“Holy shit,” Chris breathed as she took in the array. “That big?”

“Never seen one before? I mean, an actual penis on a grown man?”

“Not in person. Only pictures. I’m a gold star lesbian,” she said with pride.

“Gold star?” The Mistress pulled out some gauze pads and a small bullet vibrator.

“That’s what you call someone gay or lesbian who’s never been with the opposite sex. I knew what I was in kindergarten. Never had any confusion about what I was so never fooled around with a guy at all.”

“Nice. I’m a gold star kinkster then. Never had vanilla sex.”

“Wow. I think that would be a lot harder than a gold star lesbian. Kinky sex looks like a lot of work.” She glanced around the dungeon, at the various ropes, floggers, single-tails and other implements of torture hanging on the walls.

“It’s probably more work than vanilla sex but completely worth is. You take sex more seriously when you have to plan it in advance and do equipment checks and have a medic on standby. It’s the price we pay if we want our gold stars.” She sat back down on the stool and scooted in closer to Chris.

“I guess I’m paying the price for being a gold star. This is probably the most embarrassing thing ever.”

“Don’t be embarrassed. Not allowed around me. Unless it’s one of your kinks.”

“I’m twenty-three, and I’m not a virgin. I’ve been having sex with girls since I was sixteen.”

“You don’t have to feel bad. An intact hymen isn’t a badge of shame.”

“It’s a pain in the ass is what it is.”

The Mistress looked at Chris over the sheet.

“If your hymen is a pain in the ass, then we’re going to rethink our hymen-breaking strategy here. That’s okay. I have butt plugs galore.”

Chris covered her face with one hand and laughed ruefully.

“Sorry,” she said, leaning up on her elbows. “Pain in the vadge? Is that better?”

“I don’t know if it’s better, but it certainly makes more sense anatomically. You want to get started?”

“Not really. But I’d rather get it over with as soon as possible.” Chris lay flat on her back again.

The Mistress pulled her stool up even closer and adjusted the sheet and her light.

“I’m going to touch you now. Just one finger inside. Want to see what you’ve got under the hood so to speak.”

“Go for it,” Chris said with a heavy sigh.

“You know, usually when I finger bang girls, they sound a lot more happy about it.” The Mistress spread Chris’s folds open and slipped one finger into her. “Does that hurt?”

Chris shook her head. “That’s fine. I use tampons so I’m used to something finger-sized.”

“But not much more than that. Jesus, you are tight. I thought I had the hymen from Hell. No wonder you’ve been putting this off.”

“I’ve tried breaking it a few times myself, and I just can’t. Hurts too much.”