2 Magic Marbles
Part 1 — His Bauble
I followed the instructions for my marble, getting out of the bath once it had become too cool to be enjoyable anymore. I dropped the marble into the tub. Unsurprisingly it just sunk to the bottom and slowly rolled toward the plugged drain uneventfully. I closed the door on the bathroom and was surprised to find my wife already on the bed in a very sexy teddy and stockings. I went to lay with her (having set an egg timer in the bathroom to 15 minutes already). I spooned with my wife holding her body to mine, both of us facing toward the bathroom. She reached her upper arm behind my head, turned her face to mine and kissed me deeply while pressing her ass back into my crotch with a little grinding motion. I returned the kiss and reached around to grab a breast through the silky soft material of her light pink teddy. She gasped softly, and I pinched her nipple playfully hard. She squeaked quietly and grinned taking a little playful nip at my upper lip in return. For the next few minutes I pet her body with my free hand, and just as I was reaching into her panties, the timer in the bathtub went off. With a groan of despair, my wife let go of the back of my head (she had kept her arm there to guide my kisses to the back of her neck while I pet her). She spun off of the bed and stood there watching me expectantly. Even though she tried to look at my seriously I could tell she was having a hard time pulling off the look. She chanced a glance down at my cock and smirked with a hungry look in her eyes while she bit the corner of her lower lip, but only for a second before recomposing herself to look serious again. I knew better though, her look was not fooling me, she was hardly restraining herself. I could see that her nipples were hard, and her chest was flushed with color.
I got up and went to the bathroom. What I found kind of took me by surprise. The bathtub was void of water or bubble bath suds, and all that was left was what looked like a wet skin toned plastic bag with 2 large and 2 smaller golden hoops sewn into it. As I lifted the “bag,” I realized that it was neither wet nor was it plastic. It was more like a super fine shiny silk. It seemed to just roll off my fingers when I attempted to lift it. It took some concentration to pick it up as it just seemed to slide out of my hands like dry sand. Holding it up higher I also realized that the hoops were somewhat flexible and that they were attached on the outside of the fabric not contained inside. A little more inspecting let me see that the fabric was designed to be some type of garment. Just like my wife’s super small sexy pairs of panties it took me a while to figure out which holes went where. Then it dawned on me. It was some kind of body sock that would cover most of the torso leaving 2 of the gold hoops at the upper arms a couple inches from the armpits and 2 of the golden hoops at the upper thighs. The head and neck would come through the cloth at an opening that was seamless though I did notice the tiniest finest gold zipper I had ever seen at the base of the V-neck. The entire garment was otherwise seamless. “Honey?” my wife called from the bedroom. One last look at the fabric and it dawned on me. The skin tone of the cloth did not match my skin at all, but I had a sneaking suspicion that it would be a perfect match for my wife’s.
Meeting my wife half way (she was coming to check on me), I held the garment up to her without a word while she just looked at it slightly stunned. Wherever the garment touched her skin, it blended in so well that you could not even really see where it stopped, and she started. Well, you could still see that it was shinier than her real skin and it blurred the beauty marks that could hardly be seen through its thin fabric. I pressed the garment to her chest, and as the cloth stretched around her breasts and stomach she sucked in a gasp of air, and her knees went wobbly, and she fell to the floor panting. Now it was my turn to be stunned. I was still standing there holding the garment out where her chest had just been when I heard her say “WOW, just…. WOW” from below. “I almost came! What the hell is that thing, and help me up, my legs and arms feel weak.”
I laid the garment down on the bed, having to readjust it because it tried to slink off the edge on its own like so much water on an umbrella. I stepped back to ire it. “Is it for me?” my wife asked. “I’m pretty sure it is. You know I really thought that the marble was going to create something for me, not for you, but we will see when it’s all said and done… put it on.” The last part had come out a little like a command, a little too stern, and the memory of the silver Crown crept into my mind for a fraction of a second. Looking pleased and a little bamboozled she stepped up to the bed and appraised the garment. “This thing came out of that marble huh? I wonder… ohh… I wonder… wond…” She broke off as her fingers ran over the cloth. The illusion of the clothing being made of water was even more apparent as I could have sworn I saw waves form in the cloth that spread out like ripples in a pond where she touched, but they were so fleeting and unapparent that you could not say if you had seen them or not. I wondered momentarily if this garment was made of the water in the tub that had gone missing, condensed 1000s of times into this “magic” cloth. But realizing how ridiculous that idea was, I pushed it out of my mind.
