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'Sorry, those are pretty cheap cuffs,' Marta smiled apologetically, and D couldn't help that her eyes went to the bare curve of her breasts, still mostly hidden by black fabric. 'I've got some ointment you can use later, the metal does tend to rub up against the skin something terrible.'

Still gagged, D could do very little to question, or argue a counterpoint to Marta's strange level of confidence. If it had been anyone else this situation would have been terrifying to her, but with Marta she had to admit that her initial reaction was one of curious confusion. The handcuffs weren't ideal, nor was the gag; kinky though they were, they weren't terribly conducive to conversation, which was what D desired, to a certain degree. She did like where this was going, though; she would have to have been a fool to not see that things between them were heading here. After all, this past week had turned Marta into a much more physical being to D, far more affectionate and, well... soft. It had had the sole effect of intensifying every fantasy D had ever had about the blonde.

'So, I figured you'd never really work up the courage to jump my bones on your own,' Marta continued, licking her lips. 'After all, I pretty much threw myself at you the other day and you blew me off... and not in the fun way. You're still hung up on the boy thing, I get that... but sometimes a gal just wants to take things into her own hands, you know. And you are into me, I know.'

She made sure to add a showy little shake of her butt, resplendent in her tight shorts as she sat on the side of the bed. D's eyes gravitated toward her, slipping down the graceful curves of her body, but in this close proximity she could hardly enjoy it; she realized quite suddenly that she was naked in front of one of her best friends. Automatically, she found herself shrinking away, unable to so much as turn from Marta, bound as she was.

'Now, that mouth of yours really does seem better suited to other things, so are you gonna be cool if we lose the gag?' Marta didn't touch her, didn't do anything but sit beside her. It struck D as something of a pity; she nodded her response. Even without the obvious benefit of being able to speak, her jaw was starting to ache.

'Doesn't all this seem a bit much?' D said, as the gag came out, running her tongue around the inside of her mouth.

'Nah, because you'd squirm too much if I got you naked normally, all those curves and tits and such,' Marta grinned. 'Besides, you know I look incredible like this, admit it.'

'Okay, yeah,' She admitted, after a pause to determine whether or not Marta was joking. With that out of the way, any residual tension in Marta's body dissipated, and D got the feeling that she had been fearing rejection, or at the very least hoping for approval. She might have been one to take the bull by the horns here, but D doubted that Marta would proceed further without her okay. It was a testament to their trust that D could end up naked and tied and still not fear for her safety.

'You got pretty drunk last night,' Marta grinned, tossing a gesture over her shoulder at the carpet of her bedroom, strewn with empty bottles- the number of which made D refuse to believe that Marta hadn't contributed herself- and the wrinkled components of her costume. 'So I brought you back here. Seemed safer, and closer too.'

Seeing the same clothes she had worn the night before scattered about the room was oddly disconnecting, to D. She could hardly believe they had all come together like they had, and done what they had for her. Her body had been properly hers for the first time in years, on that one special night where the lines blurred, but now... the spell had broken. It was all just clothes again, fabric and buttons and zippers, scattered and powerless. It made her maleness seem more illusory than ever before, something she could only ever have grasped on Halloween.

Just a costume...

'Why are you doing this?' D asked hoarsely, if just to draw her mind away from the idea that she might only be able to feel as free as she did last night once a year. In truth she hardly minded Marta doing this, but it felt right to ask...

'Two kind of pressing reasons, right now...' She practically purred in response. 'One, I'm wet. And two, you want to see me naked, no?'

Without even thinking, D nodded, eyes glued to Marta's; the blonde laughed at the boi's sheer, automatic honesty, before winking and obliging her new paramour. She slid her hoodie off her shoulders, the already loose-fitting and open garment coming away easily, pooling on the floor beside the bed. Not that D even noticed, of course; her eyes were stuck on Marta's chest, taking in the gentle peaks of her breasts capped with a pair of pale pink nipples that practically begged to be touched. Enjoying the attention, Marta shot D a lopsided grin.

'Okay, someone likes what she sees, that's good,' She said, giggling. 'But listen, I ain't just doing this to get you off. No, that's just kind of a bonus, really. See, I feel like I need to clarify something from last night... you don't seem to be getting the message...'

