#ItDoesn’tChafe
Part V
The doorbell rang and the google displays all over the house echoed the sound and showed the Fed Ex deliveryman staring expectantly at the camera. He knew the drill, but still, waited for instructions. ‘Hi Jim. I’m not able to get to the door right now. Can you leave it in the garage please?’ ‘Sure Ronnie. I’ll probably see you in a couple of days again. Have a nice day! Bye!’ Jim of course didn’t know why Ronnie couldn’t come to the door. She really really didn’t want to put on clothes. Everything chafed after having spent so many weeks walking around butt naked all day every day.
Max had her on therapeutic sessions of five minutes each to get her skin accustomed to wearing silky underwear. The five minutes were usually made only just, as it was usually Max who tore off the clothing whilst Ronnie wiggled her bum alluringly at her. Despite it being silk, it did chafe, slightly.
So baths followed, to get her skin in order again. Damned these new pills. Ronnie smiled mischievously picturing the events in her mind if she had turned up in the nude to accept the package. ‘Why you’re not the postman I was expecting, he always rings twice. ..’ ‘Oh no miss, but I do have a huge package for you.’ Ronnie shook her head as she made her way to the connecting door leading to the garage from inside the house. As she did so, a small horde of dogs shot through the door into the garage, expecting walkies and started circling the car. ‘Oh babies! Mommy’s not taking you anywhere, dressed like this! Silly floofs. Get back inside.’ She shooed them not ungently back inside the house and thanked the gods that Jim had had the sense to close the garagedoor, so no dogs had slipped outside.
Ronnie wondered what her neighbours would think if she’d run outside and had to chase one of the tiny girls, naked, in the middle of the street. They lived in a quiet suburb at the end of a cul-de-sac, but she bet that just like their own multitude of camera’s, most of their neighbours had similar doorbells and security cameras facing out. Max had ordered some mirror foil that reflected incoming curious stares for the front facing windows. Ronnie had been a bit careless in her distracted state and walked around in the nude past windows without realising. Some of the dogs liked sleeping on the windowsils and looking out. Or simply gathering up the sun’s heat. And they managed to pull away the curtains when going in and out. There were definitely some delivery persons and neighbours and visitors who had gotten an eyeful.
Ronnie focused on what she was doing. Why was she in the garage again? Oh yeah. The package. Jim’s huge package! She giggled. It was addressed to Max’ business. It was an oversized box, but was remarkably light. Must be filled with styrofoam or packing peanuts mostly. Or that bubble wrap with the huge cells. She took the box inside and left it on the kitchen counter, in plain sight, so it wouldn’t be overlooked. She wasn’t curious as to what was inside. There were always packages being delivered for her and Max’d get excited when it was finally there, as she put it, for something she’d ordered on the same day if it had been Amazon, or weeks later when it came from China.
This one had come from China indeed, Aliexpress it said. There were no clues as to the contents and Ronnie had to prepare herself to get to the treadmill. She’d picked some regular comedy, nothing too saucy. She needed to get through her exercise first. Despite the thought of Max watching her again through the Furbos, exciting her. Afterwards. . perhaps. . She still had Joy in San Francisco and Africa and god that woman got around.
When she’d set up the treadmill, laptop and had wrangled the dogs, sans toys, to prevent unfortunate tennisball launches, in the kitchen once more, she started her workout. She programmed the warming up and cooling down outside the planned hour segment and set speed increments of one kilometer per hour to be added every ten minutes. At the end she’d be speedwalking for ten minutes. As she started her warming up, she did her favorite cross-steps and swung her hips in a sensuous fashion. She saw the ringlight at the bottom of the Furbo turn blue. Someone was logged in. She wondered who that might be. A smirk formed on her face and she pretended to not have noticed, being totally absorbed in her exercise and what was happening on screen.
Ronnie adjusted her only piece of clothing, her headband, to prop up her hair just a bit more, so it poofed out more and bushed out her hair by combing it with her fingers. She knew that Max adored her hair when it was up and out. As the regular part of the planned exercise started, she could still afford to do cross-steps, some languid twirls on the treadmill, though she got launched off nearly after the third time, because she wasn’t paying attention and compensating, as she tried to get a look at the Furbo. The blue light was still on. She was still watching. Probably pleasuring herself.
