Birthday Present Pt. 06
Keywords: Birthday, Present, Pt., 06,
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I did not know what I was going to do. Donna had changed so much and had completely taken over our sex life. In fact, I realized, she had taken over my whole life. My life was upside down from what it had been, and in less than a week. I shifted in my chair and felt the butt plug change position. Even after what had already occured, I felt my dick twitch. My nipples had become somewhat numb from the clamps, but every time I moved a little they would protest, calling attention to themselves. I stood and walked to the mirror. I still could not make myself believe that I was looking at myself. I felt a shiver run over my body. I could feel the nylons stroking my shapely legs, the tops pulled taught by the garter straps. I felt the slight caress of the air on my panty covered penis. The plug shifted again as I turned to get my lipstick and returned to the mirror to apply a fresh coat. I open my mouth and applied the lipstick to the top lip, starting just right of center and outlining the curve, gliding out to the edge of my mouth and then repeated the procedure on the left side. I applied some to my lower lip and then moved my lips in and out against each other, completing the process and feeling the smoothness of the lipstick on my lips.
Other than making out in the car when we were dating, we had never let our sexual activities get out of the privacy of our home, or motel room if we were away. Now, all of a sudden, I'm at work, having sex with my wife and having sex with my secretary and my wife having sex with my secretary, and I'm dressed up like a woman and looking like one, too. I just could not get a grasp of what I should do. I felt, inherently, that this whole experience had gone way too far. But I knew that I was caught up in the extreme sexuality of the whole experience, and, like a new junkie, could not get enough. Each new experience left me craving for the next one, lowering my inhibitions to the point that I was taking a huge chance with my security every time I let another person see me in my role as Victoria.
And another thing that confused me was the fact that from the letters and stories Donna had shown me on-line, most men who dressed as women were homosexual or bisexual and attracted to other men. This most definitely was not how I felt. I had no desire to have any kind of an encounter with another man. But in the encounters with Donna and Gail and Jenny, I felt that I was participating in lesbian encounters. But, given the fact that I am a man, they weren't actually lesbian, at least not on my part, even if they were between the girls. The whole situation was confusing to me. I had never cheated on Donna or she on me, but here we were, sharing our sex life with two other women.
Also, sexual control had never been a part of our sex life until now. But the fact of it was that the control was part of what was exciting me. It was as if, because Donna was calling the shots, I did not have to accept responsibility for the deviation from our normal sexual play, allowing myself to be seduced into actions and situations that I would not have considered on my own. I wondered if that was what was disturbing me.
I have always felt like I was pretty much in control of my life and the lead partner in our marriage. And now the only term that I could think of for myself was one I had read on the Internet. Panty slave. Something about the combination of being in panties and having sex in them had done something to my psyche, changing me in some kind of basic way down deep inside. I wondered if Donna was aware of how deeply all of this sexual play was affecting me. I could not even look at women's garments without wondering how they would look on me and how they would feel on my body.
Gail stuck her head in my office and announced another of my clients and ushered her into the room. I repeated my performance from earlier and took care of the business at hand, assuring her that I could take care of her business, even though Mr. Allure was away. Taking her hand as she was leaving, I thanked her for her business and welcomed her back any time.
The day was drawing to a close when Donna called.
"Miss Vickie, I've got some exciting news but I'm not going to tell you what it is until you get home. So please don't delay after work."
"Do you think I'm going to delay dressed like this?" I asked her. "Don't worry, I'll be straight home."
We went through our normal routine for closing the office for the day, except that I was doing it in high heels and a dress. I checked outside before I went out and got in the car. I didn't want to run into any of our business neighbors wondering what I was doing in Mr. Allure's car. Again, the pedals of the car felt awkward in my heels but I managed to make it home fine and, swinging my nylon covered legs out of the car, I made it into the house without incident.
