Olivia Ch. 02

When I regained my sight and worldly awareness, I rose, picked up my shag dress and went home. I was not the least bit surprised when I opened the door to our apartment to see both granny and my mother sitting at the kitchen table awaiting my return. Neither one of us spoke a word. Granny rose and got a wet towel and began cleaning my legs. When I looked own at my legs, I was startled to see two streams of dried, white lava that had coursed down my legs. As soon as I was clean of old man Chenowith's jism once more, granny spoke to me.

"You have made your first visit to Mr. Chenowith's room. Did you like what was done to you this night?"

"Yes, I did. "

"Are you willing to return to his room?"

I had to think that one over for a few minutes and then, suddenly, I knew that I not only would I return to old man Chenowith's dungeon, but that I wanted to go back in the worst way.

"Yes, I am."

Mom and granny rose in preparation of going to bed.

"Can I ask you a question?"

They both sat back down and, in unison, nodded their heads.

"Why are so many of the women who live here so adamant that they won't let him put his thing in their pussies?"

Granny gave me her answer.

"Olivia, every girl or woman has a pussy between their legs and a lot of them wish they didn't! So, they try to avoid any reference to their pussy and its' uses by directing their lives in other ways. Some become teachers, others become secretaries, and yet others become business women -- all for the purpose of ignoring and denying that hole between their legs and what it is used for. The women in this family are different -- decidedly different. Instead of just having a pussy between our legs, we are pussies! Our whole body eats, breathes and lives the life of a pussy! And, just as we are pussies, old man Chenowith is a prick! We are lucky to have found him for, just as there are not a large number of pusses in this sex-starved world, there are, also, not many true pricks! That is what drives these females crazy. For all the gripping they do, not one of them could go without the sessions in the old man's dungeon. Men recognize pussies and women recognize pricks! Some day this will all make sense to you."

With that, we all went to bed. And, to this day, nothing has ever been said about that night or any of the other nights that I spent with old man Chenowith! We all accepted that I had become a woman that night.

The classification of me as a cunt by the old woman in the shop began to make sense

Slowly, my mind drifted back to this day and I began to realize that I was an adult female and I was in my bed and in my bedroom and trying to get to sleep. The Ben Wa balls had been removed from my cunt, but something else was in me! Suddenly, I knew that I was being shagged! I looked down in the direction of my cunt and, lo and behold, my hair brush had somehow migrated from the dresser where it normally reclined to a point where its' handle was so deeply into my cunt that it was no longer visible! I was totally unable to remove it from my cunt so I slept with it buried inside of me for all of that night! Somehow, it seemed to be the perfectly proper thing to do.

The next morning, after I installed those balls, I had to admit that they gave me a slow gentle boost of sexual arousal. I was looking forward to a lazy day of sitting at my desk and checking out what these balls could do for me. As I walked into our office, I was met with an unexpected scene. With the exception of Ava, the office was empty!

"Where is everybody?"

"Well, if you hadn't left early yesterday, you would have been here when the news came down from on high!"

"Okay, Ava -- so I took an hour off to go shopping. In all our years together, how many times have you seen me do that? Now enough of this nonsense, Where are all the others?"

"The company is about to undergo an inspection by the government and all of our girls have been parceled out to other departments except for me. Kayla is in Finance. Rosa is in Legal. And Sierra is in Personnel. Don't bother sitting down because you are going to Contracts."

I thought to myself, "There goes your lazy Day in the office."

For the next two or three weeks, I typed contracts and, when some high blown idiot would make minor changes in them, I would type them again. It didn't take very long for this to begin wearing me down. I did have one thing going for me. I was so ever lastingly glad that the old woman at La Femelle Erotik had seen fit to give me those Ben Wa Balls. They did result in orgasms, albeit, orgasms that had very gentle onsets so I was able to corral my inner feelings and not suddenly shout out as an orgasm hit me. Those balls were about the only things that kept me going. And then, just as suddenly as it had begun, the inspection was over!