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Chapter Twenty-eight -- Monogamous Polygamy


Wednesday morning began with free time to discuss experiences. 
They used their time to catch up on homework.  Kim helped Laura
deal with the computers.  She showed her how to log onto the
Internet and get to the sites that dealt with marriage and BDSM,
downloading files to the hard drive to speed things up, then
printing the texts on the high speed dot matrix printer.

Kim also offered Bill and Laura one of her old computers, a nice
one except that "it might be a bit slow.  Once you've been on-
line a few times, you'll be hooked," Kim promised.  To stay
competitive, Kim bought a new computer or upgraded two or three
times a year.

When Wanda called everyone together at nine, they burst out
laughing.  She was wearing a blond wig with bangs, knee socks,
and saddle shoes right out of the fifties with a shiny white
leatherette G-string and bustier.  "You like?" she giggled. 
"This is my husband's favorite outfit.  So let's get today's
class going.  Guess what our subject is?"

"Kinky clothes," Laura laughed.

"Wrong!  Did anybody read the schedule?"

"Yes, but what's monogamous polygamy," Kaitlyn asked seriously.

"OK, you college educated fools," Wanda teased, "What is it?"

"A contradiction in terms," Kim answered.

"So define monogamy, Darlene."

"Wife and husband, period.  One man married to one woman."

"Right.  Now what's polygamy, ah, Katy?"

"More than one wife like the Mormons," she replied.

"Very good.  So does anybody want to guess what our class title
means?"

"I read an article with a name something like that," Darlene
offered.  "It said that a wife should be many women.  It's like
what Clarice said, a lady in public, a cook in the kitchen, and a
whore in the bedroom."

"Absolutely correct," Wanda smiled.  "I have a number of studies
and articles here that say that the male of the species Homo
sapiens is naturally polygamous.  It's in his genes to want to
spread his seed around..."

A chorus of groans acknowledged the verbal pun.

"...while a woman generally looks for the security of a
one-on-one arrangement.  So we're fighting human nature.  That's
why there's so much cheating going on.  Men get bored.  Do you
ever get bored with your husband?  Darlene?"

"Do I ever!"

"Whose fault is that?"

"Well, let me clarify that.  I just get bored.  It's doing the
same things all the time; laundry, cleaning, picking up after the
kids.  It's not really Dwayne."

"Not totally Dwayne, you mean.  Ladies, if you're like me, you
get into ruts.  For a while, it feels like, 'Hey, I've found my
groove' and you feel more efficient.  But if you stay in a groove
long enough, it gets deeper and deeper and deeper until you've
dug a rut or a ditch or the Grand Canyon.  So, every once in a
while, climb out of the Grand Canyon and start over with things
smooth.  Here's reality," Wanda lectured.  "We go through stages
with rites of passage.  After each one, we need to relook things
and make some changes.  Laura, when your kids left home, what
changed?"

"Not much," she sighed.

"Really?  That would have been a perfect time to rejuvenate your
sex life and make some major changes.  Get a job, volunteer for
some new organization, go back to school, you name it.  Do you
think you might have been in a rut?"

"The whatever-it's-called trench in the Pacific," she laughed. 
"The one that's the deepest depression on earth."

"I think maybe we drug you out.  What do you think?"

"This is certainly a change," she smiled.

"Gals, this is a rite of passage.  Here.  Now.  By a week from
Friday, each of you will be a different woman.  If you've always
worn sensible cotton briefs, wear silk thongs.  If your hair was
short, it's had six weeks to grow out and it's time to try long
again, but if your hair is long, maybe this is the time to hack
it off into an easy-to-care-for pageboy.  This is the time to do
it, to make some changes."

Wanda was on a roll, and nothing was going to slow her down.  "If
we're successful, your life will never be the same.  You'll eat
better, sleep better, exercise more, look better, and fuck better
than you ever have before in your life.  So go for it.  Become
someone new, different, and exciting for yourself.  Your husband
will love it, too.  Believe me.  And play games.  Not just
bondage or DS.  Try strip poker with the neighbors or some nasty
flashing in the mall or screwing around on his desk at work. 
Better that you do it than his secretary, right?"

The rah-rah session lasted most of an hour before Wanda started
to calm down and talk practically.  "So here's your assignment,
not for this weekend but the following Friday.  You will become
someone totally different from who you were.  Each of you has to
decide on what you'll change, and we'll have lots of suggestions
for you.  So let's start with how you dress.  Some of you are
going to have to buy new wardrobes when you get back home, unless
you start eating ice cream by the gallon and go back to living on
greaseburgers and French fries.  Anybody want to do that?"

