Brenda took my hand and slid it between her legs and pressed my fingers against her slit, saying, “See, it’s kind of wet. That’s because I love you and I want to be your wife someday. I like it when you get to touch me like that. You got scared last time, when you asked if you could kiss it, and that’s OK to be scared at first, but I wasn’t sacred and I wanted you to do it and I want to let you kiss me whenever you want to. Joshy, I think that it will be soon, and then we can be together more often. But if something happens, remember that I am waiting for you no matter where I am or how I act and that I belong to you and that I am going to be yours all the time someday. Promise me that you won’t give up, ever.”
I said, “Of course. I will never give up. I want you to be my wife as soon as you can. And I won’t be scared next time, I promise. And you can tell me what you like and I’ll learn to do it for you.”
She pressed my hand farther between her folds for an instant and the pulled me gently away. She said, “That’s my big man. You made me feel good just now. When you go to bed tonight, put on the pajamas that I gave you and I’ll sneak in and tuck you in if I can. You know, someday, when we’re married, when I tuck you in, it will have a very different meaning. It will mean that you can tuck your penis in where your fingers were a minute ago. And then, it will be like when I help you in the shower with your orgasm.”
Chapter 23 Pajama Night
Brenda lay her head against my shoulder and yawned and said, “I’m tired My King. I’m falling asleep.”
I put my arm around her and called Clarice.
Clarice said, “Remember how I told you that the nymphs get tired and have to sleep for some reason? Brenda’s in that state now. She’s working very hard to clarify her new life. I’m absolute shocked, but incredibly impressed, with how far you’ve managed to bring her in such a short time. I thought that it would take several days to get this far. Her restriction programming is very complex and very intertwined with other parts of her personality. She was very thorough when she put herself under its control.”
I said, “She did it? But I thought that Pops somehow did it, or that Irene did.”
Clarice said, “No, she did it to herself. I’m going to take you through the garage. You won’t have to carry her as far that way.”
We were pulling up to the house now. But instead of going to the front door, we turned to the right and drove along the front of the house and around to a driveway ramp leading downward to a garage underneath the house. The cart took us past several vehicles, including the one that Clarice and I had used the day before when we traveled to Stevespont. It came to a stop in front of a set of elevator doors.
Clarice said, “Don’t worry about waking her up. She won’t wake up unless you tell her to. Not for a few hours, anyway. Just take her into the elevator and I’ll take you up to the bedrooms. I’ll bring you some dinner and we can talk while she sleeps.”
I thanked her and getting out of the cart, I tried to lift Brenda, but it was awkward and I ended up hurting my arm once again. When I cried out in pain, Clarice told me to stay where I was and that she would come and carry Brenda for me.
I sat down on the seat in the cart and nursed my injured arm for a few minutes until Clarice arrived. She easily lifted Brenda and the three of us stepped into the elevator.
Clarice said, “I’ll change your bandage and make sure that everything is OK. I can give you a mild pain killer, too. Joshua, I’m going to say it again, you are amazing. Yeah, I know that you probably don’t think that you did anything, but it was magic. I wasn’t even sure that you could get her out of that dress in less than two days. She is pretty isn’t she? It sounded like you were showing a lot of restraint. That must have helped her a lot.”
The door to the elevator opened and Clarice carried Brenda to my bedroom.
As she laid the sleeping beauty on the bed, I said, “That was interesting that she reverted to some memory of me when we were younger. Was that before you were born?”
Clarice laughed, “You are so precious! Yes, that was before I was ‘born’. It was probably referencing a time around you being seventeen or eighteen. You’d told me about your experiences with Brenda when you were younger, and I think it was the last six months or so before she was ‘cursed’. It was nice how you just went along with it. I didn’t know about her thinking that she would be your first mate. I feel kind of bad that she didn’t get to be. I know that it didn’t work out that way and that there’s no point regretting anything, but wow, she loves you so much!”
I said, “Can you imagine if we hadn’t ever woken her up? That would have been awful.”
There was a knock at the door and Ellie came in carrying a tray with a little bit of dinner for me. It was early, but Clarice suggested that I go ahead and eat because I was likely to fall asleep fairly soon. I was injured, and it had been an intense day already. As Clarice and I sat on the sofa and I tried to nibble at the food, Ellie went to the chest of drawers and brought me some clothes.
She held out a very comfortable looking pair of pajama pants and told me to put them on. The two women helped me into the pants and then Ellie produced a matching shirt. When I was dressed, Clarice and I sat back down and Ellie went to the bed. I looked over and saw her working to dress Brenda’s unconscious form in a matching pair of pajamas. Mine were dark blue, but Brenda’s were yellow. Ellie put the shirt on her first, and then went on to put the pants on her.
Ellie talked as she worked, saying, “Brenda is prettier than before. Is this the same one? She didn’t have a nice pussy before and her boobies look better with nice big nipples. She has nice legs too. She will be really nice to sleep with. I’ll come sleep with you tonight, but I can’t find my pajamas. I can go make some, but maybe we can share. Brenda can wear the tops and I can wear the bottoms.”
Clarice said, “Ellie, sweetie, you can’t sleep with Joshua and Brenda tonight.”
