They had fallen asleep, or more appropriately passed out afterwards, in each other's arms. Sometime around two am, they had woken. "I think you need a shower, and I think I need another one," she complained. They were both dirty from sweat and each other, having not had the energy to get cleaned up afterwards.

Once in the shower, Phil had knelt on the tiles and went down on her again, easily getting her to cum a third time as she watched him, and the water ran over her and around his mouth. She tried to return the favor, and had, perched forward on the little built in corner seat, relishing the feel of his hardness between her lips as she licked him up and down and periodically stopped to swallow some of the water running over them both; but he had stopped her before she got him to completion, spinning her around and wedging her with her hands down on the seat to take her from behind. It wasn't exactly comfortable, but Zia was finding that she couldn't get enough of his apparent obsession with her.

He had dragged himself out of bed in the morning, earlier than he would have liked when they had gotten the call that Ken wanted him to start with a first training session, stating that he had waited long enough for Phil's arrival and wanted to get started.

Zia had gotten to sleep in about an hour longer, when she received a call from Miranda that Claire would be arriving soon to see her. She got up, found some clothes from the walk-in closet that she swore was larger than half of her old apartment, and was fixing coffee and munching on a bowl of cereal with blueberries when Claire knocked on the door.

The red head arrived looking as beautiful and put together as always. She explained that the kids were currently at school and daycare, and she had taken the morning off to come see her.

"Thanks for coming, Claire," Zia greeted. "I'm glad you're here now and not a couple of days ago when I was still pissed at you and everyone else."

"Sorry about that and that things went down the way they did, but hopefully you're starting to understand why," Claire offered.

"Starting to," Zia responded. "You and Owen were really happy living here and with all this?" she asked.

"Best years of my life prior to having kids with said man, yes," Claire encouraged. "Ken and Miranda may caution that they are taking away some of your freedoms, but the experience that they give you in return is freeing in itself. I learned how to be the truest version of myself while I was here. Life at the compound will give you the purest sense of a community of support that you will ever probably have."

"Is it strange that we've been given your old rooms?" Zia questioned.

"It's just the way it worked out with timing," Claire explained, "but I also feel like its things coming full circle, and I like that."

They were sitting at the kitchen table, with mugs of the coffee Zia had prepared.

"I also wanted to see if you have any questions about sexual expectations around here?"

Zia choked and nearly spit out her coffee. She coughed, gasping in air. Claire didn't miss a beat and stood to go into the kitchenette, returning with a glass of water, obviously knowing her way around the place.

She held out the glass, which Zia accepted and took a few sips of, until her throat stopped burning. She swallowed again and looked up at Claire. "Ok, lets try this again, What?"

"I assume that you've figured out that a big part of your expectations around here is to keep your man not just serviced, but well serviced."

"You make it sound like I'm a glorified sex slave."

"In a way, you are. Just be thankful that Ken and Miranda are so adamant about the sanctity of marriage and that they extend that to commitment with the unmarried couples as well. But, yes, as soon as you accept that a main portion of your life is giving and achieving orgasm, and that not only is that ok, its fracking brilliant, you'll be much better off."

Zia swallowed again, hard. Claire had never talked this way in front of her before. The woman had always been professional, never so blatantly crass.

Claire shrugged, "I was just figuring that you've probably never had the opportunity or experience to really learn how to let yourself go. If I'm right, you're going to need some help. I know I did."

"Ok, well, it's not like I've never had sex before," she paused, feeling the need to defend herself. "I mean Phil and I did it twice already, just since last night."

Claire seemed unmoved by her confession. "Do you feel that you'd had orgasms?" she asked as if she was asking about the weather.

"In general, or with Phil?"

"Both."

"Yes, and same answer."

"That's good. Sadly, there are some women who feel that they haven't. You know how some are more intense than others?" Claire asked her.

"Yes," Zia answered, she could definitely attest to that. She had often wondered if there was more to the orgasms that she had felt she had experienced.

Claire continued. "I think that God gave guys the benefit of definitely knowing when they have one and to make up for it he gave girls the ability to have multiples." She paused. "Sex therapists and researchers can actually measure women's orgasm strength from monitoring contractions of the pelvic floor, and yes, they come in levels. Have you ever had sex that when you came you were so blissed out that all you did was lay there utterly spent, not caring that you still had bits and pieces of restraints attached to you, a blindfold over your eyes, and your man's cum on you?"

"No," Zia answered truthfully, not sure if she was more disturbed or more turned on.

Claire watched her expressions and stated simply, "You will."

"How do you know?"

"Because couples get to the level of intimacy around here that that level of release becomes a regular occurrence. Mind you, it won't happen every time, but you will come to live for it when it does."

"And the bondage?" Zia asked.

"Helps tremendously," Claire answered immediately. "When you have to submit, it becomes much easier to let go."

"Who taught you?" she asked, now intrigued.

"Ken."

"Eww."

"Not like that, although I suppose it was almost as bad. He was right there, along with most of the men at the time, the first time Owen and I fucked."

"Umm, sticking with my original assessment. Was he like giving you tips or something?"

"Basically, yes."

"Really? And you were ok with this?"

"Nope, not one bit, up until the second I actually listened to him and had one of the most earth-shattering orgasms of my life. The man knows his stuff, and as an offshoot, basically everyone does around here. Supportive environment, remember? You're encouraged to get everything you can out of your time here, and that includes learning how to have life alternating and mind-blowing sex. There's a reason why couples get and stay happily married around here. When your partner knows you and takes care of you like no one else, no one else is going to do it for you. You're locked in," Claire laughed at her own apparent joke, "literally and figuratively. So, figure out who and what you need to help you, but don't be afraid to ask. No one is going to be embarrassed by it."