Would she have locked her door? What if she forgot? And Shannon walked in! Totally not prepared for what was happening inside. Ronnie felt herself becoming even more aroused. She felt the blood flowing and starting to throb gently in sync with her pulserate, behind her labia. Ronnie grabbed the pulse oxi meter and put it on her finger and saw the sinus curve on the display, it was perfectly in sync with the incessant throbbing between her legs. And she still had well over fifty five minutes to go. She wasn’t sure she’d survive that. She flapped her hands in front of her face, trying to cool herself down a bit.
A tennisball was dropped in front of her. ‘How! Bailey! You git! You’ll kill mommy!’ Ronnie quickly dismounted and grabbed the tennisball and put it on the counter. How did these dogs always manage to find new toys. She was glad she’d noticed his head in front of her running shoes, when he’d put the ball down so carefully. Hoping she’d kick it. She was lucky she hadn’t tumbled over ass over teakettle, whilst being launched backwards at the still slow moving treadmill. It would probably have given Max a laugh, seeing that happen. Her vaginal muscles always clenched when she laughed.
Bailey was looking guiltily at her for all of five seconds and then started to lick his own toy. He looked very happy with himself. Ronnie let him. If she could reach herself, well, perhaps that yoga course that Max had tried to sign her up for, might be interesting anyway. .. Ronnie focused on the video again and worked her way through her planned exercise, cooling down and then did some stretches. Making sure to do the ones that involved her sticking out her bum and bending over were exaggerated and taking just a bit longer. The Furbo light ring was still blue. She wasn’t sure whether Max had forgotten or was simply rubbed raw. It did explain why Max was so overly tired when she came home, ready to sleep with her.
Ronnie took the dogs outside and let them loose to play in the yard. She was feeling generous and threw a box of tennisballs at them. A furious frenzy exploded with dogs trying to grab as many balls. Some were trying to fit several at the same time in their mouths. Others were picking one up, seeing another one, dropping the one in their mouths and then picking up the next. She had to tell Max that she had found the perfect analogy in that scene for explaining the difference between running a train and a gangbang. Their yard was shielded from prying eyes by the house itself and lush high hedges on all sides. It kept the dogs in and creeps out. It was their own slice of paradise. And allowed them to play with and exercise the dogs without bothering to take them to leash optional walks and hikes. They liked doing that, but currently with Ronnie’s failing health, that
garden had been a life saver.
Ronnie took a quick shower afterwards and went to bed. She still needed her rest. Even before the dogs stopped fussing, she’d drifted off. When Max woke her, it felt like no time had passed at all. Getting woken by someone kissing you on the head gently was heaven. Ronnie stretched in place and was loathe to let her teddy go. The dogs weren’t in the bedroom anymore, so Max must have let them out quietly. ‘You were out like a light. I made dinner, come and have a quick bite. If you’re up for it, I’ve got a surprise for you. Let’s see if you can eat first.’
Dinner was a light caprese salad with mozzarella and some air-fried halloumi cheese. Ronnie picked at her food. She was hungry, but her stomach played tricks on her at times. It was hard to find a balance between eating her fill and getting nauseated at the most inopportune of moments. Max had taken a glass of sweet white dessert wine. Ronnie looked at it longingly. ‘I know, I know.’ She said as Max looked at her guiltily. ‘Enjoy it. You don’t have to leave it to make me feel better. I’d love to have a sip too. I miss drinks.’ She pouted her lips. And went over to Max and sat on her lap. A tear slowly trickled down from her eyes. Max kissed it away. And nuzzled into her.
‘You’ll be OK soon again. I’ve seen you improve on the treadmill.’ ‘Did you know that the furbo lights up blue when it’s connected?’ ‘I did not. ..’ Max said with a slightly guilty look on her face. And then burst into laughter. ‘So. .. busted?’ ‘Yeah, very definitely busted! Though I hope you liked the show I put on for you.’ ‘I liked the bit where Bailey nearly murdered you. Your face!’ ‘That boy! Really, I swear, I scoured the whole kitchen for toys before I turned on the treadmill. I don’t know where he was hiding it.’ ‘He lies on his toys, to keep em out of view for the others.’ ‘Little bastard!’ Bailey’s tail thumped softly after hearing his name mentioned and his moms talking about him.
