Womanhood for Jenny Chapter 3

Showering off the spatters, and redressing, jenny went down to the dungeon for the ordered plug. Opening the drawer containing Master's extensive collection, jenny ran her fingers over the smooth contours. Holding the number one plug in one hand and the monster number eight in the other, she marveled at the difference, and wondered if Master really meant to train her to take the giant one on demand.

"Oh well," she said aloud, "a woman takes whatever size cock, dildo, or plug her man wants to use in her pussy."

Dropping to her knees, she lifted her skirt and sucked the plug wet before reaching between her legs to insert it. Its relative small size went in easily. Scoured by the hot water, sore tissue was what hurt rather than any muscle stretching.

Walking back upstairs, jenny realized that wearing the plug all day rather than just a couple of hours for a session, was going to guarantee one sore cunt by bedtime.

The large enema required several more followup trips to the bathroom. Each successive removal and insertion of the plug hurt worse. At last, with empty guts and a very sore hole, jenny was confident enough to make herself a fresh pot of coffee and phone her friend Barbara about beginning the exercise class. Eager to hear all the details of the Caribbean trip, and see jenny's boob-job, Barbara suggested lunch just down the street from the fitness center.

An hour later, having hurried through her housework, jenny walked into the small eatery. With a grimace, she slid into the booth facing Barbara.

"Wow! You look great, girl! Those are NICE boobs. Are you still hurting? I noticed you made a face when you sat down. Still getting used to those knockers bouncing around? What size are they anyway?" Barb rattled away.

Drawing her head down to semi conceal her delight, jenny giggled, "Oh Babs, I just love my new boobies. That man is so wonderful to have gotten me the surgery. No pain after the first couple of days down there. Now it's mostly just from the muscles being stretched, not the incisions. No, I'm not used to having them hanging and bouncing out there. I still bang them into things."