Part 7: Kegel training.
June begins walking toward her apartment. It's too late for buses, but she would never get on a bus looking like this. The streets were mostly empty. One man walked out of a bar, giving a wolf whistle, and asked what her rush was.
That caused her to gush again, soaking her legs even more. By the time she got to her front door, she was physically dripping on the pavement.
June went in, fell on the bed, and crashed.
June woke up early and rolled over, feeling her skin stick to her sheets. Stumbling out of bed, she moves slowly to the bathroom to draw a tub of water.
Looking at herself in the mirror, she saw the dried flakiness of cum on her cunt mound. Reaching down, touching her cunt lips, she felt them pasted together with the dried sperm of her sexual couplings the night before.
I'm a mess, she thought. A slut, Cumbucket.
Stepping into the tub, she sank into its warmth, relaxing in the soothing bath oils.
After fifteen minutes in the tub, she felt great. Reaching for her razor, she deftly removed all traces of stubble on her twat.
Getting out of the tub, she dried off and got dressed for work.
She still misses wearing her underwear but knows she can only wear it during her periods.
Today she is dressing in a blouse that fits so perfectly that she doesn't need a bra. She will wear a light sweater vest to feel more comfortable.
She left her apartment and walked to the library, stopping for her morning latte.
Later, Jane arrived for her shift.
June greeted Jane with a casual hello, and then, after settling in for her shift, June started questioning Jane about her involvement with the Fantasy Factory, and Sue.
Jane admitted that she had been with Sue for seven years. She started while attending college. She was dancing and serving drinks at a lesbian club.
Jane's husband doesn't know her secret life of working at the Fantasy Factory.
She has made good money over the years, and she doesn't have to do any work she doesn't like.
June asked Jane, "How long have you been aware of my involvement?"
Jane replied, "Since shortly after you started here." I would be her eyes and ears, in addition to the hidden cameras that she uses.
Jane continued, "You are not her first subject." You are, however, very unique in that you are sexually triggered by shame, fear of exposure, demeaning language, and treatment.
Jane asked June about her night. June told her everything, including the diamond studs in Sue's cunt lips; getting fucked by two men; blowing them; and walking ten blocks to her apartment with their sperm running down her legs.
Jane looked at June and asked, "Do you get off on being treated like that?"
June said, "Yes, I do not know why, but it causes me excitement and shame, which always triggers an orgasm."
June excused herself to go to the restroom. Jane giggled, "Yeah, time to take the itch in your hot cunt." You're such a slut.
June felt the heat of shame as her twat twitched in a minor climax.
After spending twenty minutes in the restroom rubbing her clit and freshening up, she returned to the front desk.
Jane smiled a knowing smile and told her that a gentleman had dropped off a bag for her.
June looked in the bag and saw the rubber cock from last night and a wireless vibrating egg. With instructions to insert and keep it in her cunt.
There was also a very short, light-colored fabric dress with instructions to wear it while taking a particularly long route to her stop.
Jane asked what was in there and June showed her.
Jane told June she had one which she had to wear for quite a while. They were challenging, requiring you to continue doing your job while being stimulated and developing kegel mussel strength to keep the fucking thing from falling out.
Just then, the egg came to life in a short burst of vibration. Jane said, "You better put it in now."