Debbie, the fitness nut, was the only one who hadn't already
changed her fitness and physical appearance a great deal in the
first six weeks.  Laura had lost nearly twenty pounds and two
dress sizes.  She felt more alive than she had in twenty years. 
All of the other women were more fit and felt better.

"OK.  Now it's time to play," Wanda said gleefully, clapping her
hands like a three-year-old.  "And we're gonna play 'dress up'. 
Come with me."  They followed Wanda upstairs to a room that few
of them had seen, the wardrobe room.  At the entrance was a large
wheel like the one used on 'The Price is Right' except that roles
instead of numbers were written in the spaces.  "Spin the wheel
and see who you're going to be for the rest of the day.  Who
wants to be first?"

Kaitlyn was just behind Wanda so she stepped to the side and gave
the wheel a mighty spin.  It revolved a dozen times before it
slowed its clicking and stopped on...

     prim, proper school teacher

  -->    Wonder Woman

     dominatrix

"That ought to be something," she giggled.

"We have costumes to fit most sizes," Wanda told her.  "Next? 
How about you, Darlene."  Darlene gave the big wheel a spin that
only took it around twice.

     naughty nun

   -->    business _MAN_

     teenage cheerleader

"The emphasis is on man, I suppose," she grinned knowingly.

"Right back there," Wanda pointed.  "And costumes are in the far
corner, Katy.  You might as well see if it'll fit."

"This is ridiculous," Laura grumbled, fearing she would land on
something juvenile.

"Absolutely," Wanda agreed.  "And fun.  It's play time, lady. 
You take yourself way too seriously.  And you just determined
that you're next so give it a spin."  Reluctantly, Laura did.

     bordello madam

   -->    Kat Woman

     male gorilla

Wendy was laughing.  "You're kidding right?  Male gorilla?"

"It's actually the same suit as King Kong," Wanda admitted. 
"Except for the rather large male gorilla genitals we attach."

"You're having so much fun, why don't you play too," Wendy
challenged.

"I don't mind if I do.  Oh, and we have to act the parts.  Maybe
I'll end up male gorilla and get to screw all of you," she
snickered evilly, taking a position by the wheel and spinning it
mightily.  A few minutes later, their roles were set.

Wanda   --> punk rocker     Kaitlyn    --> Wonder Woman      
Kim     --> Naughty nurse   Jennifer   --> librarian    
Darlene --> Business MAN    Laura    ----> Kat Woman    
Debbie  --> Spider Woman    Wendy  ----> dildo devil    
Maria  ---> Princess Beauty

Wanda encouraged silliness as they changed into their costumes
and slipped into the assigned roles.  She put on an orange wig
with spiked hair, a sculptured leather vest with formed cups,
stretch pants, and combat boots, set off by huge hoop ear rings
and a clip-in nose ring.  Darlene dressed in a man's suit,
complete from the white cotton BVD briefs to wingtip shoes,
adding a stick-on mustache and a headpiece to make her bald. 
Laura was amazed that there was actually a Kat Woman costume to
fit her.  The Spider Woman and Wonder Woman costumes were cute,
too.

Jennifer's librarian outfit was very proper: long skirt, long
sleeved white blouse buttoned to her neck with a little ribbon
tie under the collar, white knit tights, and sensible flat shoes. 
She put her hair in a bun and wore wire-framed glasses to add to
the image.

Maria's velvet gown in royal purple with layers of petticoats was
ravishing.  Wanda teased her about the last chapter in Anne
Rice's 'Beauty trilogy' where Princess Beauty was carried away
with clamps on her pussy lips and nipples.  Wendy argued
successfully that the wheel didn't specify when and insisted that
she was Princess Beauty after her rescue but before her prince
arrived.

Wendy's outfit was the most outrageous.  It was a bright red body
suit made of latex rubber.  A bright red dildo stuck out the
front with a counterbalancing dildo inside her pussy to make sure
that the one outside stuck out straight.  The five-inch heels of
the outfit's boots were carved in the shape of erect male organs
and the cap of her mask was shaped like a male glans.  The horns
on each side of her head were curved red dildos.  A three-tined
red pitchfork completed the look; each tine was another red
rubber penis.

"What's the object of this?" Kim asked Wanda.

"Fun."

"I don't get it," Kim muttered.  "There's always something behind
every game we've played."

"Well, do you remember your first couple weeks?" Wanda asked. 
"Did you, perhaps, meet up with upper classmen wearing clothing
that might be called peculiar?"

"They terrified and terrorized us," Kim answered.

