I came home after my bar examination preparation class, expecting a steak and potato dinner with an ice cream sundae for desert. Instead, there was frozen pizza. This was unacceptable.
By now Karen's submission seemed second nature to her. The meals were always on time, the sex was satisfying. Karen would meet me at the door, sometimes naked, sometimes in bra and panties. The kisses were warm, wet and open. If I grabbed her tits, squeezing and pinching, her moans were loud and she would ask for more. The only serious error she made was during our swinging session with Mary and Joseph. When Mary was riding me like a cowgirl on the best bronco ever and Karen was singing from the mouth music I was playing on her cunt, Mary reached out to pet Karen's tits. Karen met this friendly pleasure sharing by saying "no, don't touch me like that" and pushing Mary's hand away. I was too busy to say something then, though I did mention her misbehavior as we left Mary's room. Now this second act of resistance to submission. It was time to act.
I finished the cardboard pizza and said, "Get you purse and keys. We are going shopping."
"For what?"
"Did I ask for any questions? Of course not. Get the purse and keys, now."
We went to her car and I told her to drive downtown and find a place to park near E.9th and Euclid. We drove in silence until I asked, "Have you ever used a vibrator?"
"No, never."
"Have you ever been in an adult book store?"
Her voice was shaky now, " No. Are we going there now?"
"Yes we are. The shop has four sections; magazines, films and videos, peep shows in the back and sex toys. You will be buying your first vibrators. You will do all the talking to the clerk. You will tell him that your pussy needs a large vibrator and ask him to show you some. Let's see what he has and you will buy everything I tell you to buy. Is this clear?"
"Yes. How do you know so much about the store?"
"How do you think I got all the ideas for advanced sex acts? I learned from porn magazines and movies. Judging by your reactions, I got a M. S. degree, a Masters of Sex."
We entered the store and Karen was trembling. She went up to the counter and looked at all the product on the racks and in the locked case. "Can I help you, honey." said the old guy running the store.
Karen mumbled, "Yeah, I'd like to buy a vibrator."
"I didn't understand you. Please speak up so we can hear you."