Monday, February 23, 2015

Prophettown: the most taboo place on earth (sister-wives, watersports and diapers)

My next book--the fantasy-novel about submissives making powerful magic in their passion--should be out on Friday. In the meantime, here's something from the EXPLORATIONS Omnibus that should get your taboo juices flowing, so that you're ready for Taboo Tuesday tomorrow.

In what came to be called the Jurushine Reform--that is, the customs Barbara introduced of bathroom discipline--there was the possibility of exciting power-shifts in Prophettown family-dynamics, Barbara had realized after seeing the excitement it had brought to more than one family: junior-wives who really could learn to enjoy bathroom-sessions, or who could play enjoyment convincingly, could turn the tables and become the mistress of the bathroom by rousing their husbands to the possibility of forcing the senior into her own bathroom-training. For that reason, Barbara counseled senior-wives whose households were undertaking the Jurushine discipline either to use it sparingly or to accustom themselves to it, as Barbara herself had. The one time Martha had petulantly demanded that Chuck piss on Barbara, too, when on one occasion Barbara had come home late, Barbara had gone straight to the bathroom and donned a diaper, then knelt and waited for Chuck. When he had arrived, she had said, "Is this what Martha wants? To see her senior-wife disgraced? Is this what you want, Chuck?" Martha had received a family whipping for her trouble, and Barbara had escaped even a spanking for her lateness.

After "Water Time," once the junior-wife was in her clean diaper, the continence-session could begin, and the shape of it was simple and elegant. She must wet that clean diaper in the presence of her husband and her senior-wife. Barbara also recommended that she be gagged with her own panties, so that when the time came for her to wet her diaper she would have to attract her husband's and senior's attention by childish tugs at the arm and gestures pointing at her diapered bottom; Barbara instructed the husband and senior to pretend not to understand, to increase the effectiveness of the lesson, and above all not to allow the junior to wet her diaper just when she wanted, but to make her wait, as a help to her in realizing the pleasure she could have in her submissive need to display her body as the property of her husband. Too, she advised that the girl be led back to the bathroom, and made to look at the toilet while she wet herself, while husband or senior caressed her through the diaper as she peed.

Then, the girl with the wet diaper was made to do one or more household chores, still wearing the wet diaper. Vacuuming was a favorite choice, since it made the girl move around publicly clad only in the diaper. Finally, after an hour or so, usually, she was allowed to go back to the bathroom and clean herself up, though it was rare that her husband did not claim the privilege of watching her at this task, and then of putting her over the trestle for another stern lesson with cock or paddle or both. For purposes of especially severe discipline, Barbara recommended a caning or a whipping at this point, as the girl was generally well disposed to receive chastisement submissively and attractively then. On less severe occasions, she was of the opinion that a night in the senior-wife's bed could be salutary after a continence lesson, as juniors tended to be very eager to please their seniors and could often be taught new ways of pleasuring them, or at least seduced into kissing puss for hours on end.

Thus it was that after Susan's first water time and continence lesson, she was brought into Barbara's bed, alongside Martha, for the first time. "Susan," said Barbara, as she wiped away the eighteen-year-old's tears of shame, and discomfort at the six cane-welts across her bottom, "tonight you're going to learn how to please me, and after that we're going to be good friends and sister-wives, I promise."

"Really?" asked Susan.

"Mmm-hmm," said Barbara, nodding. She cuddled Susan, careful not to try to force her along too quickly, but also letting her big nipples rub up against Susan's little ones. Those little breasts were irresistible. Susan had been allowed to change into a simple, girlish white cotton nightgown, and Barbara and Martha were in their silk teddies.

"It's going to seem strange, at first," said Martha. "No one but a senior-wife is allowed to tell you about what a junior does to please her seniors, so I know you've never dreamed of this." She looked at Barbara. "Barbara, do you remember how you taught me?"

"Of course," said Barbara. "Would you like to do that for Susan, now?"

In response, Martha, to Susan's astonishment, began to move down the bed. At the same time, Barbara reached down and drew up the hem of Susan's nightgown. Susan tried to struggle, but Barbara held her firmly in place with one hand around her shoulders, and the other, with surprising strength, imprisoning both wrists.

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