"Why?  Any ideas?"

"The fun of it?"

"So have fun.  But play your role."

"How?"

"Use your imagination," Wanda told all of them seriously.  "This
is a game.  It's supposed to be fun.  If terrorizing freshmen is
your idea of fun, go for it.  But if I have to provide
suggestions, you can't use mine.  You have to figure out your
own."

"I don't need any," Wendy snickered.  "They're all naked and I've
got more cocks then any six men."  She walked away as best she
could on the high cocked boots to find some freshman students to
tease.

"We don't have to give them a hard time, do we?" Jennifer asked. 
Her prim looking librarian outfit would have been dowdy on an
ordinary sized woman but on Jennifer's slender six-foot frame,
the skirt was quite short and downright sexy looking.

"No, you don't.  Just stay in character.  Play your part.  If you
want to read or catch up on your homework, go right ahead."

"I think this naughty nurse might need to do some rectal exams,"
Kim giggled.

"Get some rubber gloves from the infirmary," Wanda suggested,
adding, "We have about an hour and twenty minutes to play.  Meet
in 208 at eleven."

Only Kim, Wendy, and Darlene took advantage of the freshmen's
vulnerability.  Their teasing was mild compared to the rest of a
freshman's regimen.  Wendy ordered all eight freshmen to practice
oral sex at once, one in front, one on each heel, one on each
horn, and three side-by-side on her pitchfork tines.  Kim decided
to do her rectal exams while the students were distracted. 
Darlene's harassment was entirely verbal.

At eleven, they reassembled.  "Anybody have fun?" Wanda asked.

"It was more fun getting dressed than being dressed," Maria
answered.

"Any kid playing dress-up could have told you that," Wanda
laughed.  "Well, Kim, it was you who asked what the object of
this exercise was.  I can now tell you that it was a test, a test
of your ability to use your imagination and to role-play.  And
everyone but you flunked.  But don't worry.  This was just a
pre-test to see what we need to work on."

"We emphasize dressing up because it's the quick and easy way to
change yourself," Wanda continued.  "I'm sure you remember our
'clothes make the woman' sessions.  There are lots of other ways
to change yourself.  We already talked about hair.  You can color
it, style it, put it up, take it down, spray it stiff, condition
it to death, or even shave it off completely.  But that's a
little drastic and it takes time for it to grow back."

"Later on, we'll talk a little about body modification, cosmetic
surgery, tattoos and piercings, and even scarification.  From my
standpoint, piercings are OK because they'll close up if you
change your mind later on.  We discourage most cosmetic surgery
except to correct defects and, in my humble opinion, having small
breasts does _not_ make you defective.  We definitely discourage
scarification.  Tattoos should be tasteful and fairly small
unless you really get into body art.  But more on that later."

She looked at the women and went on.  "GWU's about being a good
wife and one of the things that makes a woman a good wife is to
be a good lover, right?  Anybody want to argue that point?"

"Good.  So husbands get bored.  Wives get bored.  Bored with sex,
bored with chores, bored with their partners, bored with their
roles, and even bored with their wardrobes.  Which brings us
right back to clothes make the woman.  Remember the slides? 
Remember your judgments based on clothing?  Learn from your
observations.  So what have you learned?"

"That rubber devil outfits are uncomfortable," Wendy grumbled.

"Then take it off," Wanda laughed.  "Your choice for the moment,
ladies.  You can stay dressed as you are or change into something
totally different but I'd like to hear your reasons for whichever
you choose.  So, Wendy, you're going to strip because the latex
is getting uncomfortable.  Is it sexy?"

"Not to me," she answered.

"Darlene?"

"I never realized that a guy's briefs had such thick seams," she
answered.  "I prefer something feminine."

"Acceptable.  Kaitlyn?"

"I feel like what's-her-name, the woman who played Wonder Woman
on TV.  I kind of like it.  I think Bruce would, too, except that
it'd be kind of hard to get off quick."

"And more on that later, too," Wanda laughed.  "So are you going
to stay in costume?"

"For a little while, if that's all right."

"It sure is.  By the way, Linda Carter never looked so good."

"That's her name!"

"And she's an old woman now, but she still looks good."

"Like Clarice," Wendy observed.

"We're getting off track.  Kim?"

"I'm ready to strip naked again."

"Why?"

"I'm just not a naughty nurse," Kim shrugged.

"Giving rectal exam's was pretty naughty."

"It was fun but I'm ready for reality again."

"Stop right there," Wanda said sternly.  "Lecture time.  I hear a
lot of women say, 'Oh, I'm just not the glamorous kind' or 'I'm
just not good at sports,' or 'I just can't... whatever.'"

