Ch6

“That’ll be 45.86 quid, for this batch here!”, the cashier said. Mary stood, staring in the air, brain still boiling with the experiences of the last day and night. “Miss? You alright?”, the cashier asked, pulling her back to where she was. “Oh, sorry! How much?”. “45.86 – Going cash or debit card?”, the cashier asked. Mary messed around with her purse, pulling out her wallet, and her debit card, scanning it on the contact-less, then putting it back. “Have a nice day, Miss!”, the cashier said, while Mary went to the end of the conveyor belt to pack up her groceries. Standing with her two grocery bags, still a touch absent, feeling as if she still had the latex panties on, underneath her regular clothes. She dropped a bag, putting her hand on her crotch, thinking for a moment, that she was getting wet, below. A young man went besides her, to pack his purchase. “You alright there, little lady?”, he asked. “Are you sure you know where you are, right now?”, snapping Mary out of the mental absence. “Oh, shit! Sorry, sir!”. She picked up the dropped bag, leaving the store.

“Am I really that kinky? It’s all just stuck in such a strange way”, she thought, running the past day’s experience like a movie on loop, in her mind. “I guess I’ll be calling up Jean, though I kinda fear, she’ll push me further towards that edge”, she thought, walking to the car park. She pushed the remote lock button on her car keys, opening the doors and the trunk, putting in her groceries on the back seats, sat into the car, driving off. Coming home, she put her grocery bags on the kitchen table, stocking the cupboards and fridge, running her fingers over certain items – Frozen chicken broth, milk cartons and onion skins, inside a net. “If only some of these sensation were closer to the latex”. Putting away the bags in the rubbish bin, underneath the kitchen sink, for later use as garbage bags. Putting on a fresh pot of coffee, she went into the bedroom. She sat down on the bed, taking a deep breath, taking off her trousers and panties, laying them neatly besides herself, on the bed. Taking out the box she got from Jean, she pulled out the latex panties, lubing up the insides, and slowly putting them back on – Slippery from the lube, yet a beautiful sensation of something, befitting her so well – Even for a novice. She flopped onto the bed, squirming from the sensation. For a moment she thought about getting out the ball gag, too, deciding not to, for the moment. However, a few moments later, a beeping came from the kitchen – The coffee was done. She stood up, adjusted the panties, then went out in the kitchen to pour a cup. “3/4ths filled, a teaspoon of sugar, and topping with milk”. She stood by the coffee machine, with her cup, running her fingers on her free hand around the latex panties. She ran her thumb along the upper edge, caressing her butt cheek. “I guess I might as well”, she thought, pulling out her cell phone, and the cardboard box, finding a telephone number on the back of the box, dialling up.

“The Henson residence this is Wetherby”. “Err – This is Mary, from Yesterday – Is Jean around?”. The robot butler beeped a couple of times, then replied. “Let me go get her”. Mary heard an electronic buzz for 20-25 seconds, when she head the phone being handled. “Jean Henson – Who do I have in the other end?”. Mary let out a short cough, then answered. “Eh, yeah, hey! It’s Mary, If you remember me?”. “Oh damn, sure! How are you on top of it all? – Liked my little present?”. Mary sighed. “Well – It seems I’m taking to it! I hope you’ll, at least point me in a good direction with this stuff?”. Mary could almost hear Jean smile, through the phone. “Well – Let’s set up a little play-session to get you going, yeah? I’d like to have you bring three things for that first thing! – One, your favourite sweets or candy, two, your favourite flower and three, some relaxing music which you like, okay? – When you come around, we’ll scan you and Heve-print some gear for you – Okay?”. Mary stood still, realising she might be about to be introduced to a wicked world. “You aren’t going to introduce me to things or people, who are too weird or hurt me?”, Mary asked. “Of course not! This’ll be a small friendly thing! – I’ll send you a calendar invite, and then you pick the day, you want to do this, yeah?”. Mary muttered a short “Eh – Yeah, sure”, before Jean closed off the call “Alright! I look forward to seeing you around, little bird! – Cheers”.

Cooking up a frozen pizza, Mary sat by her dining table, poking at her phone, looking through the calendar notes from Jean. “Should I pick the first and best date, for this? I probably couldn’t keep level-headed, waiting too long for this”, she thought. Confirming the first possible date, two days from then, she put down the phone on the table, noticing a faint burnt smell. She looked over at her oven, seeing the egg-timer had run out, without her noticing. She looked into the oven, seeing a pizza, slightly burnt around the edges, and burnt edges of the pepperoni. “Crud”, she thought, pulling out the pizza, placing it on the wooden chopping board. “Fuck it! I can’t be arsed with anything, right now, anyway”, she thought, letting the pizza cool, cutting it out in 6 slices, only eating two, before finding it was too burnt, anyway. She went into her snack drawer, instead, pulling out a couple of digestives with dark chocolate. “Candy, flower, music – Gotta figure out this”, she thought. That night, she slept in the latex panties, again, though leaving out the ball gag. Sleeping heavier than any time, since she got that crummy job. “Who’d believe that kind of dumbass management, could lead to this kind of discovery”, falling into deep sleep, to the mental picture of Jean, leaning in, to kiss Mary on the forehead.

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