Miss Edie’s Visit Continues
“What do you mean ‘prepared’?” Harriet queries.
“Sort of prepared,” Leona corrects.
“Well, I got on the internet... read some stuff... leading Roberta and masturbating him... her... got me thinking. Then I ordered some stuff... and now you know... I need to learn how to use it. Can’t come across as some clumsy dufus in... ah... taking control of things. Next date I’m talking about.”
“Excuse me, Edie. Roberta,” Miss Leona calls out in interrupting. “Time for your breakfast... while we’re talking. Fry up two eggs for yourself... and eat,” Leona’s tone firm and direct.
“So you have a date,” Harriet encouraging the girl to finish.
“Not yet. There was this guy... a year behind in high school. He was the manager of our softball team... which means he was in charge of refreshments and making sure our uniforms were clean and our equipment was ready... not really managing us. Well he used to look at me. At the time I ignored the wimp... particularly after one of the girls claimed he was sniffing her sweaty socks and underwear. Kind of cute... but... well a wimp. No athletic skills. I think half the team could have beat him up in a fight.”
Roberta distracts, moving about, bells chiming, with a dish of two eggs... fried sunny side up. She is chagrined to stoop, all eyes watching, and let the fare slide into her dog bowl, joining the half eaten bacon and a crust of toast earlier tossed by Miss Harriet.
Edie watched attentively but returns to her story.
“So I decided to take the guy on a date. The jocks that I was with in high school... well... like I said guys think with their dicks. Get off then say goodnight. You know.”
“You’re going to ask him?”
Edie smiles devilishly.
“No I’m going to tell him. He for sure was sniffing my stuff too. And he’s now in college, I don’t think he’d want that known.”
Leona and Harriet look at each other, wordlessly agreeing that the girl Edie is a good fit for the new Benchmark Oil matriarchy.
There comes a pause as Roberta lowers to all fours, face pressed to the dog bowl, sloppily masticating loose eggs with tidbits of bacon difficult to scoop up with lips and tongue. And of course the degrading scene is magnified as he assumes the demanded pose, knees and thighs well parted, elongated sac dangling at the end of the chain , testicle bells ringing with her motion.
“Wow... he... she eats like a dog!” Edie exclaims.
“It’s best for her esteem, Edie, keeps things in line.”
“And what’s that red rubber between her cheeks?” Edie must ask in curiosity. “And she’s all... like greasy.”
“It’s an anal plug. Roberta won’t admit it but it makes her feel... filled. And as a practical matter it keeps her... ah... prepared. And she has come to enjoy feeling slippery there. She lubricates herself. Rather telling... like she’s inviting... ah... attention.”
Leona hesitates in her explanation. Are Roberta’s prospective duties in the pink tent to be explained to a girl barely out of school?
“Good for her prostate,” Leona deciding to go no further.
“Yes, I read about that... with the chastity thing,” Edie’s research apparent.
“So there will be a date. And you bought some things,” Leona redirecting the conversation.
“Oh yes. Expensive. Hope you don’t mind I had it shipped to the office. Parents...”
“Of course not, Edie. Why don’t you just show us.”
Edie takes a bite of her muffin. As she stands from her chair to retrieve her bag, fingers go to her mouth, tongue and lips pushing out a mushy wad of chewed muffin, dropping it in Roberta’s bowl.
“I saw that it’s the last one. I’ll share it with you, Roberta.”
Both Harriet and Leona smile. Though the offering is disgusting, both women know Roberta will obediently partake. The girl will definitely advance rapidly at Benchmark Oil.
The bag is dragged to the kitchen table. Edie begins extracting items and implements.
I know I’m imposing... but... well... I can’t be fumbling on my first date. Even in impressing a wimp.
Both Leona and Harriet stifle girlish giggling as onto the kitchen table come cuffs, a collar, leash, riding crop, tethers, clamps.
“No chastity device?’ Leona humorously inquires.
“The cheap ones appear too fragile. And the serious ones... well... I can’t afford.”
“We ‘ll order one for you, Edie. Think of it as an employee benefit.”
“But I do have this,” Edie enthusiastically placing conjoined strips of wood on the table. “The other stuff I can sort of wing it. But this... well... guess I’ll need practice.”
“It’s a humbler, Edie,” Leona gushes.
“I know. Hand made... some guy sells them on Ebay. But I have no balls to practice on.”
With her plaintive explanation, Edie looks down to where Roberta’s ringed and prodigious gonads swing about between parted thighs. Leona follows her gaze, now outright cackling.
“It would be best to unlock her first. The penis cage may interfere,” implicitly concurring with Edie’s quest.
“I brought the key.”
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