Wanda looked around the room, inhaled deeply, and yelled, "BULL
SHIT!" at the top of her lungs.  "You _CAN_ be glamorous.  You
_CAN_ become good at sports with practice and instruction. 
_YOU_!  Every one of you.  You can be sexy, but you can also be
prim.  You can be exotic but you can also be plain.  You can be
lazy but you can also be energetic.  You may be fat but you can
also be fit.  You can be anything you want to be, got it?"  She
smiled at her students.  "Say 'yes, mother'," Wanda laughed.

"Yes, mother dear," they all laughed back.

"OK, now that you've accepted that you can be whatever you want
to be, let's decide how we're going to do that.  Any ideas? 
Well, let me pick on somebody.  Jennifer, come on up here.  So,
what makes you 'prim and proper'?"

"Hair up.  Nothing sexy."

"With your legs?  You can't help but be sexy," Laura muttered.

"RIGHT!" Wanda yelled again.  "Does Jennifer look sexy?"  They
all agreed that she did.  "But why?"

"Short skirt."

"Her legs."

"But this does look proper for a librarian.  It is proper.  I
guess I picked the wrong person.  OK, class, let's pick on Laura. 
Does she look sexy?"

"Kinda," Debbie shrugged.

"Why?"

"It's tight."

"But it doesn't show off her boobs," Kaitlyn added, twisting her
mouth in thought, her head tilted.  "You've got too much butt for
Kat Woman.  I mean, it's different and kind of sexy but you'd
look sexier in... I don't know, but something that makes the most
of what you have."

"Or minimizes it, in the case of your butt.  Do you know how much
butt you've lost?" Wanda asked Laura.

"Enough that my old pants won't stay up," Laura blushed,
remembering the shorts that Bill brought for her over the
weekend.

"So you're a future Kat Woman," Wanda pronounced.  "As soon as
you're Kat Woman size, if--and that's _IF_--you want to get down
to that size.  OK, gals.  Our challenge is to make Laura sexy. 
Is this a big challenge?"

"Not with those boobs," Kim snickered.

"Well, what role from the wheel should we make her?"

"I vote for whore house madam," Kaitlyn suggested.  "Dolly Parton
isn't exactly skinny."

"So it's 'Best Little Whore House in Texas'," Wanda laughed.  "Do
you agree, Laura?"

"I'm no Dolly Parton."  But she also remembered how much hubby
liked corsets.

Wanda bowed her head and folded her hands.  "Let us play.  Oh
Lord, give us the inspiration to make sure that this lady, Laura,
our friend, classmate, and sometimes lover, fulfills her duties
to her husband by becoming the best whore house madam that ever
was.  Everybody say 'AMEN'."

They laughed as they echoed, "Amen!"

"How do we start?" Wanda asked.

"Corset.  Sexy one with wide straps." Kaitlyn answered quickly.

"How 'bout some falsies to make even more of her top?  At one
time or another, every woman I know wants more up here," Wanda
told her class, cupping under her boobs and pushing up.  "But
none of you are candidates for augmentation, so some temporary
enhancement will do.  First, let's try my favorites."  She went
to a cupboard and came out with a pair of latex half breasts.

They laced Laura into what they all agreed was the sexiest corset
on the racks, a boned, black lace, 'Merry Widow' number, and
retightened the lacing twice.  Wanda and the class helped Laura
try on half a dozen different kinds of falsies.  In the end,
everyone agreed with Wanda that the soft latex temporary
augmentation looked and felt best with the corset.

As a group, the class decided that a madam needed whores so they
all picked out sexy lingerie to "advertise" their bodies.  While
they did so, they discussed prostitution.

"To some extent, we're all whores," Wanda insisted.  "Women sell
a smile and conversation for a meal.  That's what most dates
are."

"But prostitution involves sex.  The physical body in some sort
of sexual activity," one of them stated.

"Not really," Darlene argued.  "I've read that a lot of times all
the guy wants to do is talk.  That's why we're taking all these
classes on communications."

The discussion included the differences between 'street walkers',
workers in a bordello, and classy call girls and escorts.  Much
of their knowledge of prostitution came from the movies and all
agreed that their favorite was 'Pretty Woman' because of the
romance.

Everyone looked sexy when they went to supper.  It was there that
Wanda told them, "You've done great.  Do you realize that you've
become whores for the night?  Bordello whores right out of the
movies.  Your guys would love it.  And, oh, I almost forgot. 
Laura?  Your hubby's visiting tonight."