I watched my wife caress the cloth with her left hand like it was a lover, she was doing more than examining it now, she seemed absorbed in it. Looking at her face, I could see why, her eyes were closed and flickering while her right hand was slowly, seemingly unconsciously sliding towards her crotch. I reached out and grabbed her left arm lovingly. A lot happened at once, at my touch her eyes shot open and rolled right up into her head, both her hands clenched, her knees fell into the bed causing the garment to slink to the floor ing between her thighs on its way down. As the garment caressed her inner thighs my wife let out a wail of pleasure like I had only experienced when we were newlyweds and the sex was fresh and new. She stood there for a moment, her body shaking slightly, her stomach tight while she held her right hand over it and her left hand reached up to grab her right breast, pinching the nipple there. She allowed herself to fall forward onto the bed and she just lay there resting, her breathing fast and shallow, her stomach still rolling with some kind of contractions. She was moaning softly, her light pink teddy had ridden up, and her fantastic ass was exposed to me. I could see glistening wetness between her legs as I noticed that her thighs were pressed together as hard as she could, and her ankles were crossed only an inch from where the garment had fallen. She somewhat looked like she was trying to hold in a piss, but that didn’t matter. From here her sex looked so inviting. The only reason I didn’t shove my hard cock into her right then and there was that her body movements seemed to be that of pure bliss and I didn’t want to interrupt her... whatever this was.
Not having any idea what to do or what just happened I just stood there, stock still in a dazed shock while my wife’s breathing calmed down from staccato shots of air to more smooth rolling sighs. Once she had composed herself some, she looked at me with an expression that told me a million things at once. I could not even begin to explain the understanding that ed between us at that moment, so I’ll just say this: it was mostly a mixture of surprise, excitement, thanks, and determination. After the brief look, she bent down to pick up the pile of cloth on the floor and gasped slightly as she picked it up and set it back on the bed. She had to place one hand on the bed just for balance.
“Honey don’t ask questions and don’t reply, I NEED you to trust me and just do what I say.” My wife said with a tiny bit of lustful desperation in her voice. “I want you to go over and stand by the bathroom until I pick up the raiment and move to the mirror. Then I want you to go lay on the bed being exceptionally quiet. Stay there until I come back to the bed or call for you, I fear that if you touch me while I’m putting this thing on I’ll fall into an orgasmic heap on the floor. If you see me fall down like I did earlier, I don’t want you to come and help me. I don’t want to see you or hear you. If I do, I just know I’ll lose my concentration, and it’s going to take everything I have to get this thing on! Ok?” I nodded and walked towards the bathroom door making a mental note to look up “raiment” on the internet later.
My wife was just standing at the bed again looking down at the pile of cloth now resting on the comforter. I thought for a moment that her will was already faltering. Instead of giving up and fucking my brains out right here and now, she made a grunt of determination and started rearranging the garment to lay flat again. Once she had her bearings on what was up/down and front/back on the thing she picked it up and walked to the mirror. I silently slipped behind her onto the bed knowing that I would be out of sight from there. Opening the neck of the garment and carefully lowering the minute zipper I saw her body shudder and wondered what her expression must look like right then. She lifted her left leg and almost fell over as she lowered her foot into the garment ing her tiny foot through one of the golden hoops sewn there. As she stepped her right foot into the other hoop, I could see that she was losing even more composure. She hesitated slightly, and I could see her mustering herself for the next step. Then without warning she quickly pulled the garment up over her hips and gasped as I watched her fall to her hands and knees panting. She slumped down onto her elbows breathing hard. She looked so sexy, like an animal in heat bent over on the floor; her ass pointing in my general direction. Her knees were wide apart, and her head was down letting her hair fall to the floor. From this angle, I could see that the garment was crotchless and it was all I could do to control myself and not run over and ravish her where she knelt.
