The next day after they got up and had a quiet breakfast. As they were sitting Meeta walked over to the 'sex box' and looked.
"What else is here?"
The box had her curiosity and she was also fearful of what other surprises it had.
"Let me show you."
Dinesh started pulling stuff out. The first thing looked like a panty and he held it out.
"This is a butterfly panty. I think you should wear this after you shower today."
Meeta nodded.
"What does it do?"
"You will find out."
Then he took out a large and thick paddle.
"This is if you are really bad."
Meeta was horrified at the sight. It has thick and wide. She felt his bum twitch at the sight of that. And there was more.
Dinesh took out a cock like vibrator and showed it to her. It had couple of buttons and he pressed one of them. It started shaking and making noises.
"This is like the one you used yesterday but can give you different pleasures."
"It can also fuck you well"
He pushed it against her groin and laughed. The box was empty except for one thing. It was a small thing made of glass that looked like doorknob.
"What is that?" Meeta had no idea.
"This is for the last of your holes."
Meeta look puzzled.
"What do you mean?"
"There is one more hole in your body we have not yet played with and this will help with that."
The penny still did not drop for Meeta. She was thinking but was not sure.
"You mean this?" She pointed to his pussy.
"That is your pussy. Didn't I already teach you that?"
Meeta smiled. Her mind still searching for the third hole.
"Lower your pyjamas." Dinesh asked her.
Meeta looked at him. She saw he was serious and lowered her PJs. As she was lowering, it struck her. The remaining hole was the one in her behind. This struck fear in her. She had never imagined that.
"Are you serious? That thing is for my..." She could not say it but tried to point to her ass.
"Yes. It's for your asshole." Dinesh helped her.
"That is horrible. I can't do that."
"Don't worry. I will ease you into it and you can do that."
"Do other couples do this?"
"Some do. Can't say all of them do. But I would like to try it."
"It will hurt."
"Not if we do it right."
"I'm not so sure."
"Let me guide you on this. We can try it out later today. Just trust me."
Meeta was still appalled at this. But she knew that Dinesh was going to make her do it one way or other. She tried to reason out.
"Not tonight. Maybe some other day."
"Hmm...Let's see. I will decide when your holes are filled." As he said that, Dinesh rubbed her ass and slipped his fingers on her crack and tickled her.
"Let's get showered and we can have some fun." Dinesh got up. Meeta pulled her PJs and trotted back to the bedroom wondering what the fun would be.
Meeta showered and came out. Dinesh was already dressed up is jeans and a nice looking shirt.
"Wear the skirt I bought you. The black one."
That skirt was one of the shortest ones she had. She had worn it only once before.
"And the top?"
"Pick one." Dinesh was not too concerned about the top.
"I will be in the living room."
Dinesh got up and went. He had been planning moving up a level with the sex play. He sensed that Meeta was not comfortable but the last several weeks had made her more accepting of his requests. The areas where she was not he was comfortable coaxing her or forcing her.
Meeta came to the room, dressed, as requested.
"You are looking great." Dinesh got up and gave her a kiss and hug.
"Now, let's see." He had the butterfly panty in his hand.
He shifted her skirt up and and bunched in around her hips. He then tugged her panties down to her ankles.
"Step out of them." He tapped her thighs.
She did.
He then slipped her the new panties and adjusted them around her hips. Meeta shifted uneasily. The panties felt weird and there was something rubbery in front of her pussy. She was not sure what that was for. She knew that Dinesh was upto something evil with this game.
"That looks good. Not sure if you need another panties over it. Maybe you do." Dinesh was talking to himself. He decided it was best to have another set of underwear. So he pulled her original kickers on top. They looked at little bunched.
"See if this is comfortable. You can remove the other one if it is not."
Meeta was uncomfortable.
"Why the other one? What does the butterfly one do?"
Part of Dinesh wanted to hide that fact till the moment but he felt that was not fair and may have some unwanted surprises.
"Let me demonstrate."
"Give me a nice walk like a fashion girl."
"You mean here."
"Yes, start from that door to here."
Meeta did as told and swayed her hips in a mock fashion walk. Nothing happened at the end of the first walk.
"One more." Dinesh gestured as he fumbled in his pocket. Half way through the next, Meeta felt an incredible sensation in her pussy. That panty started vibrating similar to the toy Dinesh used yesterday. The one she had love-hate relationship with. Her knees almost gave up and she stumbled.
"Oh..." She realized that Dinesh had the remote control for it.
Dinesh stopped it. Meeta seemed to relax. Dinesh switched it on again.
"Ohh..." She squirmed again.
"Now I get to control your pleasure." Dinesh laughed. He turned it off again.
"I can't wear this outside." It was clear to her that Dinesh had too much control with that device. She could not even imagine how it would be in public.
"You will. That is part of the fun."
"Please don't make me wear that."
"That is not up for debate. Do you want to wear your normal panties over it?"
"Please. This will be embarrassing in public."
"No it won't. I will be nice as long as you are nice."
"But..."
"No but. Do as you are told."
Dinesh was getting impatient.
Meeta stood there in her predicament. She knew that Dinesh was not in a mood for any discussions and was likely to have his way. The question for her was whether she could negotiate something without making him angry. Her skirt was still bunched up.
"Come on. Decide and straighten up."
Meeta looked him without saying anything, almost pleading with her eyes.
"Do you want a spanking to clear your mind?" Dinesh looked straight into her eyes.
Meeta quickly pulled her panties up and fixed her skirt.
"Good."
As they were walking towards the car, Dinesh turned it on again. Meeta shuddered. The device was giving her immense pleasure but the public nature of it was creating a different kind of emotion; fear. She managed to walk straight. Dinesh turned it off.
"Just making sure you are getting used to it."
"Will you turn it on in front of people?"
"I might but I will be careful. We will play some games and decide when you to turn it on."
Meeta was not sure what that meant. They got into the car and drove. They reached a big looking building similar to the mall Meeta had shopped many times. As they entered, Meeta saw lots of game rooms, pool tables, air hockey, video games etc. For the next 30 minutes they had fun playing different things. Meeta liked it very much and really got into it. She particulatly liked the one where she had to roll a ball into one of the holes for different points. After some normal stuff, Dinesh decided to start his own set of games.
"So here's the game. You get 5 shots with the ball and you need to score 200."
The max possible was 500 and so 200 was possible but not easy at the same time time.
"OK." Meeta agreed.
She quickly rolled a few and hit 200 in 3 tries. She was pleased.
"Done!!"
"One more time, but this time if you miss 200, I get to turn on the butterfly for 20 seconds."
This upped the ante as it made Meeta nervous. She failed miserably scoring only 20 in 5 tries. True to his word, Dinesh turned on the butterfly. Waves of pleasure hit Meeta's pussy but the fear of being in a public place also made her look around while trying to hide the torment. Dinesh stopped after 20 seconds and Meeta breathed a sigh of relief.
"Let's do it again."
Meeta reluctantly started it. This time, however, Dinesh turned on the butterfly as she was about to roll her 3 ball.
"Eeee..." Meeta exclaimed as she was not anticipating this. She also tried to twist her hips. Dinesh laughed at her predicament.
"You are not supposed to do that."
"You mean this." Dinesh turned it on again.
Meeta nervously looked around to see if anyone was paying attention to this. The constant stimulation was making her aroused but embarrassment of it happening in the public place was equally overwhelming.
"Please stop..."
"Are you getting aroused? Or are you just afraid?"
"People might see."
"See what?"
"This."