The Wreckoning Chapter 7: April 1st

The 1st of April and Spring was in the air.  The snow had mostly thawed and people’s moods were brightening with the warmer weather.  I wish I could have shared their joy.  I walked around that day in a haze, barely able to manage to concentrate long enough to guide my classes.

I was exhausted and sore, my ass especially, from last night’s marathon session but it was more than that.  Something had changed in me since St Patrick’s Day.  The forced orgasm changed everything.  Weirdly I believed that I had somehow betrayed my husband in a more significant way by cumming for her, as if what I had done before that barely counted.  I was a broken woman.  I thought I could resist her.  I thought I could keep some part of me from her.  But that night she showed me just how futile my resistance had been.  In less than two months Robyn had brought me to heel with barely even trying.  I stopped fighting it and had orgasmed every session since.

From the outside my life was the same.  Work, home, work, home.  The invitations to do things had dried up as my friends were tired of hearing no for an answer.  That made it easier.  I talked to Dylan regularly, at least 5 times per week, and he could tell something was wrong but chalked it up to me missing him.  How I wished I had him here.  Even if he couldn’t save me from this at least he could hold me when it was over.

I get home that day and as I pull in I’m surprised to see not a package but a square envelope instead waiting for me on my welcome mat.  I feel the flutter of hope reignite in my cold gray heart.  Maybe it was over!  Maybe she’d brought me low enough that her mission was accomplished.  I bring it into the house, open it, and read the paper inside.

“April Fool.  Package is on the back step.”

I let out a humorless laugh and mutter under my breath.  “Ya got me Robyn.”

9 pm and I am waiting on my bed with the parcel beside me just like last month.  I make the call and it is soon answered.

“Hey Missy.”

“Hey Robyn.  Good prank.”

“Ha!  Not really but thank you.”

I begin to open the package without being asked.  She watches me with piqued interest.

I set the schedule aside without looking for the time being.  The box was filled to the brim this month leaving no room for the packing paper.  The contents were: a body wax kit, a heavy duty looking Hitachi Wand, a medium sized butt plug, and a new dildo.  D3 was silicone, like the first dildo, but way larger.  It had to be 8 inches long with a prodigious girth I couldn’t even get my fingers around.  It was a deep mahogany brown and exquisitely detailed with veins and everything.  I suspected it was one of those toys made from a porn star’s mold.  I couldn’t be sure as it had been too long but I believed the fake cock even had Luis beat.

“Why so big?”  I ask.

“Don’t worry, you’ll love it.”  She then chuckles.  “I saw you on the tape with Luis.  I know you can handle it.”

I simply nod. “The wax?”

“Yeah, starting tomorrow I want that pussy bald for the rest of the year.”

Again I nod, my shoulders slump and my head bows.  There was no point in talking about it.  My role was to obey.

There is a moment of quiet and then.  “Hey, are you okay Missy?”

I shake my head.  “No, of course I’m not.  I just want this to end Robyn.”

Another long silent moment.  “I know.  Back in high school I wanted it to end so many times.  I almost made it end too.  It’s terrible having another person humiliate you and there’s nothing you can do to stop them.  I understand, I really do.  You truly can’t know what you did to me.”

I look up at the camera and beseech her.  “I’m sorry for what I did.  I never meant to hurt you, not really.”

She raises a hand to stop me there.  “Missy, baby, look me in the eyes.”  I scooch closer to the screen and stare at the brown eyes looking back at me.  “This is happening, okay?”

I wipe a tear from my eye and nod.  “Okay.”

“We just stick to the schedule and we get through this year.  I promise you when it is over it is over.  We will be level.  I realize you can’t understand but…I have to do this.  I’ve been planning this a long time and I’m not about to go soft now.  The ledger must be balanced between you and I.”  She leans in very close to her camera and speaks with genuine compassion.  “You’re doing so good thus far.  Far better than I expected.  Come on Missy, we can do this.”

I swallow, I sniffle, and I nod.  “Okay.  I’m sorry.  I’m emotional today.”

She smiles.  “Don’t be sorry.  I get it.”  She leans back in her chair again.  “Hey, did you look at the schedule?”

I look over to it and pick it up.  Unfolding it I scan the month.  There were some interesting differences this month but the first thing that leaps out at me was the Fridays.  Not only were they only one session they were scheduled an hour earlier.  It would mean I would have to hurry home from work but it also meant I had the rest of the night free!

“Fridays!”  I peep, not believing my eyes.

“I told you if you were a good girl…”

“Oh thank you!”  I hop up and down on the bed.  “Thank you, thank you, thank you!”

She laughs.  “Hey, we got a quick one today.  Or at least I think it will be.  Shall we get started?”

“Yeah.  Sure.”  I say in a much better mood.  I look at the calendar entry for the 1st.  W-O.  “W, O?”  I ask.

She waits while I figure it out.

I look to package.  “W…wand.  W is wand. And O…”  The light goes off.  “Ah!  Gotcha. Wand until orgasm.”

“That’s my clever girl.”

“I just have to climax?”

“That’s it. Won’t be hard with that baby, trust me.”

“No dildos or plugs or fingers?”

“Not tonight.”

“Hmm.”  I smile.  I pull the wand vibrator out from the box.

“I got you the corded one.  They’re more powerful.  The cord is long so you should have an outlet close enough.”

“I do.”  I tell her.  I move around to plug the toy in at the outlet behind my nightstand.  Crawling back up onto the bed I pick up the big white instrument and click it onto its lowest setting.  A deep powerful hummmmm fills the air and numbs my hand.  This made my little battery powered vibrator seem pathetic in comparison, like comparing a 747 to a crop duster.  This was a serious piece of hardware.  “Oh wow!”

“I know, right?”

I lay on my side facing the computer.  With trepidation I slowly bring the big vibrating softball sized head of it down between my legs.  I spread my thighs and press it against my crotch centered on the clit.  Tingles immediately dance up and down my body.

“Oh wow!  Ohhh wow!”

Allowing my legs to relax I hug the humming toy with my inner thighs and press it in just a bit harder.  The tingles magnify tenfold causing my eyes to roll back in my head. It was incredible!  The hum drills deep into my body overwhelming my clit with a whole new kind of euphoria.

“Ohhhhhh!”  I moan happily as my groin slowly thrusts to grind against the wand all on its own.

BRRMMMMM.

My sexual energies build at a rapid steady pace and it couldn’t have been 5 minutes later before my bliss comes.

“Ohhhh yessssss!”  My slender frame shakes as my mind and spirit burst bright with carnal release.  “Ohhhhhh god yessss!  Uhhhh!”

When it was all over I turn it off and pull the wand from between my legs, the smooth white head of it now shiny and wet.  I force my eyes to focus and look to the screen.  I say again through a drunken smile.  “Wow!”

“I’m glad you like it.”  She says.  “Thank you.  See you tomorrow.”  The screen goes dark.

I stare at the blank screen and whisper back.  “Thank you.  See you tomorrow.”