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Delta Lambda Gamma: Chapter 13
🕑 Added 2022-10-19 15:42:52 +0000 UTCAs per reader request, Chun and Ginger have a spicy time at the sex shop!
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The store’s exterior had been almost as embarrassing as its contents. Ginger was sure Chun had picked the least discreet store in town. The building was painted purple, and its sign featured a pair of lips as well as a pair of handcuffs. It wasn’t the kind of place a girl like Ginger went to, yet she there she was, browsing the merchandise as if she was as loose as Camila.
They’d been just as shamelessly greeted by the woman behind the counter. “Welcome to Wink!” She’d called out, gleefully, like every item in the store wasn’t shameful in some way. The shopkeeper’s greeting had been followed by an offer to help Ginger and Chun find something. Thank God Chun told her we’re just browsing.
Not that Chun was sparing Ginger any other humiliations. The first place Chun went was a rack full of dildos and vibrators. Ginger had never imagined such variation in something to put inside oneself. Many of them were mercifully plain, just rounded cylinders in a variety of colors. Like the wand I use when I’m touching myself.
Already blushing to be reminded of her dirtiest habit, Ginger’s face flamed when Chun stopped her in front of a display of more realistic toys. Most of them were a lot bigger than Ginger’s toy wand and they were all lewdly shaped. Some of them were grotesquely veiny.
“What’s the biggest one you think you could take?” Chun asked. She wasn’t whispering, but she had her voice low, at least.
Dumbstruck by the question, Ginger watched Chun pick up a display model. It was so big Chun’s fingers didn’t meet around it. There mere thought of that monster coming anywhere near Ginger’s slit made her wince in sympathetic pain. Camila’s gross boyfriend wasn’t even that big, when I saw him at camp.
“That has to be a joke item. No way someone could – use that.” Ginger whispered.
“The ones at the other end are twice as big. I’m sure it would fit with some effort.” Chun waved the dildo around obscenely. “Wow, it’s got some heft.”
“No way, it’s twice the size of my – of – anyway it’s too big.”
“The size of your what?”
“Nothing, never mind.”
“If you don’t tell me – I’m going to buy this thing. I’ll show it to my twin, she’ll assume we’re using it, even if it turns out to be too big.”
“You wouldn’t buy it just for that – and I’ll tell Sui Yin we’re not using it.”
“Oh? Will you? You’ll walk up to her and start a conversation about the dildoes that you and I do and don’t use?”
Shame wrapped Ginger’s chest like a rubber band. Chun had her and she knew it. She should just give in to what her girlfriend wanted. After all, that’s how they were planning to play. The pressure on Ginger’s chest eased as soon as she made her decision to surrender.
“I have a toy wand. I got it for a birthday and it’s – the shape was kind of suggestive when I got older.”
“Wow, I did not expect that.” Chun looked delighted. “In that case, come see something I actually had my eye on.”
Their destination was the display of strap-ons. Ginger braced herself emotionally for disappointing her girlfriend. She’d seen them before, in pornography. They always show up in the lesbian stuff that’s actually for men. I get why guys would want a penis stand-in for their fantasies, but what’s the point for women?
“You see this one?” Chun picked up a box that showed a very simple cylindrical dildo on what looked like a belt. It didn’t have the harness setup that would allow someone to wear it over their crotch.
“It doesn’t look like it’d work.”
“It goes on the thigh.” Chun sat the box on her thigh, pointing up. “Would you like that, baby? Next time you ride my thigh, having something inside you?”
Ginger managed to stifle a guttural, horny noise by gasping. Stepping closer, Ginger put a hand on her girlfriend’s waist. “I’d like that. Would you?”
“Very much. I’d love to be on top of you, riding your leg. With my breasts bouncing for you to see.”
The dampness between Ginger’s legs was uncomfortable enough to make her squirm. A slick, exposed feeling under her skirt forcibly reminded her that she hadn’t chosen any part of her outfit. Chun had started the games before they’d left the sorority house.
