The next morning, before I left for Wilma's, Thelma made me stop, load that infernal grease gun and then squirt oodles of grease up into my ass. Once more I wasn't certain that she knew what she was doing, but I had no basis for an objection.
As I approached the door of Wilma's Seamstress Shop, I couldn't help but be reminded of Thelma's closing remark as I left this morning. She had warned me that Wilma liked pain both for herself and for others. Still, after having said this, she did not try and stop me from going to see this woman. I glanced through the glass section of the door and I could not see anyone. Since Jesse had, in effect, made this appointment for me, I was sure that Wilma must be in the shop. I placed one hand upon the door and gave it a shove. It swung open easily.
As soon as I stepped inside, I felt the same subliminal pressure that I had experienced the day before at Jesse's. That worried me for I had seen the kind of influence Jesse was capable of exerting on others.
The front portion of the shop was empty, but I felt a pull towards the back of the shop. This portion was separated from the rest by a beaded curtain and, as I pushed this aside and stepped inside, I saw Wilma. There was a small table directly in front of me, but my attention was drawn to the figure awaiting me. She was sitting on a very ornate chair that gave every sign of being intended to represent a throne. Her head was thrown back, her back was stiff and straight and her legs were splayed open to each side of the chair seat. I judged her to be at least as old as I. Her body was thin -- almost skinny - and her tits had the appearance of an old woman's tits. They hung nearly to her waist. In just the few days that I had been associated with Leverton, I had seen a rather large number of female genitals, but Wilma's genitals provided me with a unique view. There was no hair anywhere on her mound or down the sides of her crotch. This gave me an uninhibited view of her genital lips and a slight view of the pink opening between them. Her outer pussy lips were extraordinarily large and very reddish in color. They looked to be swollen and I wondered how it must feel for someone to touch them. I couldn't help but stare at this uninhibited display of her sexual charms. I waited for her to speak, but no form of greeting was forthcoming.
For several minutes, we stared at one another. I gradually became more and more nervous so I began looking at the room where we faced one another. Very large plumes made of brightly colored strands of hair festooned the walls. Obviously, these were the horse's tails that Thelma had spoken about. For the life of me, I couldn't figure out how they were meant to be worn and how they would ever be held in place. I exhausted all that the room had to offer in terms of interesting items and then, in something akin to desperation, I glanced down at the table directly in front of me. There was a jar that held some kind of grease-like substance and two of the meanest looking devices I had ever seen.
One of the devices was open so as to show the insides of these things. At the top of the device, there was an ornate ring and this was, in turn, attached to a screw apparatus. The second device presented a closed appearance so I immediately knew that these devices were constructed so that they could be opened more widely than their closed state. With the sides closed, the thing took on the approximate appearance of a pear. It was seven inches long and, at the widest part, a good three inches across. I stared at these two devices for the longest time as I wondered what their purpose was to be and how they were expected to affect me. All this while, Wilma had neither moved nor spoken.
I looked up at her and suddenly, her eyes captured mine and held them. It was much the same look that Jesse had given us the day before and I felt the onset of the same impulses that Jesse had transmitted to me. I knew that I was under the influence of this woman and all that I could do was to wait until I sensed what it was that she wanted of me. As I stood there, I felt something new and unexpected. I felt my pussy beginning to dampen. My sexual impulses were pushing me onward. A warm stream of pussy juice slowly worked its' way down the inside of my right leg. I hoped that this woman -- whatever she might be -- would not realize that I was as horny as I could possibly be.
Suddenly, I felt a massive desire to expose myself before this woman so I teasingly undid the buttons on my blouse. When the last button was undone and my blouse sagged open, I experienced a wild sexual sensation throughout my entire body. I pulled my shoulders back so that the jutting out of my tits would be even more emphasized than what their normal appearance provided. I shrugged my shoulders and my blouse fell off. I was smiling as I hooked my thumbs into the waist band of my kilt. It, too, soon joined my blouse on the floor at my feet. My sexual sense of urgency had reached a height that I had never known before and there was a frenzied hunger deep inside my belly that I had never known existed. I wondered if this alien woman was intent upon copulating with me and I was thunderstruck when I realized that I was hoping that this was her intent. I nearly said, 'Fuck me', but I held my silence.
Without a serious thought, I reached out and picked up the jar that held the grease-like substance. Idly, my hand selected one of those infamous devices and, again without thinking, I began smearing grease all over its' sides. The device was made of metal and it was warm to the touch. I had unconsciously picked up the device that was still in the closed state. After it was thoroughly greased, I stood there looking at Wilma with that thing in my hands. With a blinding flash, I suddenly knew what I was to do.
The realization of what she was telling me to do raced through my consciousness. "OH, GOD! Not that!"
But, Wilma's unspoken insistence pushed me ever deeper into a degrading situation. Slowly, I bent forward until my tits were touching the table. I craned my neck so as to maintain eye contact with Wilma and, as if they possessed a mind of their own, my hands moved behind me. One hand was still holding that greased device and, as if I were an automaton, I began rubbing the rounded head of the device up and down the crack between my buttocks! After four or five passes along my open ass trough, the round head of the device -- somehow -- caught in my puckered hole! I stared up at Wilma with a silent plea in my eyes, but she was merely watching as the program she was directing progressed. I added my second hand on the top of the device and, with both hands, gave it a very timid push! Nothing happened except that I felt a slight increase of the pressure on my puckered hole. Another look at Wilma's face and I knew that she was not to be satisfied with this half-hearted effort. So, I pushed on the device a little harder. I knew, rather than felt, that my hole was beginning to open. A little more pressure and a centimeter of the tip of the device may have slipped through my hole. With still more pressure, another centimeter slid into my opening. It was a very strange tableau. Wilma sat there flashing her naked pussy and ass at me and I stared back at her while all the while pushing that terrible device ever deeper into my body.
So, it became a series of, 'Push' and, 'add' so that yet another centimeter of device slid inside of me. I was squirming with the pain that this awful thing was creating in my gut and I felt certain that it was slowly but inexorably splitting me wide open.
Push and add! Push and add! Push and add! And, so it went until I was suddenly faced with an inescapable fact. I had pushed that lousy device completely into my ass! I could feel the small shield on the handle of the device that signified that it would go no further. I stopped pushing and, with a certain amount of self satisfaction, I looked up at Wilma. My belly immediately clenched at what I knew she was directing me to do.