D's body was still tied down, but even that couldn't prevent her from twitching as Marta's weight pressed down upon her, the blonde deciding to straddle her, leaning in so her breasts pressed against the boi's and the two of them were face to face. Their first kiss was soft and abrupt, over so quickly D could hardly be sure it had happened at all. But she felt the next one...

'You are not your body...' Marta whispered, her hot breath caressing D's cheek. 'And that suit did not make you any more of a man.'

She let the words hang for a moment, so that D could interpret them as she pleased. Of course, it would have worked far better if D could think at all, much less even function adequately as her body could do nothing but soak in the proximity of Marta's own half naked form.

It wouldn't have been so bad, but the crotch of those boy shorts was right above D's pussy, and every time she moved... Marta would be lucky to come away without wet pants, here...

'Nor does being naked like this make you any more of a woman, or less of a man. It just makes you D,' She continued, when it became clear that more words were needed to raise D from her stupor. Her eyes focused again, following as Marta sat up, the motion adding extra pressure to D's hips; the boi found herself pressing up against Marta's automatically.

'These aren't indicators of who you are,' Marta's hands slid down D's collarbone, fingers conforming to the contours of her body as they raised over the peaks of her breasts, stopping once her palms covered the majority of them. 'But they are real hot, boy. I like them. And I bet they're sensitive...'

When she winked this time, D knew she was gone; the expression was so charged and electric she was certain they would have sex now. It was just something that would happen, the pair had become locked in each other's gravity, the collision was inevitable. Before it had seemed like a delicate balance, something she could screw up with a misplaced word or twitch of her body, that would either throw Marta off her game or send D herself spinning into realms of dysphoria hereby unknown to her. But not now.

When Marta leaned down and took one of D's nipples between her teeth, this only deepened her certainty in this concept.

Embarrassingly feminine nerves twanged with the contact, drawing out the girliest of moans from D's throat. She only barely had the presence of mind to feel strange about that, the pressure of Marta's teeth set her hips rocking, heat stoked in the core of her. It only lasted a few seconds in totality, but when Marta pulled away D found her back arching to recapture the touch.

'See?' Marta winked, licking her lips. 'Sensitive. Which is just perfect for my purposes.'

She lapsed into silence, then; for the time being she seemed quite happy to merely sit ther, straddling her captured boi, looking into her eyes. But D couldn't handle that; without Marta's intoxicating sensuality on full display, without that crucial distraction, she found herself settling back down into her body. A sort of self conscious heat flooded her, as the knowledge that she was naked in front of her friend began to take on its old, awkward edge. Of course, Marta picked up on this immediately, her eyes narrowing.

'This is still super-weird for you, isn't it?' She said, a slight pout on her lips. It quickly lapsed into a grin, 'Lucky for you I do plan for everything, my boy...'

As Marta climbed off of the bed, D began to wonder if she had made the wrong choice in allowing her emotions to show so clearly on her face. Over the years she had become adept at hiding this part of her, obscuring the brewing dissatisfaction she had with her body... why let it come to the fore now?

Of course, the contrast now was so vivid; only the night before she had been practically transformed, her outside miraculously matching her insides better than it had at any other time previously. But all of a sudden, morning had come and the magic had faded; like everyone else, she had had to shed her Halloween covering, and return to the real world. If only her real world hadn't been so unsatisfying...

Marta's expression indicated an acceptance of D's strange attitude, but that she only treated it as a challenge, not the showstopper that it felt like to the boi. At any rate, it didn't suppress the blonde's bouncy nature, and she hummed to herself as she picked through the drawers of her dresser, eventually coming up with what she wanted. She spun on the balls of her feet, showing off her find to D with a flourish; D's eyes widened.

'So, I figured you might be one to appreciate this,' Marta grinned. 'But frankly, I can't imagine why you didn't think of it yourself. Or maybe you did, it's kinda private. Who knows. Anyway, this one is mine, but if you lift your butt I can strap it on, maybe give you a new experience.'