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“What do you mean, get naked?” Ginger clasped her hands behind her back nervously. “I’m excited too, but I thought we had to catch the bus soon.”
“Oh, we’ll catch it.” Chun giggled. “We’re not going to have sex. I’m going to dress you.”
“Why?”
“You wanted to play with me controlling you, right? I’m going to pick what you wear. You can veto it if it’s too scandalous, but if you don’t – then we’ll go to the sex shop with you wearing what I want.”
Oh. That’s hot. Shivering with nervous energy, Ginger stripped out of the modest sweater, blouse, and jeans she’d been wearing.
“Panties too, baby. Take them off.”
“All my panties are basically the same.” Ginger obeyed anyway, pushing them down to her ankles. Excitement and mundanity clashed in the act of casually stripping in front of Chun.
“You’re not going to be wearing any panties. I’m putting you in a skirt, with nothing on underneath it.”
Caught by that statement in the act of stepping out of her underwear, Ginger froze. Chun took Ginger’s shoulders and stood her up. They stared at each other for a moment before Chun leaned in for a kiss. Their mouths met with a soft touch, the afterimage of which danced electric across Ginger’s lips.
“You’re my girl. I want easy access to you.”
Panicked, Ginger shook her head. “We can’t in public!”
“You’re right, and we won’t. But if I wanted to just reach up your skirt and touch you – I could. Nobody will know but us.”
Blood hammered in Ginger’s ears like thunder. She was too distracted to pay much attention to the rest of the outfit. Dimly, she registered one of her pretty bras, a sleeveless blouse, and a skirt. Her shortest skirt, of course.
Chun was right, it wasn’t something Ginger would have put together at all. It was a secret sign of her girlfriend’s control. When Chun gave her the chance to veto the outfit, Ginger dismissed the question immediately.
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The thigh-strapped vibrator sat in their shopping basket like contraband. At least Chun was carrying the basket. It was a small mercy, as was their departure from the phallic section of the store. They stood in front of a wall covered with the product that had gotten them started on their salacious shopping trip.
A dizzying array of collars confronted Ginger. They came in so many different materials, styles, and sizes. Some were so thick that it would be impossible to move her neck if she was wearing it. Others were slim to the point of being a choker. The one thing they had in common was the way they made butterflies in Ginger’s stomach.
There was a thrill to the musty leather scent of the heavier collars, a dangerous quality to the ones decorated with spikes. Collars of satin or velvet felt like lingerie, while utilitarian synthetic collars were a scandalous suggestion of something an animal would wear.
“I didn’t think there would be so many. How do we decide?” Ginger grabbed Chun’s hand for reassurance. Her girlfriend’s answering squeeze calmed the turmoil in her belly.
“You’re going to ask the lady at the counter for help.”
“No I’m not!”
“Yes you are. That’s an order.”
Ginger sputtered. Chun watched her with smug amusement. She can’t be serious, I can’t talk to a stranger about this! It’s too private, too important.
The collar was going to be a first for both of them, Ginger realized. They needed to get the perfect one. That need overrode Ginger’s embarrassment. It felt good to catch Chun off guard with a sudden smile. Her girlfriend had had the same expression back at the sorority house too…
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“I thought you said you weren’t going to do that!” Ginger squeaked, closing her legs around Chun’s hand. A quick kiss on the way out the door had suddenly gone hot and heavy.
“I said I wouldn’t do it in public. The idea of being able to reach up your skirt any time we’re together has me all wet. It should be one of our rules. No panties or pants when we’re alone together.”
Moaning softly, Ginger shifted her legs apart. “Like – I belong to you? You can touch me anytime, without asking?”
“Yes baby. You’re totally mine.” Chun combed her fingers through the hair on Ginger’s secret garden. Already backed against the wall, Ginger pressed her arms against the wainscoting. It was impossible to tell which was contributing more to the wetness under Chun’s fingers, those fingers themselves, or the feeling of being pinned.
