Retroactive Virginity - Sex~Kitten.net

I work with an amazing variety of women and for the last 45 days we have been sequestered in what amounts to a convent. The Mother Superior has been on a mission to boost the bottom line. As a result we have all taken an involuntary vow of celibacy, and the results are beginning to show. Believe me, we all have been None-s for far too long.

There is something to be said for a vow of silence. I just wish the Novice would take it. Now, keep in mind we are talking about the dimmest light on the tree. In fact, this one is so dim she flickers most of the time. However, the light emanating from this Novice blinds itself. She thinks she is brilliant. Even though she cannot manage to follow the simplest directions, she has had the audacity to announce to the entire building she could do the jobs of four of us with her eyes shut. It's just too bad she can't keep her mouth shut, too. I am tempted to dig out the penis gag and shove it in her mouth and leave it there permanently. Actually, a hood would be appropriate for this one. Maybe with only the slits for eyes she might just be able to focus on her tasks and not meddle. A lot of discipline for this one would be in order. Maybe the shackles for this one might be in order also. That way we could attach her to her desk and keep her from wandering around the room and disturbing personal conversations...on those rare moments when the vow of silence is lifted for a minute or two. Did I mention she is getting on my nerves?

The acolytes think we are wonderful. They think we are positive. We are positively tired. Those aren't smiles of contentment...they are smiles of desperation. The Mama hasn't seen her biker in weeks. Last week he took off by himself on a road trip and left her alone with 12 other women. Mama's Sidekick works diligently, forever worried that Mother Superior will be displeased with her. The furrows in her brow are growing deeper, and she it far too young to have more than one furrow. In order to just see Sidekick, the husband (he works for the corporation) has taken on extra hours that put him in our convent. Mama and Sidekick get a bit cranky regularly. I just want to turn them over the side of the cubicle and use the paddle on them and then send them home to get whatever they can.

It has been so long since all of us have seen significant others that we really do believe in retroactive virginity. Mother Superior believes we should put in a full day's work. That would be fine if the day were only 8 hours long. The choir leaders are pretty much expected to put in 12 hour days. The rest of us put in at least 10. By the time we have sung in the corporate choir for that long, there is no song left for the significant others. The only song we have been singing is "I wanna go home." Cranky partners are leading to cranky None-s. And the ones without partners are cranky, too. They have been too tired to engage in seek-and-find missions at the local watering hole and spa.

The quarter is over; the fiscal year is over. Maybe, just maybe we can find a cure for retroactive virginity. I certainly know I shall try,...as soon as I get some rest.