In moments she was back atop D, looping the glossy black straps around her captive's hips and pulling them tight. It was clear that Marta had had substantial practice at this, and before D knew it, she was sporting a much more impressive rubber cock. She had worn one before, last night, but... this was different. Her last experience had been a somewhat stealthy one, her male prosthesis obscured from the outside world, worn solely for the benefit of its wearer.

Here, she was naked; there was nothing to hide behind, but by the same measure, nothing to be hidden. The strap on stood erect, almost proud in an odd way, and D could feel the enthusiasm boiling out of Marta just to look at her; if nothing else, this was a safe place.

'You see?' Marta winked. 'But that's not all. Just imagine what a cute little widget like myself could do to you now...'

And then she did something that made every sexual part of D's body twitch.

Her head dipped low, tongue extending to lick up the shaft of the strap on from base to tip, in a single fluid motion. D's reaction seemed so silly to her; she couldn't feel it, it wasn't even attached to her, but in her mind the cock twitched. The attention Marta paid to it set her nerves aflame. The wicked gleam in the blonde's eyes only made things better.

Her entire life, D had never found a person that seemed to appreciate her in the way Marta did. Whether it was a boyfriend, a girlfriend, or whatever else, this had never happened to her before; the people she had been intimate with had only enjoyed her feminine side. And she had done her best to give it to them when they desired it- a relationship involved compromise, after all- but every time it had happened she truly felt like a square peg being forced into a round hole. It had tainted her sexuality in many ways, poisoned the well; sex and compromise had become intertwined. She had become accustomed to the idea that she would never get the complete package in the bedroom.

But Marta didn't feel like a mismatch. Wearing this strap on was the closest she had ever come to maleness in a sexual context... and she was still here. Not only that, but her interest hadn't waned; her long fingers had wrapped around the shaft of D's cock, running up and down it in a gesture loaded with meaning, though it was technically useless. D's eyes were glued to her, watching intently as her mouth ran the length of the cock once more, before her lips captured the tip, tightening around it as she dipped.

A shiver went down D's spine; there was a beautiful, insistent pressure to Marta's initial downward thrust, pushing the base of the dildo against just the right spot on D's crotch. It began as a faint tracery of pleasure, growing by the second, and D wouldn't have been at all surprised if this had been a part of Marta's design. Regardless, D went along with it, her hips moving almost automatically to grind against the questing shaft. Her eyes remained locked down, endlessly fascinated by the visual of getting her cock sucked. It felt wonderfully right; she must have been smiling, as Marta's eyes flicked up to her, the blonde's open and sucking mouth curved into a smile too.

Her golden hair flowed down her bare back, the visual endlessly fascinating to the trapped boi, as she watched Marta's head bob, alternating slow strokes to fast ones. She found herself aching for Marta to untie her, to allow her to touch her, run her hands through that long hair, over her chin as she sucked; she felt freer than ever in bondage... she could only imagine how free she would feel completely unbound.

'I'm no scientist,' Marta said, licking her lips as she pulled off of D's cock. 'But I'm getting the distinct idea that you like this.'

'More,' D answered quickly, her voice hoarse with lust; in the back of her mind she realized she sounded more manly now than ever before. Marta had strolled into the room and changed everything, apparently.

'Say it right, boy,' Marta winked. The little gesture coursed through her, D knew immediately what needed to be said, and something in her twisted with pleasure.

'Suck my cock,' D couldn't help the twitch of a grin that crested her features at that. Some sentences were just dreams, things she had spent most of her life yearning to be able to say in earnest, and that was most definitely one of them. She felt compelled to continue, 'Suck me, Marta.'

'That's more like it,' Marta rewarded D with a showy twirl of the tongue around the tip of her cock, before she dove back down it with gusto. D had only ever been on the other side of this engagement in the past- much to her regret- and, for a bizarre moment, she couldn't help but compare herself to Marta; there was an enthusiasm in the blonde that D could never hope to match. But then, that was hardly surprising; every man D had ever been with had the expectation that they were fucking a woman, after all.

D was on the other side now, and she felt strangely at home; this was exactly what she had always wanted. This was... freeing, in so many ways, she could relax during sex for the first time. For once, she could indulge; Marta had no expectation that she would act in a certain way, present herself in a mask she was uncomfortable with. Marta didn't just accept D in the skin she chose to wear, she loved it.