“I want you to change too.”
“We can’t both top each other, I don’t think.” Chun said with a grin. “Not that the idea of you picking my clothes isn’t fun.”
“I’m not topping, it’s a request and it’ll be fast. I want you to wear a pullup. One from your room, like you had on – at our movie night.”
“A request, huh?”
“Yes, please Chun. I want it. Will you do it for me?”
Seeing her girlfriend’s lip tremble in desire was an incredible feeling. The hand between Ginger’s legs came to a stop as Chun was paralyzed by distraction.
“Are you begging?” Chun’s voice was a reverent whisper.
“Yes. Please Chun, please. You won’t use it, but we’ll know it’s there.”
The kiss came on hard and fast, with Chun crashing into Ginger, pressing her to the wall. There was barely enough time for Ginger to open her mouth before Chun’s tongue was exploring her. Pleasure ignited like fire on Ginger’s skin as a finger slid up inside her. She was clawing at Chun’s waist and belly in desperate need.
Panting, Chun broke the kiss. Her eyes were wild and devoured by her pupils. “I like it when you beg.”
“I like begging for you.”
“We’re going to miss the fucking bus if we don’t go now.” Chun ground her teeth in frustration. “But when we get back…”
They raced through the halls of the Delta-G house in a haze that lasted through Chun’s mad dash to exchange her underwear for a pullup. Even running flat-out, they were lucky to catch the bus. By the time their butts hit the seat, the haze had become a warm glow across Ginger’s skin.
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“You took forever with the shop lady.” Chun frowned, looking impatient and uncertain. “I thought you were going to bring her over here to help us choose.”
“Her name is Meryl, and she was really nice. But this should be private, between us. I needed to ask some questions so we can make the right decisions.”
“Decisions? How many collars are we going to get?”
“We need two, I think. If you agree.”
“Okay, I’m curious.” All trace of upset was gone from Chun’s face. Ginger’s heart swelled with love to see her girlfriend so eager to listen to her. Chun would never be cruelly dismissive, she’d never ignore Ginger like – someone had.
“One of them should be one of these.” Ginger motioned at the wall. “Meryl suggested leather or synthetic, and not too elaborate for our first one.”
“That makes sense – though the spikes kind of look fun. What’s the other kind?”
Ginger held out a trio of jewelry boxes. Two were slim gold necklaces, probably plated since they were in Ginger’s price range. The third was equally slim, but solid silver. All three were choker length, with a decoration to sit on the center of the throat.
“These are called day collars.” Ginger licked her lips nervously. “They’re for wearing – when we’re not playing. Every day, if that’s what we want.”
Chun’s jaw dropped. She touched the boxes gently, peering through the clear plastic at each one in turn. “Is that something you want? To wear a symbol like that all the time?”
“I think I do. You and I did some research and we talked about – settling on one person being in charge. People use these as a symbol of one person – me in this case – belonging to you.”
“You do. You’re mine.” Chun met Ginger’s gaze seriously. “Which one do you like?”
“The silver one is real silver I think. I’m not sure about the gold ones, they seem too cheap to be solid gold.”
“I can’t have my girl wearing gold that’s wearing off, let’s do the silver. You like the decoration on it? This plain circle?”
“I think it’s best if it’s plain – Meryl said the circle is the most common one people use.”
“Then that one will be your – day collar – right?”
Ginger nodded, fidgety with anticipation.
Chun put a hand gently on Ginger’s cheek. “This feels like a big deal. Does it mean that I’m in charge more than when we play?”
“It can. Meryl said it means different things to different people. We have to decide together what it means for us.” Setting the day-collars down on a table, Ginger caught Chun’s hands. “I think I’d like it if you had some control all the time, as long as it’s something you want too.”
