Chapters Ascension in the East Chapter 6
As lunchtime approached, Steven’s mind was all of a whirl. Much of it was connected with the previous evening; he was still struggling to believe what had taken place. At dinner he had seen his wife - wife, yes, wife; he was still struggling to mentally comprehend that he was now a married man - for the first time after her “modifications” as the servants termed them. Jasmine had been beautiful to begin with, but when she walked to the table he had been almost bowled over by her new appearance. Her gorgeous face had been enhanced by some clever makeup that made her almost resemble a doll, whilst on her head she sported the most incredible hairstyle that he had ever seen: an enormous coil of plaited hair, decorated with flowers, jewels and ribbons. But it was below her face that most caught his attentions: her previously humble breasts having been transformed into two magnificent orbs that strained beneath the tight silk of her ao dai. They were huge and so inviting! Ok, maybe not so enormous as those of the maids whose breasts were easily each as big as their owner’s head, but impressive nonetheless and perfectly round, like two balls grafted onto her chest. And below that chest, her waist, never thick to begin with, seemed to be narrower whilst her hips splayed out into a full bottom that also similarly strained against the fabric of her costume. She was a vision of female beauty - nay, sexuality - and he could not stop staring at her all throughout the meal whilst his newly-enlarged member could not stop straining against its fabric prison.
And as the meal progressed with the food and drink they imbued, those feelings only grew; both him towards her, but he also noticed Jasmine repeatedly glancing through the table at his aching tool, as if it was made of glass, biting her plumped up lip. Straight after the meal, both elected to retire to their joint chamber, and the moment that they were through the door they threw themselves on each other with a raw, unrestrained, animal lust. Whereas before he had felt somewhat inadequate, now he felt… he didn’t have time to even think what, just he felt and he felt and he felt. When they both finally desisted several hours later, they fell asleep in each other’s arms immediately.
Upon waking, they were at it again, though this time there was a slight difference. In the night, Jasmine has taken out her braid and now her long, long hair splayed out all around her. Steven loved it when she climbed on top of him and the hair covered them both, like their own private shroud, hiding the two lusty lovers away from the watching world, making it secret and all the more special. Perhaps because of this or perhaps not even though they had sated themselves beforehand, over breakfast both were looking at one another again with the same eyes as the night before, desperate for more. When he had been called away to meet a certain “Honoured Chandarith” and was told that Jasmine needed to be elsewhere, he felt devastated.
Honoured Chandarith turned out to be his tutor in the necessary skills and arts of becoming the emperor. His job was to explain to Steven what to do and say and why. And that started with his name. “From now on you shall no longer be Steven but Nguanamthom,” stated the advisor. Since Steven could not even pronounce the word, he asked why and was curtly told that Western names are degenerate and unfitting for Sukhothai people, nevermind royalty, and that Nguanamthom was the name of an ancient monarch of the land. Steven then asked about the changes made to his penis, and it was explained that this was all to do with him becoming an incarnation of Ragaraja. “How can you become a symbol of fertility with a small penis?” Honoured Chandarith had asked him, a question for which Steven could not think of an answer. “But why do I feel so sexually excited now?” he then asked. “Because the deity is already entering your body,” replied his new teacher. As a rationalist, Steven had objections to this answer but he did not voice them. “When I saw Jasmine, I felt that I could hardly control myself,” he continued. “This is to be expected and it is healthy; she is your wife after all, the one with whom the fertility god mates. And also she is beautiful I believe, doubtless more so following her own progressions toward divinity. You - as in the boy that arrived here a few days ago - feel attracted to her - as in the girl who also arrived here a few days ago - and so you have desire, but also Ragaraja who now starts to dwell within you recognises and feels desire for His eternal consort Sowathara and is compelled to mate with her. It is understandable.” In the interest of fully accepting his new role, Steven was instructed to now always wear a royal sheath, if not the finely decorated one he wore on his wedding day.
Following this, the day became more boring and, with only an old man to look at, Steven felt his longings and urges lessen, although whenever he thought fleetingly of either Jasmine or the maids, his tool would stiffen a little in its sheath. Instead of sex, he had to concentrate on making speeches, a major part of the emperor’s role. Honoured Chandarith coached him on how to speak eloquently without his foreign accent, and he spent hour after hour reading texts extolling religious virtues or congratulating people in one way or another. It was dull but necessary and eagerly he looked forward to a little time with his wife (or maids) again.
That wife was now engaged in her own form of education which was far less staid. She had been taken away by her maidservants for some “training” very much connected to her role as an incarnation of Sowathara. They returned her to her bedroom where she was stripped naked again and this time some impressive sex toys were brought out. “A wife’s primary goal in life is make pleasure for husband,” explained Somanass. “Now we teach you how to pleasure!”