As dinner was done, Ronnie asked: ‘So you had a surprise?’ ‘Oh, definitely. You’ll like it. But only if you’re not too tired. Gotta be honest. It can wait. It won’t spoil.’ ‘You think you can tell me you have a surprise for me and now expect me to behave like a responsible adult, opting for health and rest over excitement? You really don’t know me, do you?’ Ronnie giggled. Max tickled her. ‘You are a small child indeed. Well, let’s get you checked out then. Let me clean away the plates before Missy helps with that. . again.’ Another dog looked up guiltily and thumped her tail apologetically as if to say: ‘It was only the once. I promise not to do it again. .. and get caught.’
Ronnie was trying to remember if Max had given any hints as to the surprise, but couldn’t think of anything. She was getting excited and aroused. Max’ surprises were often of the erotic kind. When Max gave her a silk sleeping mask that they used often to blind each other for sensory ‘games’, Ronnie felt her blood flowing towards her pelvic area. The meds had screwed with her blood flow so any sudden change like that, was actually a physical sensation to her. It was in this case enticing. When it had happened the first few times, it had worried her.
She put on the blindfold and was led by Max, to her study? She wasn’t entirely sure. It smelled of books, it must be the study. Max gently turned her around and pushed her backwards till her legs hit her office chair. Ronnie gingerly sat down. Then she felt Ronnie pulling up her leg and resting it on a padded rest? And her other leg on another padded rest. This felt familiar. But. . this was an office chair. Not the OB/GYN examination table, that came with such leg rests.
‘Now young lady, your mom told me that you’ve had your first menstruation?’ ‘Yes Doctor Max.’ Ronnie answered demurely. ‘I’ll need to examine your pelvic area. Are you OK with that?’ Ronnie nodded her head, tongue tied. ‘What was that? Sorry I didn’t catch what you said?’ ‘Yes Doctor Max.’ ‘Are you scared? There’s no need to be scared baby girl. Here, you can hold your teddy.’ Ronnie felt her familiar teddy being handed to her. She prepared to put him between her legs, just as she realised that Max would of course need to be in the same area. She pulled the bear up and hugged him tight against her chest. And felt not just the familiar soft fur, but also. .. the strapon harness and the anatomically correct K9 dildo. ‘Oh. . ba-. . Doctor M-Max. I think my teddy is sick.’ She mewled.
‘His peepee is hard.’ Max caressed her girlfriend’s pudendum. ‘His peepee is hard. You are wet. I think this is providence. The stars have aligned. I won’t even need to use a speculum this way. I can just see if everything is OK by seeing the act.’ Ronnie felt Max breathing in and out close to her vulva. She felt hot spit dribbling on it. And then she felt the bear slowly being pulled down. Towards her pelvic area. When his furry legs went past the inside of her legs, she shuddered. And then she felt the dildo. It was soft and giving, but it had the knot. And it was dry. Still.
‘Let Dr. Max just lube this up for you.’ Ronnie wasn’t sure if Max was dribbling hot spit on it or was using lube. She’d find out soon. It was hot. The lube was cold to the touch. Spit was so much better at body temperature. She felt the tip of the stroking on the groove of her vulva. Only toying with it. Not penetrating. Yet. Ronnie had gone very quiet. Her breath hitched. In anticipation. She’d never fitted the knot part inside. It had been too wide. She wondered if being spread like this, would allow it more space. She felt one of Max’ hands on her breast and put her own hand on it, to encourage her to knead it.
Ronnie wanted to play with her clit and tease it with her other hand, but when she moved her hand downwards, Dr. Max prevented it from going to her own clit. She redirected it. To between her own legs. Ronnie felt that Dr. Max was wearing her lab coat. And only her lab coat. There was nothing underneath. Just her warm, dripping, vagina, waiting to be fingered.