It took a little longer for her to compose herself this time. With her head down and her eyes closed, still on all fours, I could see her face. She looked like what I look like when I was trying SO hard not to cum, trying to prolong sex. The pained but pleasurable kind of look that the French have the perfect name for “La petite mort” or “The tiny death.” Soon she was back up on her feet again, this time she kept one hand on the wall to steady herself as she started pulling the remaining cloth up her stomach towards her breasts. Predictably, pulling the fabric over each breast caused her as much pleasure and loss of composure as the hips had but she managed to stay on her feet this time. I could see from my slightly side view that her nipples were hard as rocks and probably more so than they had ever been in memory. Her nipples seemed to be trying to cut a hole in the cloth as the cloth slid over them while she worked her arms into the two arm rings. Now that the garment was on she seemed to have a lot more control over her body and pleasure than I had expected—like she was past the hardest hurdles.
As my wife pulled on the zipper, I was a little surprised to see that it seemed to be stuck. She also appeared to be a little set back by this but being an experienced woman, she went straight to work rearranging the garment. As I watched her nipples slide seductively inside of the garment my wife and I both made noises of surprise when her left nipple popped right through a hole we had not noticed in the fabric, so, she reached over and did the same with the other nipple. Still working on aligning the garment on her body she seemed to know what parts were not fitting just right. She worked on the crotch for about a minute situating it ideally all the while I could see her biting her lower lip trying to control herself working so close to her sex. She dipped a finger into her soaking wet sex and brought it to her mouth. She breathed in her scent and licking it off, her composure was almost wholly eroded now.
She got down on her knees, intentionally this time, and leaned back slightly to sit on her ankles. Her left hand found her left nipple and her right hand found her clit as she started massaging and playing, lost in lust. “Ahem,” I coughed, actually forgetting to be quiet, shocking us both. This seemed to bring her back to her senses. Taking a deep breath and removing her hands from her self-pleasure she reached up and used both hands to pull up the zipper. As it zipped slowly up click… click… click… click… I could see her stomach clench and her eyes tighten with every slow, loud click that resounded like an antique father clock. When the zipper got to its last click, she seemed to have a little difficulty pulling it into its final position, but with a final click…. click…..clack….THUD.. the zipper disappeared. “Oh GOD…., Fuck me! Please, now! Fuck me now!”
The THUD was the sound of her suddenly falling back to the floor, and when I say the zipper disappeared, it was gone, along with the rest of the cloth. The Hoops were still there, well sort of. They were more like closed plates now instead of open loops. Where the hoops had been it was like the arms and legs below that point were gone, just disappeared! She was now a limbless stubbed torso, but she didn’t seem to mind. Or maybe she didn’t care, or possible she didn’t even know yet. She was so lustful, begging for me, that she might not have realized anything “magical” had happened. I jumped off the bed and ran to her, now as hard as I had ever been seeing her helpless on the floor, writhing around desperate for sex, genuinely like an animal in heat. The way she was begging, you would have thought it was killing her not to be filled by me, she just kept begging for me to fuck her, to be in her, to fill her up and make her complete. I was kneeling at her hips looking down at her pleading face. I grabbed her under the arm stubs intending to pick her up and take her to the bed, but as soon as I had hugged her to me she kissed me, and I was lost. The kiss was like that of a thirsty woman drinking from a fountain after a desert sun. The feeling of her breasts on my chest, her nipples piercingly hard, and her breathing sharp and quick set me on fire. I felt more connected to her than I ever had, though connected in an animal lust way that was uncommon in our bedroom. We often connected emotionally, but this was something new, and I had to have her now. I had to fuck her; at that moment there was nothing in the world that would have tempted me not to.
As I knelt on the floor, I lifted her body up so that her chest was on my chest, her breasts pressing into my shoulders. Her head was slightly above mine and she was reaching down desperate to feel my lips on hers. Her body felt light and lithe squirming in my arms. I could feel her bald pussy rubbing on my stomach seeking out my cock like a hungry animal. I pulled away from our kiss and pulled her face from mine to look into her eyes. Suddenly and without warning, she stopped squirming and controlled her breathing somewhat. She was frozen, almost hypnotized by my gaze and I thought again about the silver crown, and I bet she was thinking about that choker. While gazing unblinkingly into her eyes she looked back at me, and again, a million thoughts ed between us, but anyone could have seen that I was going to fuck her, and she knew it. Watching her closely I started to lower her body very slowly. Like the click of the zipper, it was painfully slow, but she did not move or blink, she just stared at me, knowing, sharing the moment of anticipation. Then we touched. My cock found her clit and her eyes rolled into the top of her head. She started breathing fast again, but still, she did not move. I found it amazingly erotic to be in control like this, to watch her eyes filled with pleasure, desire, lust, and anticipation, unable to help herself to the cock that was pressing so close to her sex. We both knew that I was going to fuck her and there was nothing she could do about it, and we both knew that she could not have resisted me even if she had wanted to. She needed me in her and she was giving herself to me entirely, unreservedly.
