Claiming Catherine (Montana Maiden 1) - Page 11

"Who promised she could keep the pill in her ass?"

Tears streamed down her face, her chest heaving, which only made her breasts sway in a most appealing manner. "I did."

"This is the second time we've had this discussion, one more than I consider necessary. I know what's best for you." I eyed her sternly. "If I'm ever out on the range, far from the house and unable to remove your cork when required, Sam and Cole will need to do it then. Don't forget, you asked for me to put it in."

I twisted the situation around so she felt that I was the one sacrificing, making allowances in our relat

ionship for her. Catherine would soon accept that she couldn't tend to some of her most basic needs without assistance, that she would need to ask for help, not only from me but from my brothers as well. It was humiliating, and ultimately, truly submissive. The sooner she learned this, the better.

I sighed to show her my weariness of her complaining. "If you had listened to me last night, we wouldn't still be at this juncture. We could be moving on to more...enjoyable aspects of being married. You have yet to complete the most basic of tasks of being my wife. Now bend over."

She didn't stop crying, but she obeyed.

Sam winked at me, clearly looking forward to his participation. With his fingers dipped in more ointment, he rimmed the opening of her ass in ever increasing circles until a dark opening appeared. "This is one gorgeous ass. So tight. She's clamping down on my finger. You're a lucky man, Jake," Sam said.

"You'll have a wife of your own soon enough, brother," I replied.

Sam worked another honeymoon pill I handed him into her ass, all the while Catherine sobbing that it was too much and begging for him to stop. Not that either of us listened. Once beyond the clenching muscle, he slid it in deep with a finger so it was lodged within, filling her. She groaned, her head hanging down between her extended arms.

"Cork or plug?" he asked me.

"Cork." I went to the shelf and chose the one I wanted from the selection I left out so that Catherine could look at the various sizes and shapes that would be selected to fill her.

I gave it to Sam and watched as he inserted and adjusted it so it fit just right. It was still small, a training size, but bigger than the one I'd inserted the night before. I gently pulled on her arm, helped her stand.

“Remember, if you need to use the washroom, you just let one of us know and we'll take the cork out for you.”

Catherine blushed furiously, down her neck across her dainty collarbones and to the tips of her breasts as she shifted her feet, unused to the cork. “I need to tell you?”

Sam chuckled. “You can't get that cork out on your own, can you? Don't worry, we'll wait for you then put it right back in.”

Shaking her head, she looked between us. “That's private. I can't share—”

“You'll have your privacy inside the washroom once the cork or plug is removed. Don't you worry your pretty head about that. There are some things that you can take care of on your own. But we're married now, sweetheart," I told her. "There's nothing about you I won't know. Cole and Sam, too.” I tapped the training cork with my finger. Not wanting to dwell on this topic, it was time to move on. She had other things to learn.

I gave Sam a subtle look.

"I better get back to that mare," Sam said. "Listen to Jake, darlin'. He'll take real good care of you."

"I'll be out as soon as I get Catherine dressed."

Sam nodded to me, winked at Catherine, then left.

She stood, all wild and tousled, completely overwhelmed and miserable, her cheeks tear stained.

I pulled a corset from the dresser.

“Slip your arms in here,” I told her, guiding her hands through the corset's straps. She complied with docility and a few sniffles. I went behind her, reached around and wrapped her new corset about her waist, adjusting it so it fit directly beneath her breasts. They were so full, so ample to fill my hands.

The corset laced from behind so she required assistance when dressing.

Catherine looked down and watched as I tightened the strings. “Where's my old corset? Something's wrong with this one,” she commented, her forehead crinkled in confusion.

Once the corset was tightened and tied, I came around her, looking at how it fit. "You don't need your old one anymore." The white cotton had metal stays in it, the material covering about four inches of her belly beneath her breasts, with a dart in the fabric to lift them up high, giving her ample support and comfort for her abundant size while keeping her breasts completely exposed. Breasts were one of a woman's best attributes and it was important for Catherine to have them available and visible at all times. Catherine's were full, perfect pale globes, her nipples pert. Her shoulders were pulled back with the tightened laces, forcing her to stand tall. Her breasts thrust out even further since she stood with her ass pushed out to accommodate the large cork.

“It looks perfect to me,” I said, running a knuckle over one nipple and watched it furl tightly. She gasped and closed her eyes at the brief touch.

“They're not covered!”

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