Donna was again in the den and again was dressed in the dominatrix outfit, with the strap-on riding rigidly between her beautiful legs. I felt my penis suddenly start to harden. She had pulled one of our den chairs with wooden legs into the center of the room and I could see the video camera sitting on the entertainment center pointed at the chair. There were pieces of rope tied to all four legs of the chair and a large towel draped over the back. Donna came to me and kissed me passionately, our lipstick covered lips sliding across each others. As we finished the kiss she led me by the hand to the back side of the chair and told me to lean over it. I complied and she tied my wrists to the short lengths of rope and then came behind me and tied my ankles to the rear ropes. When I was effectively hogtied she asked me to try and get loose. I struggled to pull my wrists from the ropes but she had tied them securely and I could make no headway. I couldn't even work my way around the back of the chair because of my secured ankles. My feet were beginning to hurt in the heels so that I was forced to relax on my stomach over the back of the chair, with my rear end destined to be my uppermost part.
Donna reached inside my dress bodice and released the nipple clamps. All of a sudden my nipples were screaming out in pain. They had gone numb in the clamps but as the blood ran back into them, it felt as if the nerves were on fire. Donna dropped the clamps into the seat of the chair and went behind me. She raised my dress up and laid it across my back and slid my panties down to my knees. She went to an end table and picked up some lube, rubbing it over the strap-on. She wiped her hands on a towel and walked behind me. Pulling the plug gently from my rectum, she tossed it onto the towel and slowly slid the dildo into my now vacated channel.
I could not help but moan as the dildo entered me. Donna gently slid it all the way into me until her pelvis rested against my butt cheeks. I felt so full that I thought I would burst. Donna leaned onto me, reaching into my bodice and pinching my sensitive nipples. My whole body clenched as I groaned in exquisite pain. Donna released my nipples and caressed my breasts as she pulled out till only the head of the dildo was in me. As she pushed slowly back into me she again pinched my nipples and again my whole body shuddered. My hair hung around my face and my mouth was wide open in exquisite anguish and pleasure. I ran my tongue across my lips as I struggled for some kind of equilibrium. The strap-on rubbed my prostate gland and I could feel my penis dripping onto the towel.
As Donna pumped in and out of me I could hear her moaning from the sensation of having the other end of the dildo in her vagina. All of a sudden, I exploded, drenching the towel with my love juice and, I know, soiling the beautiful garter around my waist. Donna continued to frenetically pump my ass, thrashing behind me. She had turned loose of my nipples and was holding on to my hips as she pumped in and out of me. As I started to come down from my climax I started to realize the discomfort I was feeling as she continued to pump me. I tried to shift my hips a little, trying to ease the pain. Donna released one of my hips and slapped me on the ass cheek, hard.
"Ouch," I cried. "That hurts now that I've climaxed."
"Well, I haven't yet so hold still." Donna gasped, continuing to hump my rear.
"But, Donna, that hurts."
"You are going to have to learn to take it if you're going to be my lover. I can see that I'm going to have to silence your complaints."
She pulled out of me and I was momentarily thankful. But she went over and picked up the butt plug and went into the bathroom. I heard the water running and in a minute she came back out with the plug. She picked up another piece of the rope and ran it through a hole in the back of the plug. Coming in front of my she told me to open my mouth. I knew where that thing had been and I did not want it in my mouth. I refused to open my mouth.
Donna slapped me hard and my mouth opened as I gasped. In went the plug and with my hands tied I could not force it out with just my tongue. Donna tied the rope around my head, knotting it behind me, tying my hair down. Satisfied with her work, she looked at me for a moment, hogtied and gagged, bent over the back of the chair. I could see her mind working. She went into the bedroom and came back with a pair of black panties and a black satin scarf. She pulled the panties down over my face and then tied the scarf across my eyes, knotting it, also, behind my head.
I actually became frightened at this point because I was so helpless and she was being so forceful. Suddenly, I felt her begin to penetrate me again and I did my best to tighten my sphincter to resist her but she pushed on into my rear passage and again began to pump me. I could hear her moans as she rode me with the double dildo. Suddenly she was talking and at first I wondered to whom.
"This is how I take my little woman when I'm horny. I tie her up and open her rear and pump her till I cum all over her.
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Keywords: Birthday, Present, Pt., 06,