As I twitched my cock on her clit to tease her some she opened her eyes and looked at me, begging me again without words. I leaned back some to rest the weight of her chest on mine and I slackened my grip around her torso placing one of my arms behind me for . Her body slid ever so slowly down my body, assisted only by gravity and the sweat between our skin. The anticipation was soon over as my cock found its sheath and she sunk down onto it slowly. I could feel her rock-hard nipples dragging down my chest, catching on my skin, they seemed to be the only thing keeping her from falling entirely on me. About halfway down she was still looking into my eyes, intensely, not begging, not relaying any information to me, just experiencing all of the sensations and looking deeply into my soul. Without warning, I leaned forward, grabbed her hips, and pulled down hard forcing my entire length into her depths. Her eyes popped wide open momentarily in surprise and pleasure, but otherwise, she was quiet. I thought for sure that she was going to scream out in surprise and delight but knowing her, knowing me, she probably had seen that coming.
After just sitting there for a little while clearly enjoying the pressure surrounding my cock and the feeling of her breasts caressing my chest as she breathed, I hugged her tight and stood up causing both of us a good deal of pleasure. I was going to take her over to the bed, but on the way, I saw the dresser and figured I would objectify her a little more. Never pulling out I laid her down on the dresser so that I stood at its side. I pressed one hand into the middle of her chest letting her know I was in control and to hold her still. Then I moved my hand to her stomach, pressing down just above her pubic bone to press her g-spot into the tip of my cock. I started slowly fucking her. I didn’t want to cum to fast, but I had a feeling I was not going to have much of a problem getting it up quickly when needed. At first, I just pulled out slowly taking about 5 seconds and pushed in taking another 5 seconds, but I didn’t want to press in all the way. I did my best to deprive her clit of any , wanting to give her a purely g-spot/vaginal orgasm. As time ed my pace quickened. By the time I was up to one full stroke per 1 second she was already cumming. I could feel her stomach tightening and I could feel her pussy pulling on my cock trying to keep me in and take me deeper, she wanted me to slam into her clit, but I controlled myself. A little bit before I was going to come I started fucking her faster and pounding all the way into her, leaning in to make damn sure I was hammering my pubic bone on her clit. I could feel her orgasming again. Whatever this suit had done to her it had more than made her more than just multi-orgasmic. I didn’t know how many she had had tonight, but it seemed like she had had a hundred already. I guess the marble realized that an exciting, loving desperate limbless cum slut fuck toy was just what I needed tonight, and it had provided.
I pulled out of her, causing her to look up and give me the first truly nasty look I had gotten all night. Although when I walked around to her head and shoved my cock in her mouth, she took it all the way in without any complaint or resistance and I came deep in her throat. I could see her looking up into my eyes, holding her breath, swallowing on my cock and my cum. I stayed in her for what seemed like way too long to be reasonable, especially considering how out of breath she was, but it didn’t seem to bother her. Another effect of the magic I guess.
Moving back around I stuck myself back into her pussy and pulled her up into another hug and carried her over to the bed I sat down keeping myself in her. After resting quietly, my wife’s mind seemed to be returning somewhat to normal. She complained about me teasing her by leaving my cock in her. I smiled and teased her by explaining that it was for her safety to carry her that way and we both laughed. I lay her down on her back—on her side of the bed—putting her head on her pillow and I nestled up against her, holding her. After cooling down for probably at least 20 minutes, she spoke first.
“That was the most amazing experience of my life. I mean the way that raiment made me feel just when I touched it. You have no idea what it was like to put it on. Imagine trying to put your legs through the holes of an orgasm, that’s about what it felt like. I know I’ve never lusted like that before and thank god for the lust; the shock of instantaneously losing my legs and arms, falling to the floor, and bumping my head might have just about given me a heart attack. That raiment definitely did something to my libido, there is no way I could have cum that much and not have had an aneurysm or something!”
I blurted out the first thing that came to my mind, “What is a raiment?”
