How did it happen that a woman devoted entirely to her home and family, after much hesitation, managed to change her outlook?
An educational training for New Queens
CHAPTER ONE
“Good morning!
This is a meeting we agreed to attend at the request of one of you.
To be honest, we weren’t particularly keen on the idea. The reason for this lies in the distant family connection between one of us (of the two speaking here) and one of the two people who have joined this meeting.
We are here in a capacity (a capacity we have assigned to ourselves) that is clearly defined; we have named ourselves ‘Queens’.
I, who am speaking to you, am the Queen-in-Chief; she, here beside me, is the Deputy Queen.
Why am I the Queen-in-Chief?
Because I am the theorist behind this educational programme.
She, the Deputy Queen, represents the pragmatic side of the aforementioned programme.
Our Course was conceived with the specific aim of being an educational programme.
We shall then, at a later stage, introduce you to the history and the original idea that led to the creation of this ‘School’.”
INTRODUCTION – PART ONE
“We agreed to this partly because, if we succeed in launching this new course, we will have the opportunity to appoint two new ‘Teachers’, who, as a matter of course, will become the new ‘Queens’. We will then see who becomes ‘Head’ and who becomes ‘Deputy’.
I’ll tell you straight away that, regardless of the decisions you yourselves make (that is, whether or not you agree to take part in this training session), you two, Sisters, will be named by us: Bio one, Bru the other.
Bio to Bru: “I still haven’t understood what you’re on about, but what are we doing here? Will you explain it to me?”
Bru to Bio: “Just listen, and you’ll gradually realise.”
The Queen-in-Chief: “The aim of this course is to achieve the Expansion of the Feminine Universe and to Guide the Masculine Universe.”
The Deputy Queen: “The course consists of, and is divided into, three elements: two women and one man.”
Bio: “Excuse me, where’s the man?”
The Deputy Queen: “The man – if you agree to take part in this course – you will choose him yourselves.”
Bio: “Us? What on earth are you on about? We’ve got our own husbands; we couldn’t possibly choose anyone else.”
Deputy Queen: “No, husbands are excluded.”
Bio: “We’re not interested in this nonsense…” Bru nudged Bio with her elbow.
The Deputy Queen smiled: “That’s how this course works.”
Bio: “And what on earth is this farce?! You’re sitting there on those two sumptuous armchairs, perched on a platform no less, whilst we’re sitting here on the floor, on cushions, with our legs crossed just as you told us to… to me, it really does seem like a proper farce…”
Bru, almost in a whisper, turned to her Sister: “Shut up! We were the ones who agreed to take part on these terms…”
Bio: “You, perhaps. I didn’t know anything about it… Can you at least tell me how this course works?”
The Deputy Queen: “First of all, when you come in at the start of the lesson, you must greet the Queens with a curtsy. We’ll explain how later…”
Bio interrupted her: “No! If you don’t mind, I’d like to know right now!”
The Deputy Queen turned her questioning gaze towards the Queen-in-Chief.
The Queen-in-Chief: “First you’ll have to sign a confidentiality agreement, because nothing that has been said, done or will be done may be disclosed outside this gathering.”
Bio: “I’m not signing anything; in fact, I’m leaving…”
Bru, grabbing Bio’s arm: “Wait, at least be curious enough to find out what this is all about…”
Bio: “Ouch! Don’t squeeze so hard…”
Bru: “…sorry…”
Then, continuing: “It won’t cost you anything… at worst, we won’t come back; nobody here wants to hurt you.”
Bio: “All right then, let’s see what this is about. Where do I sign?”
The Deputy Queen: “Over there, next to you, are the pens and two forms. To save on formalities, they’ve already been filled in with your personal details. Sign them!”
Bru and Bio hurried to sign. The terms were quite clear and without any hidden clauses.
Deputy Queen: “Right, now, go outside through that door to my left, close it behind you, and in five minutes knock to ask if you can come back in.”
Bio was growing increasingly perplexed and annoyed, and casting a disapproving glance at the Sister, she thought to herself: “These two are mad.”
