white silk sari.
"Hello. How can I direct you?"
The girl was astoundingly beautiful and her dark eyes sparkled as she spoke. Her broad smile disclosed two rows seemingly perfect teeth.
"I saw your listing in the local paper so thought I would call in and see what exactly you do."
Laura tried to sound as casual as possible but inside her stomach was fluttering both through nervousness and a sudden desire to kiss this eastern delicacy hard on her succulent glistening lips.
"Well if you could give me a few details I will try to answer all your questions. Lets start with your name, mine is Anya by the way."