“Huh? Oh, um... It’s especially fine or decorative clothing. Anyways, you think I’m attractive like this?”
“Well not all the time, but for a couple hours, it’s really fun! Knowing it’s going to wear off is really helping though.” I replied.
“I have to it, I feel like nothing more than a fuck toy, I mean really, how useful could I possibly be for anything else like this. I know it will wear off, but right now I feel like this is my only use. Because I know it’s not permanent, I kind of like how it feels.”
I paused… not knowing what to say, but I knew my silence would get her talking again (after all she had changed form not changed sexes, and man, could she talk if you let her get going!).
“Well… anyways…” She blushed some. “I think it’s kind of sexy. I mean I want to be a good wife, but I don’t mind being your fuck toy every now and then. Sometimes, when I daydream, I wonder what it would be like to be a sex toy. A blow-up doll or a latex vagina. Why am I even telling you this? You must want this, and the suit’s magic is providing, a loose-lipped woman, because I thought I would never have the guts to tell you this stuff and I had resigned myself to just daydreams. I mean imagine what it would be like to be good for only one purpose and knowing that you don’t even have to do the work. Life would be stress-free, aside from always waiting ’till you were needed again. Put away in a drawer, under the bed, or in a box, hopefully, cleaned and well taken care of, but otherwise discarded between uses. Then one day someone pulls you out of your hiding place and uses you, without regard to your feelings, just uses you to meet their needs. Just a relationship of pure lust, pure sex, just fucking. Anyways... I’ve masturbated to thoughts about that before. I never wanted to be one, I just wanted to experience being a fuck toy, and now I can, well if you will let me.”
“What do you mean if I let you… aren’t you already a gimp?”
“Well, it’s different… I’m on the bed and you’re caressing me, that’s not how you treat a fuck toy. I want to be objectified. I know you read stories about it online, I’ve seen what you read since you don’t mind me looking. In fact, the stories you read are where I even got the idea from in the first place. I love those stories were the loving wife accidentally poisons herself and transforms into a rubber fuck doll until he cums in her to break the spell. Please?”
“Umm… how? How do I objectify you?”
“Why not put me back on the dresser again and go down to have a drink, I’m sure you’ll think of something.”
Now limp I could not ‘forklift’ her over to the dresser, so I did the next best thing; I carried her under one arm, less lovingly than I would usually have, and walked her over to the bathroom. Looking surprised my wife did not comment or complain as I opened up the bathroom closet where we keep all the towels. I placed her on top of some towels on the second shelf from the bottom and then set 2 neatly folded towels on top of her chest, and without saying a word, I closed the closet door.
After coming upstairs from having a drink, I had a plan on how I was going to objectify my wife, and still enjoy it. I went straight to the closet where we keep our locked suitcase with all our bondage gear in it. I got out a couple items and placed them on the bed. Then I went into my wife’s dresser and pulled out a sexy pair of panties and nylon sack designed to wash your delicates in. Lastly, I placed a video camera on the dresser so that it could see the bed and the floor next to it. I know my wife would want to see this later.
I went and retrieved my sex toy (my temporarily magically quad-amputee wife) from the bathroom closet where she had been “stored” while I got a drink. Before removing the spare towels, I had placed on top of her I took the pair of sexy panties and pulled them over her head effectively blindfolding her. The cloth was thin, but it would be enough to make her feel enclosed until I was done with her proper preparations. I picked up my toy and carried her to the bed laying her on her back. I could see that she was still very wet—she had leaked all down her ass crack—and I’m sure onto the towels in the bathroom. I took the sizeable purple ball gag from the pile on the bed, rubbed it all over her pussy getting as much of the excess pussy juice as I could onto the ball gag and then placed it against her lips. Noiselessly she accepted it, so I bucked it around her head then buckled the strap that goes over the head effectively capturing and holding the panty blindfold in place. Next, I grabbed a pair of large safety pins that we never use and unceremoniously placed one on each nipple inciting a small riot from my toy as she squirmed and grunted in distaste. These safety pins didn’t pierce her flesh, I had just spread out the metal and allowed the safety pins to close around and pinch her sensitive nipples from top and bottom. For this undesirable behavior, she received a swat on the ass that stung which that quieted her down instantly. Last I picked up a pair of latex panties with dildo and anal plug and worked the anal plug into her pussy to lubricate it. Soon enough she found it pressing deeply into her ass along with its partnered dildo filling her pussy. I pulled the panties up, with some difficulty and arranged the latex so that it looked comfortable. I squirted a very liberal amount of Liquid V onto my fingers and pulled open her latex panties to add it to her clit allowing the latex to snap back into place making her squeal and squirm sexily.