The Deputy Queen: “The request for permission to enter must be made by both of you, though not necessarily in unison. Right, go on.”
They went out, closed the door, and then Bru said: “Is it permitted? May I come in?” Then Bio, albeit hesitantly, added: “…is it permitted? May I come in?”
The Deputy Queen: “Yes, of course, you may come in.”
Both Queens were wearing sumptuous, queenly gowns – glittering and ankle-length.
Their tops, equally glittering, were open at the chest, leaving their sumptuous breasts exposed – not enormous, but well-shaped and firm, with areolas that were not excessively wide. At the bottom, the dresses were cut in the shape of an inverted V, leaving their two vaginas exposed. Their pubic hair was neatly combed and revealed, further down, the opening of the labia minora and labia majora, with the clitoris standing out, moist.
The Deputy Queen: “Now you must come closer and kiss our vaginas. First the Queen-in-Chief’s, and then the Deputy Queen’s – mine.”
She continued: “Afterwards, kiss the Queen-in-Chief’s breasts – both of them – and then the Deputy Queen’s – mine.”
Bru hastened to discharge the obligation immediately. Bio was shocked; she couldn’t believe her eyes, and even more so when she saw that her Sister hadn’t batted an eyelid at carrying out that task. Her face had turned red; she could barely breathe.
Bio: “…I… I don’t feel well, I have to go…”
The Queen-in-Chief, calmly, without any sign of distress: “Don’t worry, nothing will happen to you. Calm down, take a breath”, then she left the armchair, stepped down from the platform and went to meet her:
“Come on, don’t worry” whilst her breasts danced close to her face: Bio found herself with a breast right next to her mouth. Bio glanced at the breast surreptitiously, out of the corner of her eye; her head was spinning.
She helped her sit down on the cushion on the floor. She took her hand and reassured her. Bio marvelled at how beautiful that Queen was, with her long, raven-black hair and a well-groomed patch of very dark hair over her vagina.
She trembled at the thought that this woman might soon draw her close to her body and make her do who knows what.
Instead, the Queen-in-Chief returned to her seat. Meanwhile, Bru had approached the Sister, and Bio said firmly: “Don’t touch me! Take me home.”
Bru: “Yes… all right, of course… let’s go.”
They said their goodbyes and left. Bio gave a very faint, almost forced wave.
In the car, Bio didn’t say a word. Bru didn’t dare say anything else. She knew just how furious her Sister was at that moment.
They didn’t speak to each other for some months.
Whenever they met – most often at their mum’s house – Bio would shoot a fiery glare at her sister. Then she’d look at her mum, as if to say, ‘I wonder what she’d think of you if she knew what you’d suggested to me’.
Whenever Bru tried to approach her, she’d turn away in disgust. ‘But at least give me a chance to explain,’ she’d try to say. But there was no way Bio would stop to listen to her; she shooed her away as if she were her worst enemy.
This behaviour went on for several months.
Whenever they met at their parents’ house, Bio kept looking at Bru with contempt, until one day, when they were alone at Bio’s house, Bru finally had the chance to speak to her: She suggested she sit in on a workshop run by another group, so that she could get a feel for the style and calibre of the course they might be taking.
“You’re mad! I’m not taking part in any of this. And don’t even try to persuade me!”
At one point, Bru lifted up her skirt and showed her her hairy pussy – a right hairy forest.
“Can you see it?! This thing here hasn’t had a moment’s rest since it met the Queens and discovered the path they’ve shown it.”
“What on earth are you doing?! You’re mad, stop it,” she whispered. But the hushed tone wasn’t just to avoid being overheard by any neighbours; it was because it awakened something in her that she’d kept hidden, especially from herself: the desire to open her womb wide, stimulate it and reach ecstasy. And in any case, she hadn’t expected Bru to be walking about without knickers at all.
Bru sensed her inner dilemma and she let the tight skirt fall onto her legs, then continued: “Let me at least give it a go to show you there’s nothing vulgar about it.”
“…All right, I’ll come along one more time. After that, if I don’t like it, you won’t have to try to persuade me any more.”