2 Magic Marbles
Part 3 — His Experience as her
When I left the bathroom and went upstairs to our bedroom. I expected to go straight into the toy drawer and play with whatever I found in there, but instead, I found myself drawn to the closet. I ed back to what my wife said about the rings changing our “looks, feelings, sexual urges, sex drive and experience” and realized that I should just give in to these new urges. It felt pleasant to touch all my wife’s clothes in her body. My new dainty soft hands skimmed the clothing on her side of the closet and I reveled at the textures, colors, and sensations that were new to me. When I saw her shoes, I had a sudden urge to try them all on, but I could only do one thing at once, so I was going to try on some clothing.
Slipping the sundress off my body—while the smooth, silky texture of the material caressing me—I had a difficult time putting it down. But I had more interesting things to try on now. I tried on a few of my wife’s sexiest bras and panties but they all just seemed ‘restrictive.’ I felt that I would really enjoy trying on the rest of the clothes without the burden of underwear. Next, I tried on some more dresses, but none of them seemed to touch me as sensually as the silk one. None of them poured down my body like liquid silk the same way either. I guess it’s true that women never forget their first… so to say. Naked once again I started trying on some of her stockings and ended up settling into a pair of thigh-high black silk stockings held up with a matching silky black garter. At this point I felt the need for some shoes and poking around behind my wife’s shoe rack I found a box of shoes that looked brand new and unused. They were a pair of sexy strappy black very high heel shoes with a peculiarly large loop at the back end above the heel. I put these on, hoping that this would not piss off my wife. Once I had these heels on I expected to have a difficult time wearing them, but it seemed that this new body was thoroughly versed in very high heel walking and they were surprisingly comfortable, more surprisingly they made me feel really sexy and… and… something else… I could see in the mirror that the way they made me flex my calves to keep my balance at such a steep angle made my legs look amazing. It was strange though how the weird loops seemed to be somehow missing something, but I could not put a finger on it. I continued to search behind her shoe rack and found a few more shoe boxes, but when I opened them, I discovered that they did not contain shoes.
Pulling a dog collar out of one of the boxes I found it peculiar that I wanted to put it on, and even more peculiar that it fit well, and again I felt that unfamiliar feeling now percolating in my blood. I could tell that the collar had been worn before, maybe a few times, but it otherwise looked new. With the collar on I kept digging into the silk and satin bags within these shoe boxes. I found a tube of something called “Liquid V” and read it and determined that it was a liquid clitoral stimulator, and I set it aside, not feeling ‘ready’ for it yet. In the same pink velvet bag as the Liquid V, I found a butterfly-shaped vibrator with a remote control that looked like it had been… altered. The butterfly had straps coming off it. I could tell that they would hold it tight against me if I wore them like panties. I set the butterfly alongside the Liquid V and continued on. In another box I found a bra that I had never seen my wife wear. It seemed to be missing some parts; it was like a regular bra, but with no bra cups, or more like ½ bra cups. I put this bra on and I could now see my breasts held up sexily with my nipples exposed. I thought to myself that they just seemed to be begging to be kissed.
In the same box as the bra I found a weird eyedropper thingy with some tiny rubber bands. Instinctively when I picked it, I knew what it was and what to do with it. I put one of the small rubber bands over the end of it, then I prepared one of my nipples by playing with it, pinching it, and flicking my fingers across it. Once my nipple was hard I sucked my nipple into the oversized eyedropper and pulled the rubber band down onto my nipple then retracted the eye dropper. I was surprised to see that my nipple now stood resolutely out like an eraser in sharp contrast to my other currently un-hardened nipple. Enjoying the binding feeling, I did the same to my other nipple to make a set. I just set aside the last few things I found in the final box in the growing pile of unused discoveries. There were four small padlocks I had not seen before; all the keys were missing. There was a silky black blindfold that matched what I was wearing and a strange silver tube with a ring on one side and a pin that went in the other side with its own ring. I had no idea what that was, but I did recognize the last item. It was a red ball gag, but the inside half of the ball was elongated into a 4′ long 2′ thick cock. This way when I wore it, it would look like a typical ball gag to anyone else, but my mouth would be full-up with a rubber cock on the inside.
Not knowing what I was doing I picked up the pile of unused parts at my side, leaving behind the unidentified silver cylinder. I walked into the bedroom and placed everything on the bed and walked to my dresser. Surprised that my wife’s body would want something from my dresser I submitted my will to see what would happen. It felt kind of nice to let my new body run the show, and the more I let go, the more that “unknown” feeling I felt when I put on the collar crept up inside of me. Now I was starting to feel my new pussy getting wet. Surprised that I still had not played with myself, I let my body continue to open our toy drawer. I pulled out two sets of ankle/wrist leather cuffs with purple fuzz on the inside, a couple pieces of rope, and one more padlock leaving the key behind.
When I arrived back at the bed, my body just seemed to have stopped doing things on its own. I looked around at all the parts on the bed and I just didn’t know what they could all be for. I mean, it was apparent that it was for bondage, but how did some of the other stuff fit in. I focused again on the percolating feeling in my gut and just let go some more, it was getting easier and easier to submit to the whims of my new body. As the feeling rose in my body, I found myself attaching the ankle cuffs to my ankles, and suddenly knew why the shoes were built this way, the ankle cuffs fit right through the shoes binding them on. Once fitted comfortably I locked the cuffs on to my ankles then started working on the wrist cuffs. After locking them on I stood up and put some Liquid V on my clit, and it had no result whatsoever, I got immense pleasure from touching myself for the first time, but the Liquid V seemed to do little more than lubricate me more. Picking up the butterfly I pulled it up like panties and pressed it into my sex. Now, this had an effect; it was a delightful pressure on my sex and it had these little antennae things that slipped under my clit hood and rested around my clit quite nicely. Every time I moved I could feel these antennae lightly teasing me.