I reached up and removed the nipple clams to another chorus of grunts and moans. Then I lifted her head and started working the nylon washing bag over her head and down her torso. Once the nylon encased her entire body, I tied it in a knot at the bottom and placed the safety pins back on her nipples again. I knew that they would not last long clamped onto the thick nylon, but I had a bit of a private bet going. I was going to turn on the vibrator in her pussy and see which safety pin popped off first, and if it were her right nipple, then she would spend the night sleeping under the bed. If it were her left, she would spend it back in the towel cabinet. A couple of minutes later it was decided, she would spend the night under the bed. When I turned off the vibrator she grunted angrily into her gag, she had probably been close to another orgasm.
I swatted her on the ass again. “Good toys don’t complain about their own pleasure. The only reason you got any pleasure at all was so I could see which safety pin would ‘cum’ off first. Since it was your right you’ll be stored under the bed tonight, which is fine with me, sex toys don’t really belong behind in the towel cabinet were anyone could find them.” I picked her up, pulled out a plastic box from under the bed, dumped out some of the cloths from within and placed her in the box. She fit almost perfectly. Her leg stubs were pressed against one short side of the box while her arm stubs pressed slightly against the long sides. Her head had a little clearance which I filled with some of the clothes I had taken out. I also added some cloths around her ribs for good measure securing her in good and shoved the box under the bed. I turned both vibrators inside her to random before turning off the video camera I had set up on the dresser and listened to her moan all the way out into the hall.
I figured I would watch a full-length movie to keep my mind off her while she was in “storage.” I knew that by morning she would have returned to her usual form, so I needed to make sure to store her under the bed in such a way that she would have the room to get her limbs back. The box storage was just for fun right now.
After I finished watching the movie, I prepared dinner for two… well… one and a half (sorry, I had to) and brought it upstairs with me. I knew that now was not the time for a meal, though we would both be eating. I turned on the video camera again, this time pointing at the head of the bed. I pulled the box out from under the bed, lifted her out her box, and setting her up on the bed. I undid her nylon bag and pulled it off of her. She was panting now, probably just having had a random vibration session drive her mad. If the vibrators had been on her clit, she would have cum by now, but having the vibrations muffled by her sex they would not usually have been strong enough to get her off. I unstrapped her ball gag and took the panties off her head. I had a plan, and it was going to take some maneuvering. I removed the latex panties and vibrating plugs from her sex leaving her fully nude. I got up and stripped knowing she was watching me, then I got back on the bed. I sat at the head of the bed so I could lean on some pillows against the headboard. Once in position, I pulled her over to me and picked her up in a hug. This time there was no waiting, no anticipation. I just placed her onto my cock and pressed her all the way down onto it, I intently watched my cock split and spread the lips of her sex and avoided looking her in the eyes the entire time. I was trying to imagine her just being a toy. She seemed to be enjoying herself and was a little disappointed when I just let her flop unceremoniously onto her back, though my cock was still buried deep in her. In this position, she was on her back, and my legs were bent around her with my feet at her ears. She was trapped between my legs and impaled on me, now ignored.
I leaned back on the headboard and grabbed the TV remote. I turned on the TV and started watching one of the porn flicks that I always thought she would have liked (porn with a plot), but never had gotten around to watching with her. I fast forward to a threesome that I rather liked, one where the girls actually pleased each other. This is one of those where the guy is just there to help while the girls suck, nibble, lick, and pleasure each other. Not one where it’s a guy fucking a girl while another girl masturbates then swaps. I grabbed the bowl of fruit off the nightstand, setting the cold metal bowl on her stomach and started eating. After getting about 1/2 my fill I “found” a banana (like it was some kind of surprise or something) in the bowl. I moved the bowl to the nightstand again and pulled her up to “sitting” position. I spun her around on my cock, so she was facing the TV (letting her get a good eyeful of the two girls now in 69 position while the guy was banging the one on top from the rear). For good measure I spun her around a few more times, since I could, then I lay her down gently, this time on her chest, still impaled on my cock. I grabbed up some lube and pressed the banana into her ass. Up unto this point she had been completely quiet, and I had almost forgotten that I had removed the gag. “HEY!” she said, and I smacked her HARD on the ass. She made a grumpy noise than said in a quiet voice “but I’m starving.” “You’ll have to wait, I’m eating right now. You expect me to feed a toy while I’m hungry?” I replied in character. I didn’t know if she was going to get a thrill out of it or hate it, but I figure if something is worth role playing it’s worth role-playing right.