Not to mention, the blonde had clearly had practice at this; she took the tip of D's cock to the back of her throat with nary a hint of a gag, moaning all the way like this was the most fun she had had in weeks. When she pulled herself away from the cock, the smile she gave D almost melted the boi's heart.

'You like that?' The blonde purred, eyes burning with sultry energy. Her fingers slid deftly beneath the straps between D's legs, 'I know you do. You're wet as hell, D. I can feel it.'

All at once, D's mind and body were at war, and she squirmed. The mere mention of her wetness pushed open the door to her dysphoria that had been slammed shut by Marta's rubber gift, the experience jarring, except... Marta's body was so soft, so hot, and her touch was so skilled... pleasure rippled through her body all the same, and whether it was feminine pleasure or not, D couldn't help but feel it.

'Oh, stop that,' Always perceptive, Marta picked up on D's distress immediately, giving the boi a soft poke in her bare stomach. 'Yeah, you got girly parts too, it's not like they're useless to you. Besides, I can work with both sides of you... I want both sides. Remember, you aren't your body, but your body can get off like a rocket if you touch it just right...'

After a single demonstrative flick of her fingertip across D's clit, Marta withdrew her hand, shifting position while keeping her eyes locked on her captive's. The bed creaked beneath them as she moved, rising up, the curves of her waist catching the oddly angled sunlight streaming in through her window. As she moved, she gestured down, and D's eyes followed, hypnotized; as if by magic, the blonde's shorts had been removed, leaving D with the intoxicating view of Marta's pussy, hovering wonderfully close to the tip of her cock. D had a sudden, intense desire to move her hips.

'Well, boy?' Marta's slick smile sent a chill down D's spine even now, eyes glittering with a lust that had, so far, gone unfulfilled. 'What do you want? Are you going to take it? Come on, D... be a man...'

Marta's back curved, bringing her closer to D, those pert breasts pressing against the boi's; there was a challenge in the blonde's eyes that was undeniable, and impossible to ignore. D couldn't help but feel vaguely offended; first Marta had given D her masculinity, and now she was questioning it? What was that about? Oh, it was all so easy for her...

Without thinking, D's hips tilted upward, and Marta moaned in surprise and sensation, as the boi's new cock filled her to the hilt. D could feel the muscles in her hips tighten, a shudder running through her as the boi simply enjoyed the feeling of their bodies together. The contradiction and the undecided...

'Fuck, boy!' Marta gasped, exhaling a vocalization of visceral pleasure through her teeth, grinding her hips against D's. 'That's how you fuckin' do it! God!'

'Untie me,' D growled, suddenly feeling like a tsunami of testosterone had flooded her body. That lovely feeling of synchronicity was back, but this time it had brought with it a throbbing desire that D had never before been able to obtain. A male desire, not the passively feminine one that she had allowed to mold her into whatever her previous lovers had wanted. This was a stabbing thing, a desire to take, to rip control of the situation from Marta. To do, not just be done unto. Her hips scythed upward in answer, driving her cock deep into the blonde's open cunt.

'Untie me right fucking now,' She repeated, and with a joyful giggle that lapsed into breathless panting Marta's hands reached up above D's head, the cuffs clicking metallically as they were removed. Though her ankles were still locked down, D felt no desire to interrupt the flow of proceedings simply to make things that little bit easier. Instead, her arms flew up the moment she was free, wrapping around Marta's back and drawing the blonde in for a searing, invasive kiss. This time, it was D's tongue that pushed quickly into Marta's mouth.

'Man enough for you?' D asked, panting between breathless kisses, as every wall the two of them had broke down into a morass of physical closeness and sheer heat. Both were unwilling to let the other go for even a single moment; they floated together, beyond their bodies but slammed unbearably into their skin. D didn't- couldn't- care about the wetness of her pussy, or the throb in her clit... her breasts, her hips, her ass... none of it mattered in the moment. She was defined by her nerves and the pleasure soaring through them every second; no longer a being of components, but a glorious sexual whole, exactly the identity she wanted. She was anything, everything she desired, moment to moment.