“Baby, that is so hot. I want to try it. Can I use it to put you in – alternate underwear?”
“I think so.” Ginger blushed, nodding slightly. “We have to talk but – I like the idea of you deciding that sometimes.”
“Wow. Okay, which regular collar then?”
“You pick one. I pretty much picked the day-collar, and I’m the one that suggested we get two of them.”
“Can I put you in spikes?” Chun plucked a slim leather collar off the wall. The gleaming spikes it bore on the small side, about an inch in length. Ginger ran her fingers over a rounded spike, as well as the leather of the collar, imagining it on her neck.
“Yes. I’ll wear that for you.” Only for you.
“I think that’s our budget. Want to browse some more or…”
“Home please.”
Despite being surrounded by dozens of items she could use to tease Ginger, Chun was as eager as her girlfriend to get to the register. If people on the bus had stared, seeing a pair of girls carrying a shopping bag from Wink, Ginger didn’t notice. Her thoughts were on the things they’d bought, and the secrets under their skirts.
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Ginger’s roommate, Amy, was home when they got back. Having already reserved their shared room a number of times in the last week, Ginger didn’t want to ask Amy to vacate. Luckily, Sui Yin was willing to find somewhere else to be, after bluntly telling Chun to make lunches for tomorrow.
“I was surprised at first at how dominant you are.” Ginger wedged a pillow behind the bed’s headboard, hoping to avoid a repeat of having Chun’s neighbor bang on the door. “Sui Yin orders you around a lot.”
“She’s my twin.” Chun shrugged. “We say stuff that sounds rough to other people sometimes. A long time ago we split up all kinds of stuff between us. She does chore reminders, and there’s no point in her being polite about it, I know what she means.”
“What stuff do you do?”
“I take care of her. I have to help her get a girlfriend soon. Somebody who can double-date with us, so she won’t be lonely.”
“But not like…”
“No, not what I think you’re thinking. I mean actual dates, not making out in our room.”
Ginger blushed. “I’m sorry I haven’t asked you out.”
“First off, I wanted to make out as much as you did. Second, you put me in charge in kind of a general way, so I should be the one planning the dates.”
That sounds so good. Ginger felt her face break out in a goofy grin. “I’d like that.”
“I knew you would, baby.” Chun pulled the leather collar out of the shopping bag and held it out. “How do you want to do this? I feel like there should be a ceremony or something.”
“A ceremony sounds good for the first time. I’m not sure what we should do though.”
“I have some ideas. Do you want to let me go with it? You remember the safeword we picked out?”
“Gonjiam.” Ginger nodded. Our first date. My first date ever. “I’m ready.”
“Ginger,” Chun said, with sudden authority that made Ginger’s belly tingle. “Get on your knees.”
Quickly, if clumsily, Ginger got down on the floor. Looking up at Chun, she felt her nipples crinkle hard against her lacy bra.
“This is your collar.” Chun held the be-spiked strip of leather out. “While you wear it, you’re going to be totally obedient to me. When it comes off, I’ll replace it with your day collar, as a reminder that you’re mine.”
“Yes Chun.” Warmth gathered in Ginger’s heart, as well as between her legs. Her sex was soaking as Chun buckled the collar on. The feeling was raw and obscene. With the collar on, Ginger was Chun’s. Specifically, she was Chun’s for sex.
Chun shuddered. “Did you feel that? When I buckled it on?”
“Yes.” Ginger whispered reverently. “Things changed.”
“I’m glad I’m wearing a pullup, because I’d have to mop the floor right now otherwise.” Chun made a fist in Ginger’s hair and pulled her head back for a possessive kiss.
The room felt like a sauna. Ginger let Chun kiss her, grope her chest, and pose her any way her dominant girlfriend desired. Every touch reforged their connection. No matter how lewdly Chun played with Ginger, it was a sign of how they belonged to each other.
“I want you naked. Strip, Ginger.”