Ellie didn’t look our way, but continued to struggle with the pajamas. She said, “Sure I can. They need me to. It will be fine with me. My chores will be all done.”
Clarice said, “But, tonight, I will sleep with Lark and Wendy, and Mandy will sleep with Raven, and her bed is too big for just two, and besides, it’s her first night in her new room.”
Ellie said, “Oh, and she doesn’t know all about the animals and she might need us to tell her about them.”
Clarice said, “And show her about the bath tub. I don’t think that Raven has ever seen a bath tub before.”
Ellie said, “That’s a good idea. And she might not know what elephant noses do. I better sleep with them to make sure. OK. I got her into the pajamas, but I didn’t button the top because of her nice boobs, so I’m all done and I will see you in the morning.”
I said, “I would like a kiss, if you want to.”
Ellie smiled and ran to me and kissed me on the mouth and then left the room, shutting the door behind her.
I said to Clarice, “You are a wizard. Getting her to agree to sleep with Raven tonight.”
Clarice said, “You just have to understand how they think. You just have to make it make sense to them. Let me get Brenda into bed. Do you want her on your right or your left?”
I didn’t know what to say.
Clarice said, “If she’s going to lay on your shoulder, she should be on your right. If you’re going to spoon, you’ll want to lay on your right side, so she would still be on the right side of the bed, unless she’s going to be behind you. In that case, she should be on the left. If she wakes up, then you can have her move to a different side, but to start with, what do you think?”
I hesitated and didn’t answer immediately.
Clarice said, “Maybe you don’t have enough data to make a good decision. Let me add that the pajamas have drop seats. And, Brenda is asleep, but wants to be touched by you and has said that she won’t blame you for any ‘accidents’ that might happen. So here,” and she went to the side of the bed and pulled back the covers on the r
ight side and then put Brenda into bed, lying on her side, with her back to the middle of the bed.
She motioned to me to come to the other side and stand beside her. She pointed at Brenda, drawing my eye to the fact that she had undone the seat of Brenda’s pajamas and that her rear end was now nicely exposed.
Clarice said, “So, if she’s on this side of the bed, you can slide in right ‘there’ and get cozy. But it’s entirely up to you. But, and I emphasize the word ‘butt’, consider your options, and tell me if you want me to put her on the other side of the bed for you. Think about what a ‘big part’ Brenda had in ‘rearing’ you and what a ‘big part’ she needs from you right now. Examine the possibilities carefully. It may be a ‘hard’ night, and a ‘long one’ and it may require you to get into some very ‘intimate places’ with her as she ‘takes in’ everything that is available to her now. She is going to want you where she can be certain of your intention to ‘press forward’ until she is ‘filled’ with confidence again.”
I stopped her and whispered, “Clarice! Stop it. She might wake up. And anyway, I need to be careful not to cross any boundaries that will hurt her.”
Clarice said, “Do one thing. Reach over there and just touch her between the cheeks for a minute. Just for a second. She won’t wake up. Just check to see if her vulva is dry. We need to know because of something that we need to check before you go to sleep tonight. I’d do it, but I think that if she found out that we touched her that she would accept it better right now if it was you instead of me.”
I looked dubious, but got onto the bed on my knees behind Brenda and rolled her slightly over so that her legs parted enough for me to touch her labia gently. I rolled her back onto her side and said to Clarice, “She’s moist and pretty slippery.”
Clarice laughed and said, “Of course she is. She’s thinking about you. She may be asleep, but she’s still processing her changes. And all of them lead her to think about you and how much she loves you. Trust me, I can read her pretty good. With the nymphs and with Brenda, I know them better than Lark’s alter-ego knows Lark. When Brenda wakes up with your penis ‘accidentally’ filling her vagina, she’s going to be thrilled. She’ll find herself in a position that she always wanted, with no adverse consequences, and it will propel her forward in her recovery. The very worst case scenario is that she will still think that it’s forbidden and she’ll tell you that it was wonderful, but that you still have to wait. But, I very much doubt it.”
I said, “But, shouldn’t our first time be after she’s all OK and at least while she’s awake?”
Clarice smiled and said, “It will be. If a happy accident happens, the way that she’s hoping for, you still get a special time when she really invites you. When she put your hand between her legs, she was saying one thing with her voice, but the rest of her was begging you to have something happen while she slept. It was the emotions of that hope and possibility that caused her to want to sleep. Sweetie, you are the magician here, but I’m telling you info that you might use to her advantage. Like I said, it’s a no-lose situation. Either she smiles and thanks you, but warns you too be more careful, or she flips you over and gets serious. Either way, it will be an experience that she will cherish forever. And besides, how are you going to sleep with that boner? That’s Brenda’s boner and I’m not going to take it away from her. She deserves it. You need to figure out how to give it to her.”
I said, “Clarice, you make it sound so reasonable. Like it’s the obvious thing to do.”