Next, I got onto the bed enjoying the butterfly pressing harder into my sex and tied the ropes to the four bedposts and one to the headboard right between our pillows. I pulled my hair up into a ponytail and brought the tail all the way to the top of my head instead of the back. It was only when I started tying my ankles to the bed that I began to feel the effect of the Liquid V. The feeling had snuck up on me thanks to my concentration on what I was doing, suddenly my clit felt warm and tingly and there was a fake pressure there like someone was fingering my clit lightly. Momentarily distracted by this new pleasure, and not really paying attention to what I was doing, I found myself moments later lying on my back with my legs tied spread wide and one of my arms tied above my head. I tried to look down at my handiwork, but my hair was caught on something. I reached up with my free hand and found that I had tied my long ponytail into a knot around a rope attached to the headboard.
Groping around the bed I found the penis gag, and with much difficulty, one-handed, I managed to get it strapped to my head before I realized that this was the first ‘penis’ ever in my mouth, but oddly it felt at home there. I started to feel the need to be filled with something. I could feel the butterfly on my pussy and the Liquid V working like mad on my clit, but I wanted something IN me… scratch that, I wanted someONE in me. Refocusing on my task at ‘hand’ I found the blindfold and added that with some difficulty having only one hand free. Then suddenly I realized I was in full control of my body again. That same strange new feeling was still boiling up inside of me, the desire to submit to my body’s whims, but now my body seemed to have entirely run out of things to do.
With my newfound mental “freedom” I explored my bondage as best I could. With my eyes covered the feelings of helplessness and being tightly bound to the bed seemed stronger. I felt my face and caressed myself behind the ear the way I would have done to my wife in my usual form. I traced my fingers along the silky-smooth neck, thoroughly exploring the skin on all sides, enjoying my own touch. Then, not able to resist much longer I began circling my breasts and teasing my nipples. This only managed to remind me of the pressure of the tiny rubber bands holding my nipples out. I felt chill goosebumps all over my body as I touched softly along my sides, moving down to my stomach and then my mons. Pausing only for the briefest of moments I dove into my new pussy with earnest.
With the Liquid V at work and the constant pressure of the butterfly on my sex I was already really worked up and it didn’t take me long to realize I was climbing towards a powerful orgasm, so I slowed down some. I dove my fingers in and explored the new-found feelings, and I found that my fingers just came up short of ‘filling’ me. That feeling of wanting to be fucked by someone else, to have someone inside of me RIGHT NOW, surfaced again and without warning, just before the peak and my first orgasm I reached over and turned on the remote control, throwing it between my knees on the bed. Totally out of my control my arm reached up with the last lock and secured my final wrist to the bedpost, and I screamed in protest into my penis gag.
Expecting to come on the spot with the vibrator now turned on I was shocked to find that the vibrator was not on, though the Liquid V was still working wonders. I started gyrating my hips trying so hard to get that final rub I needed from the antennae of the butterfly on my clit, but they just were not cutting it. Frustrated and beyond horny I fucked my hips into the air over and over, feeling the fleeting orgasm slowly fade leaving me with only a rolling pleasure far below where I needed to be to get my release.
Unable to do much else I enjoyed the intense feelings that welled up inside of me when I struggled to get free of my bonds. The sense of helplessness and submission… that was what that feeling had been all along… submission. I had never felt that as a man, not genuinely, not like this. I seemed that it was one thing to follow a leader, and another thing entirely to submit yourself to the control of another. I suddenly felt the desire to submit myself to my lover, to beg him for his cock in me, to plead for my sexual release. And I suddenly realized that this is what this was all about, I was not going to get my release any other way, it had to be him/her. Knowing that he/she, my wife in my form was not going to hear me from the bedroom all the way to the office/man cave, I submitted myself further to the predicament I was in.
I pulled on my bonds and tried pressing my sex down into the butterfly, but I was too tightly bound to affect much pleasure upon myself… the WHAMM the vibrator kicked on… It was pure bliss; I could feel myself leaking all over the bed as my pussy muscles clamped down on the growing pleasure. Building, climbing, turning, burning inside of me but it was not to be, almost as soon as it started the vibrations stopped. Well, not stopped, now the vibrator was hitting me with light staccato tickles of vibration, these managed to keep me on edge and I was compelled to submit further to the pleasure. Compelled to let myself enjoy what was given to me and no longer to try to take the satisfaction that I so desperately wanted for myself.
After many minutes of this devilish toy changing modes and turning off whenever it damn well pleased I was pretty much just there in the moment. I still wanted to be fucked, but I no longer desired my pleasure, my pleasure was now left to the control of someone or something else. I enjoyed my close encounters with my very first orgasm but no longer regretted its ing me by over, and over again. Another longtime ed, and I was sweating and still breathing hard, but my body was too tired to do much more than lay there and enjoy what pleasure I was given.
That’s when I felt him touch me.