Being bluntly commanded to strip while her girlfriend stayed clothed set the tone immediately. With the last of her clothes off, kneeling in front of Chun in nothing but a collar, visibly aroused, Ginger lost all sense of the rest of the room.
There was a tunnel in her vision, as everything in Ginger’s periphery went dark or indistinct. In the center of that tunnel was Chun, as hot as a flame and almost as bright. Her beauty made Ginger ache to her very bones. That Chun was wearing the pullup she’d begged for made Ginger tremble with anticipation.
“Look who else is soaking wet. I’m going to put you in a diaper.” Chun crouched down and cupped Ginger’s crotch. Ginger felt the soft flesh there throb in time with her frantic pulse.
“But, what about the – thing we bought? Aren’t we going to – to…”
“Oh we will, love, we will. I’m going to do anything and everything I want to you.”
Chun punctuated that statement with a finger slipping up inside Ginger. It went in effortlessly, such was her readiness and lust. “You’re my dirty diaper girl, and you’re going to be very dirty today.”
Moaning shamelessly, Ginger laid back at Chun’s insistent push. Eyes closed, she was drowning in an ocean of touch. Lotion was a slick delight on her sweaty skin, especially with how where Chun’s hands were lingering. A burst of ecstasy, like a lightbulb exploding, wracked Ginger briefly. It did nothing to quench the fire in her loins. Instead, it left her nerves jangling, needing more.
Thick powder, and a whispered promise from Chun that the diaper was staying on for a while, sent Ginger to a place where she was floating. Though she could feel the pressure of the floor on her back, the the sense of her body’s weight was gone.
The only weight she could feel was Chun, straddling her, laying on her. Forgetting that she could open her eyes, Ginger’s lips sought blindly for her girlfriend like a plant seeking the sun. She was rewarded with lips and bare breasts. A rush of excitement at the thought of Chun naked pushed Ginger’s hands into action.
Now touching her girlfriend, Ginger needed her sight. Chun was still the center of her world, and Ginger focused all her attention on drawing beautiful sexy reactions out of her lover.
Chun had given Ginger the gift of stripping down to her pullup. Whispered commands from Chun set Ginger’s tongue to worshipping her breasts. The more Ginger used her tongue, the less commanding those whispers got, and the more they sounded like begging.
“I can’t take it any more.” Chun forced the words out between rough panting, grabbing Ginger’s hair again. “Take it off. Lick me.”
“Take what off?” Ginger paused with her lips over Chun’s belly button. Nervousness and excitement pooled together in her belly at daring to tease her dominant.
“What do you think? Get it off. My – my pullup.” Chun’s fingers made an impatient fist in Ginger’s hair, sending spikes of pain through her scalp. The sensation bled directly into Ginger’s lust, making her moan just as loudly as she had when Chun penetrated her.
The yellow stars on Chun’s pullup were missing one of their number. That’ll be nice ammunition for later, when I want to put her in another pullup. The whole thing was damp with sweat, but positively soggy in the crotch.
As soon as the padded panties were off, Ginger put her face between Chun’s legs and licked. The taste was as intense as the last time. Pain in Ginger’s scalp forced her head up and back. To her surprise, she heard herself whimper in frustration.
“Do you want it? Do you want to lick me?”
“Yes. Please.” Though it wasn’t the first time Ginger had gone down on Chun, she was bewildered to be begging for more. Oral sex was the dirtiest thing Ginger had fantasized about girls doing. There had been a time when she wasn’t sure if she’d be able to put her mouth on another woman’s sex. She’d even hoped that if she got together with – a certain person – that they wouldn’t want her to do that.
Now she craved it. The way it sent her girlfriend, her dominant, her lover, into spasms was addictive. Love burned as brightly as lust in Ginger’s heart, as pure white flame alongside the scarlet red. Both feelings wanted to take Chun to the heights of pleasure.