‘Oh mommy.’ ‘Mommy’s in the waiting room outside dear, it’s just you, me and the bear here.’ As Max said that, she slowly penetrated Ronnie with the bear’s dildo. It spread her labia easily as they were slick and ready to accept anyone or anything inside. Ronnie slowly fingered Max and Max reciprocated by using the bear to fuck Ronnie in the same slow rhythm.
Both penetrations went deeper incrementally. Ronnie despite being in a partially helpless position was actually leading the dance and more in control then Max was. Max was following her cues. She didn’t want to hurt her love. As she saw Ronnie rising her pudendum up to meet the thrusts of the bear, and poking in her finger deeper and deeper, she got closer to the knotted part of the dildo. She dribbled more and more hot spit on it and on Ronnie’s labia. Max also made sure to touch and graze Ronnie’s clit with the knot every three or four strokes.
‘Oh Doctor Max. This feels so good.’ ‘Well. Ehm’ Max puffed. She was really close to orgasming and had trouble enunciating words. ‘That’s good to know.’ Ronnie couldn’t help herself and laughed out loud. ‘That’s good to know?’ She asked incredulously. ‘Hey, my regular patients don’t finger me to distraction, whilst I’m trying my best to perform in my best bedside manner.’
They both laughed. Max kissed Ronnie on the lips and clenched the blindfold between her teeth. She pulled it down, towards her neck and left it there. ‘Oh look, it’s my girlfriend. Hiya girlfriend.’ ‘Hi Doctor Max.’ Ronnie caressed the side of Max’ face, pecking her with kisses all over as she felt the frequency of thrusts by the teddy increasing. She hugged the teddy tighter and wanted to close her legs around it’s back, but couldn’t. The examination rests kept her legs from going in that direction. She thrusted into the bears movements more and suddenly felt the knot go in.
‘Eee! It’s in! Don’t move!’ Max stopped moving the bear. Ronnie got accustomed to the feeling. She just felt full. Not stretched or painful. Just full. It felt good. It rubbed against her clit with each breath, each tiny tremble. She flexed her pelvic muscles. .. oooooh that felt good. She did a kegel. And shuddered. ‘I can see someone’s enjoying herself.’ Ronnie nodded, still focusing her attention inward. She finally understood the appeal of the knotted dildo. Max grabbed her phone out of nowhere and took a picture of Ronnie’s face. ‘Moana looked exactly like that when she was bred.’
Ronnie hid her face and laughed. ‘Nooooo, I’m not a bitch in heat with a very happy expression on my face.’ ‘You sure look the part.’ Max said laughing and showing Ronnie the picture she’d taken. Ronnie recognised the resemblance. She did look like a very content bitch being bred.
‘Oh my gawd.’ ‘Oh my dog!’ Ronnie laughed and the pelvic contractions sent her over the edge. She writhed on the chair, with her legs up in the stirrups and firmly attached to the bear. Her breathing stopped and started several times over and her eyes rolled around in her skull by the sheer force of the orgasm, that had snuck up on her. Max had stepped back slightly to get a better shot of her girlfriend going through the throes of passion and made a video of it, whilst still caressing her nipple. She’d forgotten to keep pressure on the teddy’s bum and saw that the knot was in danger of slipping out, but it got pulled in. By the muscle spasms of the vaginal wall.
Ronnie was totally out of breath by the time the orgasm abated. Her forehead was all shiny and she had trouble focusing her eyes on Max. When Max hugged her, she cried from the overload of emotions. ‘Babe, what’s wrong?’ Max asked. ‘I just love you so much.’ ‘Let’s get you to bed.’ ‘What about you? You didn’t. . finish?’ ‘Don’t worry about me. I have filled my spankbank. I think I’ll have a lot of office work tomorrow. All those patient files that need scrutiny.’ She winked luridly and then lifted her girlfriend’s legs from the stirrups. The bear was still firmly attached. She made him perform a leg over so he was now attached from the back to Ronnie’s vulva. It was just like a real doggy breeding, standing back to back. Ronnie was still very wobbly when she helped her walk to the bed. ‘You want me to take it out?’ ‘What? No! I love it. Don’t take it out! Ever!’ She hugged Max close to her, as she normally did with her teddy and fell asleep exhausted.
(continued in part VI)