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Chapter 13
by MoteDog
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No Leaking!
Her own loud, reverberating cry scared Cas! It was so unlike her normally muffled, and suppressed squeals of release. It left her shaking, Of course, she was also trembling from the impact of the cum.
"Do you want to cum again?" Tiffany asked, her fingers still up the girl's lady hole.
The blonde shook her head.
"Good," Tiff said, withdrawing. "But whenever you start feeling horny, you're going to have to take care of it quickly from now on, Cas. Understand? No leaking!"
"No leaking," Cas muttered.
"And no fantasizing. That leads to leaking." Tiff moved to the next sink and started washing her hand. "Sex has to become matter of fact, something you do no more than you have to."
"No fun," her mutter continued.
"Now clean your puss thoroughly, And dry it! No leaking. Always be near a napkin, paper towel or bar towel, Anything you dry yourself with when you feel you may be leaking. Always sit on one! I'll get you an emergency tampon."
"I don't use tampons."
"You do now. And I mean all the time!" Tiff finished washing. "It's not just for Those Days of the Month."
"My menstruation!?! I hadn't thought of that! How do Nudists.... Oh," she felt stupid. Tampons.
"And make sure it's pushed deep, all the way. It could fall out, if you don't." Tiff smelled her fingers after drying it. "As soon as we can - at our lunch break - I'm taking you to get an enema. Until then, don't show anybody your dirty back hole. Don't separate those plump buttcheeks until it's been squeaky cleaned!"
Cas was blushing, shamed by all of her natural body functions she hadn't had to deal with in public before. "Tiff," she said just a little louder than a mutter. "I thought you were a registered Bottom. You've been acting like a, well, a Top towards me."
Tiff let out a sympathetic laugh. "I am a Bottom. I know what it's like to be a Bottom, and I am here to help you learn to be as Bottom as you need to be.
"But be only as submissive as you need to be!" she said, pointing to the Feminist tattoo on her face. "No less, but No More! Discover your boundaries!"
What happens next?
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Sex and 666 Lifestyles
It's Written on Your Face
(This scenario was inspired by the concept behind "How Sara Became a Nudist", by NTS. If it doesn't involve the establishment of the Federal Bureau of Lifestyles, a detail is probably mine.) In this alternative United States, it has been nearly two decades since the Federal Lifestyles Accommodations and Protections Act had become the law of the land. FLAP (or, as it is derogatorily called, FAP), besides giving certain tax benefits, puts the burden of proof on those accused of infringing on the civil rights of a member of a protected minority group. And, starting from 50, there are now nearly 666 of these accommodated and protected groups. But one court case leads to yet more court cases and simple laws and rules become Byzantine by the natural laws of legal precedent and bureaucracy. In order to severely discourage those who wish only to mock those who are honestly psychologically preconditioned towards certain behaviors and disown it when it is no longer useful for them, strict guidelines for each have been established and regulated by the Inspectors of the Federal Bureau of Lifestyles (the FBL, not the FBI). If any "so-called" Lifestylist is caught "cheating", they can be arrested, fined, imprisoned, and/or made to suffer whatever public humiliation a judge may deem appropriate (and in some jurisdictions, the police are "allowed" to meet out punishment). And in an internet age of phones with cameras and prevalent security cameras, it is easy to be caught. What's more, in many places the authorities are very Law-and-Order in an effort to get the public to turn against FLAP. So those who have chosen to register are advised to strictly observe the rulebook for their Lifestyle, or else. And there is no turning back for them. Because of a provision in FLAP that was necessary to get it originally through Congress, there is an inescapable way of marking somebody permanently as belonging to their particular Lifestyle Minority. As the slogan goes, Once a Lifestylist, Always a Lifestylist! (And this last is my addition to the scenario.)
Updated on Nov 6, 2019
by MoteDog
Created on Nov 1, 2019
by MoteDog
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