“Wet yourself. We’re not – we’re not continuing until – until you have a wet diaper.” Chun’s voice was rough and strained. In the moment, it was simply forceful and sexy. Later, Chun would realize how much it had cost her girlfriend to assert that control and how much care that effort represented.
“Yes Chun. I’m going.” The words were out of Ginger’s mouth before she could check them for truth. Shock made her look down her body to verify what she was feeling. Her diaper sagged downward. A fresh burst of humiliated, submissive feeling had her adoring eyes back on Chun for more orders.
“Wow – you did it.” Chun took a moment to catch her breath, stroking Ginger’s cheek. “Right on command.”
“Was I supposed to?” Nervously, Ginger searched Chun’s face.
The proud smile that blossomed on Chun’s face was like a warm fire on a winter’s night. “Yes, Ginger. God, you’re amazing. I need to kiss you.”
Sliding sweaty and sticky up her girlfriend’s body, Ginger presented herself for a kiss. Delighted moans spilled around their lips when Chun’s thigh met the soggy padding on Ginger’s crotch.
Consumed with passion and sensation, Ginger’s memory stuttered. Perhaps it was her awareness drowning beneath the tide of lust. She lost the thread of moment to moment touches. Kissing shifted to Chun’s salty, slightly sour taste on Ginger’s tongue. Hot sweaty legs pressed in on Ginger’s head. Deafened by thighs and passion, Ginger experienced Chun’s euphoria in the way her lover’s hipbone pressed into her face and the quake of trembling that wracked the other girl.
The thigh-strap-on slid deep into Ginger. The way she stretched around it pushed a wave of pleasure through her hips. She was on top of Chun, still diapered, with her sopping padding pushed to the side to admit the smooth length of the thigh strap. At Chun’s command, Ginger rocked her hips on the fullness inside of her, ground her crotch against her lover’s thigh.
An explosion that stopped time burst like a firework in Ginger’s mind. She arched up into the stars that danced in her vision. Of all the sounds that rattled Ginger’s throat until it was hoarse, she knew at least one had been Chun’s name.
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Much later, she was in Chun’s arms. They weren’t on the floor anymore, soft blankets and sheets were wrapped around them. It was odd to feel clean. A brief check with Ginger’s hands confirmed she wasn’t sticky with sweat or other things. The diaper around her waist felt dry.
“Chun?” Ginger made her lover’s name bear the weight of a dozen questions. Every word felt like something for which she’d have to reach.
“I’m here, baby. Are you coming back to me? That was crazy. You were really out of it. Are you okay?”
Chun had bombarded her with a torrent of words. Methodically, Ginger chewed and digested them. Only three of them seemed urgent. “I’m okay. I love you.”
“I love you too.” Chun’s hug was as tender and caring as her earlier touches had been lewd and dirty. Ginger relaxed completely, fitting herself against her girlfriend like a liquid. A rough sensation on her neck confused her until she remembered her collar. Ginger touched the damp leather and was assaulted by a rush of remembered sensations.
“Do you want that off? I tried to take it off earlier, but you got upset.”
“I don’t remember that.” Ginger traced her collar with her fingers like she was trying to read braille on its surface. “I think so? How’d I get clean?”
“I got a wet towel and wiped you down. You were too out of it to put on a robe and get to the bathroom.” Concern was still very evident in Chun’s voice. There was a lot to explain, but explanations would have to wait. Ginger needed to explain some of it to herself, first.
“I’m sorry I scared you. What we did – was amazing. It was so much more than anything I expected. Maybe next time – I’ll be more ready for it. So I don’t scare you again.”
“I’m glad you’re okay. You did scare me a little. I could tell you were having a great time though. I did too. That was – wow. I’ve never taken charge of somebody like that before. It was so different than sex I’ve had before.”
That’s the understatement of the year. Chun tugged at her collar. It felt like a collar again, instead of a portal to lustful memories. “Please take it off.”