Clarice was headed to the sofa now and said, “Come over here and let me change your bandage. I’m surprised that it went the quickly, but that’s exactly the reason to keep going. She’s been asleep for nearly an hour. In that hour, she has processed more than you can imagine. If you wake her now, she’ll be so far beyond where she was when she went to sleep. Look, when you get in bed, just snuggle up to her, but don’t worry about driving yourself crazy with guilt over the fact that you want her as much as she wants you. Your arm looks pretty good. It will be sore for a few more days, but it’s going to be fine. And there’s no infection.”
She handed me a glass of water and a small pill and I swallowed it.
She said, “That’s just a mild pain killer. No narcotics. So, back to the matter at hand. If nothing happens, fine. If it does, fine. I’m just pointing out that she wants you and she’s obviously ready for you at some level, or she wouldn’t be lubricating in her sleep. She doesn’t do that involuntarily. She might do it sub-consciously, but not involuntarily. The presence of lubrication for her, like for all of us, indicates not only willingness, but consent. It may not be that way for all women, but it certainly is for me and the nymphs and for Brenda. And from the way that the girls talk, for them as well. You know how they say that they never wear underwear because they want to be available for sex with you all the time? Brenda’s lubrication is her way, our way, of saying the same thing. Like I said, it happens when we want it to. And she clearly wants it to.”
Clarice finished my arm and put away the medical kit and kissed me hard. And I felt her cup my groin and whisper, “That’s my big strong boy. Oh, what a nice penis you have Master. I hope that I get called to your chambers soon. Don’t forget me.”
Then she walked quickly from my room and the lights went out. The curtains on the window were still open, but very little light came through. I hadn’t realized that it was evening already. There was plenty of light to see my way to bed, and I crawled in behind Brenda and snuggled against her back. My pajama bottoms were still on, so as I pressed against her, there was no skin-to-skin contact. But she did feel very comforting. I let myself appreciate her for a few moments, draping my sore left arm over her and fondling her breast as she slept. She moaned softly, but didn’t wake up,
I was soon asleep myself. I don’t think that Clarice was helping me this time.
I woke up in the dark. I whispered, “Clarice, I need a clock.”
She answered quietly in the ear-piece, “OK. Whenever you’re awake, the status panel beside your door will show the time, if you look at it. It will stay dark, unless the security camera detects that you’re looking right at the panel. You can see it from bed. If you want something else as well, I can get it for you in the morning. Unless you want it right now.”
I said, “No, just the one at the door will be fine. Thank you so much. Goodnight again.”
Clarice said, “How is it going? I haven’t been listening, but has anything happened with…”
I cut her off, saying, “No, just sleeping. I love you. We’ll talk in the morning,” and I dropped the conversation.
I knew that Clarice wanted only the best for me, and for Brenda, but right now, I wasn’t convinced that she had the best advice about how to proceed. We had all stressed the point over and over that whoever had magic working at the time was ‘chief’. Right now, with Brenda, that had to be me. Clarice had given me good information about Brenda’s state of mind and physical condition, but it was up to me to work out what was the best course of action.
I looked toward the door and a clock display said that it was about a quarter to two in the morning. Brenda was still in the same position, lying on her side with her back to me, the way that she had been when I had fallen asleep earlier. Brenda had wanted us to wear flannel pajamas for some reason, but she seemed to think that she would be awake for something when we did. They weren’t that comfortable right now, and I reached under the covers and took mine off. I tossed them toward where I thought the sofa was. That felt better. The pajamas were nice, but every time I moved, I was reminded that I was wearing pants. And, it felt better in bed with no pants.
I decided that Brenda would feel better with no pants either. I knew that I meant that she would feel better to me, but it would probably feel better to her, too. She said that being naked with me was OK now. Her prohibition about going without underwear was resolved, and her bottom was already exposed because the drop seat on her pants were undone. I got up
and went to her side of the bed and pulled her pajama bottoms out from under her hips and down and off her legs. I tossed them in the same direction as I had with mine.
I left her shirt on. I liked sleeping in a shirt of some kind, and I left mine on too. It was pants that didn’t belong in bed, shirts were fine. As I climbed into bed again, I snuggled in behind Brenda and pressed myself gently against her back and bottom, bending my legs at the hips to form myself around her curves the best that I could. She felt warm. It was like a hot bath for my groin. My penis nestled between the bottom part of her cheeks and angled down so that the head was just touching the space formed at the top of her thighs. I draped my left arm over her waist and let myself take the liberty of feeling her breast through the fabric of her pajama top. Her breast was wonderful. It felt so full and marvelously shaped. The nipple was soft, but standing out from the areola nonetheless.
Clarice had encouraged me to take even more liberties, to go so far as to penetrate Brenda while she slept. I thought it over, but I wasn’t going to do that. I wasn’t a horny teenager with marginal self-control. I was a man. A young man in my mid-twenties, admittedly, but an adult with responsibilities. I had, let me see, counting Brenda, Clarice, and the nymphs, I had eight women that I loved and was committed to caring for from now on. No, counting Aspen it was nine. I was a husband. I owned a large house on a large piece of property. I was respected as a hero and philosopher in the village. In some ways, I was becoming an important person in the future affairs of this little part of the world. No, I wasn’t going to satisfy myself, and Brenda, in secret as she slept so that we could claim that it had been an ‘accident’. There would be nothing accidental about my love for any of these women.
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