After I was done eating I pulled out the banana and pulled her up to me again, this time I spun her around a couple of times each direction just for my own enjoyment (it’s a very unique feeling). Even with all this spinning, I was surprised that she had not seen the video camera by now, or at least she had not made a comment about it. When I was done with my little “spin the toy” game, I pulled my knees up so that her body was now resting almost fully upright facing me. This pressed her very comfortably deeper onto my cock. I fed her dinner with my bare hands starting with the banana from her ass. I peeled it, and she hesitated as I handed her a piece I had broken off. She was so hungry though that she didn’t hesitate long. As I fed her, I slid some of the food across her sensitive skin, letting a half-eaten cold strawberry chill her nipple, or rubbing a stiff apple slice between her pussy lips along my cock, then feeding them to her. Soon she had eaten her fill of strawberries, orange slices, watermelon cubes, and apple slices. I also gave her some water through a straw. When she was done eating, I resisted the urge to spin her around a few times and just turned her to watch the TV and rested her back against my chest. While her food settled I pet her everywhere, I could reach, played with her breasts, pinched her nipples, and flicked her swollen clit.
After a half hour or so of her sitting impaled on me and watching a porn flick, I decided that I was ready for some more fun. I went to stand up and move her, but she asked me if I would spin her around again, so I did for a little while. I tried just turning her back and forth slightly, grinding her clit into my pubic bone, then I tried changing the angle of her body, and whatever else I could think of testing out. We both enjoyed it for a bit, but now it was time for some good-old toy fucking. I stood up and dropped her onto the bed on her back with a bit of a bounce and turned her so that the top of her head was facing the TV. I put the gag back in and pulled the nylon bag back over her head. I wanted her to feel like an object again and as far as I could tell it was working. With the nylon bag covering her completely I got on top of her missionary style and pressed myself through the opening in the bag and into her sex. I knew that she could see me through the bag, so I stared intently at the porn on the TV while I fucked my toy. I wanted her to see how I would fuck a love doll, I would be watching the TV not looking at the lifeless doll. All of this must have been a huge turn on for her because I could feel her building towards an orgasm, but I was determined to beat her to it and leave her wanting. I started pounding her harder and faster, avoiding her clit. I came before she had a chance and stopped right away. I knew this would drive her mad, but that was part of the plan. After only a few moments rest I skipped the post-coital snuggling and carried her to the bathroom. I placed her on the cold countertop and pulled the nylon up to her neck. I hung her ass over into the sink and used a sponge and cold water to clean every inch of her body below the neck. I then toweled her down, carried her back to the bed, pulled the nylon off her head, and removed her ball gag. Once she was clean, I sat down on the toilet with the lids closed and rested her hips and leg nubs on the edge of the tub and her shoulders and arm nubs on my thigh. Then I used her mouth to clean off my half hard penis, picked her up, carried her back out to the bedroom, put her on the floor, and used my feet to push her under the bed to stay there for the rest of the night. Within an hour of trying to sleep though I got the urge to fuck her again. I pulled her outset her on the edge of the bed face down and fucked her hard and long, this time letting her cum before me. I made her clean me off again then I took her back to the bathroom to clean her up once more before putting her back under the bed. By the time I hit my pillow this time I was so tired I think I just ed out.
When I awoke in the morning, it was to find my beautiful wife lying next to me looking deeply into my eyes smiling like it was Christmas morning. “Morning sunshine,” she said while rolling me onto my back, taking a firm hold of my morning wood, flipping herself up to straddle me, and gliding my cock into her already wet pussy. When her hips came to rest on mine fully, deeply, she just rested sitting on me still smiling broadly holding two flesh colored balls of what looked just like silly putty in one of her hands. “I took my bath this morning while you were sleeping… and I got my gift from my marble!”