“Right away, baby.” Chun’s fingers fumbled with the collar’s buckle, unbearably clumsy. The wait was interminable. Unfairly, the moment the collar came away from her neck, a sense of emptiness rocked Ginger. Tears sprang out of her eyes; she clutched desperately at Chun.
“What’s the matter?” Chun’s hug was helping fill the emptiness, though slowly.
“I don’t know, it – it felt like a long way to come back.”
Chun didn’t say anything, she wrapped Ginger in a quiet hug. It was the perfect reaction. Without the need to explain, or think, Ginger found she could concentrate on filling up her empty feeling with love from Chun. Making herself Chun’s plaything had set every nerve in her body on fire – and baked her into a fragile thing. The softness of their embrace infused Ginger’s body with resilience and let her feel human again.
“Thank you,” Ginger said, when she felt like herself.
“You’re welcome. That seemed really intense. Do we need to take a break for a while? Should we wait on the day collar? I know I said I’d put it on right after but…”
“I think that one is different. I want it – in a minute.”
“After – what we did – I want to talk about what the day collar is going to mean some more.” Chun stroked Ginger’s back softly.
“Me too. I can’t do that intense all the time. I don’t think I want you to be able to just – give commands all the time.”
Chun let out a huge sigh. “Good. I don’t want that either. It sounds exhausting. I think primarily it’s a reminder that we do the more intense thing. Does that make sense?”
“It does. I think we could still do some fun things. You like being in charge of me. I like you in charge.”
“Maybe just one thing at first. Something you have to do.” Chun nuzzled Ginger’s cheek while she thought. “I have an idea, and you can say no. I’ll pick something else if you do. But if you say yes, you have to do it or get in trouble.”
“What is it?”
“I was thinking about putting you in – pullups. Full time.”
Alarm at that suggestion danced at the edges of Ginger’s mind. In the profound calm that existed in Chun’s bed, it wasn’t anything that could taker her body over. She heard the warning, but it couldn’t rule her.
“Do you want me to use them?”
“Only when I specifically tell you to. Otherwise you just wear them. No panties until I change my mind.”
Most of the alarm fell away with Chun’s explanation. Ginger weighed the rest of her concerns, and nodded. “Yes Chun. I’ll wear pullups until you say I can wear panties again.”
Chun shivered. “That was hot but also – wow, intimate?”
Ginger nodded, laying her head on Chun’s chest. They lay quietly, radiating warmth into each other.
“I guess we’ll add things as we go. We’ll talk about it, make sure we’re both still enjoying what we’re doing.”
“Yes. I trust you.” Ginger felt the truth of her words to the core of her heart. I belong to Chun. I’ll love her like this for the rest of my life.
Comments
Paul Bennett
So the other sisters would ideally get together to inform Gunger and Chun that their "escapades," are too rambunctious for the dorm rooms. Presumably they would have a spot that was at one point a storage area, but someone had the foresight to add some basic BDSM equipment, (i.e. a bed with restraints, a St.. Andrew's cross, a spanking bench, and perhaps a massage table that would double as a changing table.) That's an interesting and intriguing premise that I feel needs explored. It's obvious to me that Ginger had a repressed and puritanical upbringing. I am hopeful that Chun is able to guide her to a better appreciation of love, sex, and all the joys that those entail. Perhaps one day when Ginger confronts her repressed feelings; it will result in a reunion of sorts with Camille. Great chapter Sol, I look forward to reading more soon. Maybe other sisters make a trip to Wink and we learn more about what is in the shop.
Not a bad idea. Perhaps the sisters should have a room just for playing around so it’s private. Not necessarily a fifty shades red room or a nursery. Just a lounge or somewhere the girls can go to fool around.
The other sisters are going to have to insist that they play in the basement or something. I'm sure they're pretty obvious, with how intense they're getting. :D
Things are heating up between Ginger and Chun.