This rather excited Jasmine who, ever since she had returned from her modifications, seemed to have acquired a far greater desire for sex and was always thinking about it. However, what the maids had in mind was not what she expected, for instead of pleasuring her love cavern, instead they ordered her to kneel on all fours on the bed and then started to go to work on her bottom hole. Immediately she rebelled but Somanass was quite firm that it was necessary, explaining that noblemen in Sukhothai expected to use both holes and that her rear one thus required training as it was currently too small and tight to accommodate her husband’s new, mighty member. This training involved the insertion of a pink plug into the orifice. It was not large and Sukhumala lubricated both the plug and the hole well with a fragrant oil before teasing it in. Having something inserted in that place was a strange experience for Jasmine, though far more pleasant - once the initial, painful insertion had taken place - than she had expected. After it was in though, the maid started pumping a tiny pump attached to the plug and, to her astonishment, it began to expand inside her. After several pumps, it was declared suitable and the pump was removed leaving the plug in place and now so large inside her, that it was impossible to remove. “But what am I to do?” protested the young empress. “Mazesty, it stays there, always. That is how your hole is getting larger.” Jasmine got up and tried walking about with the plug inside her. She felt full and bloated but at the same time the sensation was quite pleasant, almost a turn-on, and she found her hand straying towards her pierced pleasure nub. “No Mazesty, not you! I will help!” protested Somanass, leading her mistress back to the bed and then lowering her face over Jasmine’s private area.
So the butt plug stayed and was joined by a large pink dildo, even larger, Jasmine thought, than her husband’s new member. This was inserted after Somanass had finished her ministrations and her mistress, still panting from the exertions, was in no position to object. Attached to the dildo was a leather strap that went between her bottom cheeks and then was joined to a similar belt. Once it was inside, she felt so full that it reminded her of when she coupled with her husband following his penis enlargement, for she’d had the same sense of fullness then and enjoyed it immensely. So, the dildo too was to become a permanent feature, an ever-present reminder of her main function in life from now on. As she made her way slowly to the dining room for her evening meal with her husband, conscious of the two plugs filling her inside with every sway of her enhanced hips, Jasmine felt more like a sex object than a real-life girl.
That night, after their initial bout of lovemaking, the royal couple exchanged stories of each other’s days. Steven was fascinated by her wife’s plugs whilst Jasmine thought what he had had to endure sounded far less fun. However, the following day she discovered that making speeches was to be an important part of her role too and most of the day was spent repeating phrases and full speeches in Sukhothai, a language that Jasmine barely spoke at all (in sharp contrast to Steven who had been brought up with it being spoken in the house). However, the task was made even more difficult by another addition to her wardrobe: a tight corset! Sukhumala explained that noble Sukhothai women all had their breasts, bottoms and lips augmented as had both the maids and their mistress, but in addition to this a tiny waist was deemed to be desirable as a symbol of sexual attractiveness and also of the fact that Sukhothai noble ladies are not required to work. Jasmine’s corset was a short one that finished underneath her ballooning breasts. It was made of white silk but boned to such an extent that it stayed rigid even when not being worn. When it was laced onto her she found it pleasantly supportive, then tight, then really tight and constraining and then so tight that it made her feel dizzy and she ordered the maid to stop. This order was ignored until a few more tugs later, when Jasmine felt herself floating away, the laces were finally tied. Sukhumala announced with disdain that it was still two inches from closing, making her waist a “broad” 24 inches. So it was, that as she repeated ad nauseum thankyous and bridge opening speeches in a language that she barely spoke, she had not only the tingling on her clit and nipples caused by the rings, and the feeling of the plugs in her two holes, but also a restrictive and crushing corset to cope with. That said, that evening as she went for dinner, the look on Steven’s face when he saw her new look almost made it worth it, and that night he could not keep his hands off her tiny and rock hard waist as he rammed his member into her front hole.
Whilst Jasmine had been learning speeches, Steven had spent the day being taught by the Honorable Chandarith about the empire that he was to rule. He learnt all about the different provinces, the current issues with the Muslim separatists in Sumatra who had caused the deaths of all the royal family a few weeks before, and then also about the different social classes in Sukhothai.
It transpired that there are four classes or castes in Sukhothai society and that how they live is very strictly regimented. At the bottom is the Sudra caste, which basically consists of the working classes; whilst above them are the Wesia, the merchants and businesspeople. Above the Wesia are two more, parallel castes, the Brahmana who are the priests and religious, and the Satria who are the nobility from which the royal family are drawn. The Honorable Chandarith - who was a Brahmana - explained that one of the easiest ways to tell them apart was how the females of each caste appeared. Sudra females did not enhance or modify their bodies at all, this being against Sukhothai law, whilst Wesia women were allowed - although many could not afford to - increase the size of their breasts to a maximum of 1000ml and augment their lips. With the Brahmana and the Satria however, things were quite different. Brahmana women, due to their immense piety, stayed covered at all times, only showing themselves to their husbands. In contrast the Satria women modified themselves extensively. It was considered a disgrace for a Satria woman to have breasts smaller than her head and all of them also enhanced their buttocks and facial features too as well as other areas. Steven now understood why Jasmine had been kept so hidden since even now she still did not reach normal Satria standards, and he suspected she may be having more mods to come. But what of the men, he wondered? The Honorable Chandarith then went on to explain that, since it would be inappropriate for a Satria male to have a smaller penis than a Wesia or Sudra, all had the same enlargement operation that he had undergone and this was why their costumes with the elaborate penis sheaths were designed thus: they emphasised the virility of the wearer.
This made some degree of sense to Steven, although it didn’t help him with his problem which was, namely, the penis sheath. You see, the decorated sheath was slightly larger than his member, even when erect (which was quite often these days), so when he was sexually excited, the penis would stiffen and brush against the silken lining, but, since the sheath itself was rigid, there was nothing that he could do to relieve the tension and so during his long and boring speech-making sessions, if his mind happened to wander towards a mental image of Jasmine or one of the maids, the tension became unbearable and it would be some time before his member would calm down again. Slowly he was beginning to realise that not everything about being an emperor would be so easy.