Sleeping on my belly in a satin pastel lace dolly, barely reaching the tops of my thighs, I felt a thick calloused hand roll up my ass cheek. Pulling my flesh apart, Tonnere pulled out the slim overnight butt plug - the one with the thin neck to allow my ass to get comfortable in the night so the day's stretch would feel that much more excruciating.
It was 5AM. I am often used to my husband's extreme morning wake up. I was usually lightly rifled awake by what he did to my body, but then dozed off to sleep until my 9AM. Currently, he was sliding the 13″ long veined pink dildo up my poor, soon-to-be dilapidated ass. With even circumference and no neck and no pants and no panties, I would struggle all day to make sure the 5 inch wide cock didn't slide out my ass. Tonnerre bit me once on my right ass cheek, deep and strong enough that a detective could identify his body off the teeth marks on my plump flesh.
After 6 years of marriage, I barely flinched. Buy hey, I wasn't named Charnu for not. With his left hand curled around right hip, he gently rolled me over. He made quick work in inserting the medium weight kegel, pushing it past through my dry opening. He liked causing some pain, testing my endurance, so no slick pussy & rough insertion it is. Lifting my clit up out of the way with his middle finger, I knew what came next I would not like. Overnight, the swelling and irritation went down somewhat only to be reignited the next day. With the tubing between his thumb and forefinger, the tubing was forcefully and firmly pushed past my external and internal sphincter until I felt the odd sensation of harsh plastic in my bladder. Quickly the balloon started filling. I know that during the day what I would feel as I walked and moved was the catheter rattling inside my battered urethra. With a broken sigh, I thought to myself, I guess we are moving back in to La Formation sooner, as I would definitely need to dawn skirts to accommodate the catheter.
Daddy finished by placing a sweet kiss on my clit. Well, he really finished by putting his knees on either side of my face. As is customary, with girls emptying their fathers, hubby put the tip of his dick in between my lips and proceeded to relieve himself. I swallowed each drop of his gifted piss. With a grunt of relief, he squeezed his foreskin over his glans, releasing the last golden drop. With a last swirl of his tongue over my wanton nipple, my husband was off into the night, and I was off into swirls of a freshly fucked slumbers.
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Four hours later, freshly waking up from my slumbers, I donned a thin satin robe (for the sake of Ciara) and headed downstairs to reach the garden to use the restroom. It was only then when I reached my spot in the garden, along the brick wall designated for my relief, as I squatted down I saw the end of the long catheter was a red rose flower. See, the flower was decorative to be looped through the button hole of jeans, allowing pants to be worn. The tubing was longer allowing it to be nestled between a woman's labia so the end could reach the button hole.
The common catheter for pants had a button at the end, so a woman could maintain her modesty and no one would be none the wiser. My honey gave me flowers because in a previous life, before I was given my La Formation name, my name meant jasmine flower. Sliding down the brick wall into a squatting position, sliding my thumb and fore finger along the tubing, I popped the cork and a torrent of pee watered the bed of grass below me.
Once finished, I slid the red rose back in place and hurried back upstairs. Well hurried as much as possible when trying not to let a two medium weight kegel balls slip out of your pussy, or a large uncomfortable organ rearranging plastic cock come out with a plop.
Once in my chambers, I slipped on a pair of skinny jeans, carefully slipping the catheter's rose through the button hole, I shimmied the pants up my thick thighs until they rested over my curvy hips - curvy enough that they had their own gravitational force to suck dick in. Leaving my half bonnet resting on the vanity, or should I say rectal health table, I let my brunette loose curls flow down my shoulder, but I made sure to spray my scalp with cooling peppermint. All that ripping my ass and snapping my back by the hair sure left a woman's scalp looking as red as her ass.
The effort to keep the rolling kegel balls in helped with pants, but my ass was in for a workout. Flitting to the kitchen to make breakfast, I encountered Ciara already at the kitchen counter.
Why the shy look of innocence, and a nervous look causing her eyes to downturn and her brows to come together, "Hey, I couldn't sleep well. So once it hit 7, I just decided to come down."
Wise girl, she had just missed husband's departure. I had worried something similar to this would happen - nervousness so extreme it would consumer her entirety. I figured we may have to go the good "doctor" to get her a Valium prescription.
"Oh Sweety, I am so sorry. What would you like me to make you for breakfast?" as I grabbed her cheeks and gave her a juicy peck on the nose. Hey, the kid had to get use to close contact, considering how much internal contact her future held. Screaming, crying pain blurred into pleasure was going down in the next coming months.
"After we enroll you in the high school, we can go to the mall if you'd like," I commented as I prepared breakfast.
After a girl bonding moment of her innocently shopping the mall, and me prairre doggin the 13 inch cock in and out my puffy sore anus, Ciara's edginess returned.
I pulled over, "Sweetie what's on your mind?" as I uncomfortably maneuvered in my seat around the thick fake cock buried in my ass.
"I guess my worries stem from what tomorrow will bring, but I don't know if telling me is going to make it better, or cause me to dread it even more."
With a brief nod I began, "Tomorrow will be your first day nude at home. So from the moment you walk in the house, you will disrobe, leaving you clothes folded on the cubbie near the door. When Tonnerre comes home, he will look you directly at your eyes; his gaze will not wonder to your ample bosom or to your pouty pussy. He will not grab or treat you any definitely than the the past two days. I will be in traditional clothing tomorrow, but you are free to wear what you please. No training tomorrow, unless you'd like to learn where the golden water that comes out your front hole goes."
I could see Ciara taking some shaky breaths. Of course, what I had just said was as easy and uncomplicated as a popsicle, but for the neophyte's untrained ass which has yet to taste silicone, my words were traumatizing.
