And When I Return Ch. 06

It was beginning to feel normal to talk in this way. It was beginning to feel normal to be breathless in a corset. It was beginning to feel normal to have his vagina filled as it was at all times now. Anna gazed at her and smiled. Diane wanted him for what he was, nothing more and nothing less. He not only felt like a woman, but for the first time in his life he felt like a member of the human race. Why did he have to be a woman to feel wanted, to be wanted. It was very confusing, and hopelessly erotic.

He stared into the mirror and fixed his makeup while Diane watched.

They stepped into the bright late day sunshine of the back yard and walked the cobble stones to the barn that was the dungeon. Fiona stood outside the door with a solemn look on her face and her hands behind her back. A robin splashed in one of the many small ponds and he could hear a car pass on the other side of the house. The world seemed normal and in order, at least on a cosmic scale, but he was walking toward a dungeon to be tied down and fucked in his vagina like a woman, so the microscopic world was certainly out of synch. Or was it? Perhaps, he thought, order was created from an infinite number of abnormalities averaged together to become normal.

Again, and only briefly, he thought he maybe should stop and leave. There were faint but persistent bells ringing in his head. But he didn't leave. In fact he even quickened his steps toward the door now opened for him by Fiona and he entered a windowless room with real stonework for walls, all bristling with rings and other attachment points. Chains hung from the ceiling and there were pulleys and winches for lowering or raising them. Various items of bondage furniture were scattered about, a padded table and numerous padded benches of varying makeup, some two tiered for kneeling, some simply slanted like sit-up boards. All of them adorned with attached leather straps. One wall was covered with shelves and hangers holding gear for which he could only imagine a use, whips, paddles, locks, hoods, collars, rubber and leather bondage suits, ballet boots, wigs, corsets. It was endless.

The door closed with a loud clank behind him and Fiona inserted a large bicycle lock and locked it shut.

His words echoed in the room as he said, "My God! Should I be afraid?"

Diane didn't smile. She liked the power she wielded and she answered, "Maybe."

More detail of the room came to him as he stared. The room was large, very large, perhaps 30 by 30 feet. There was a barred cell to his right fitted with a cot, sink, and shower as well as a toilet. To his left was a sofa with several other smaller but comfortable looking chairs surrounding a large coffee table. The floor was made of rubber matting and it sloped toward a central drain.

"This is pretty much it Anna. Any questions?"

He looked around and said in awe, "I wouldn't know where to start. You could lock me in here and throw away the key and I think I'd be happy."

Diane snickered and said, "That could be arranged. But you look a little tense. Want to sit down and have a glass of wine? Maybe some weed?"

"Yeah, that might be a good idea ma'am. I need to be courted."

Despite Diane's best intentions to remain a stern dominatrix, she laughed heartily and offered him a glass of red wine as he sat on the sofa. "So, what are you feeling right now?"

Anna set his glass down on the coffee table and thought a second before answering, "Nervous, scared, apprehensive, silly. All those things. Sometimes I feel like I shouldn't even be here."

"Well," Diane responded while tapping her fingernails on her teeth, "You should feel all those things. You're human and you've put yourself at my mercy. And not many people get to experience being the other sex either in reality or fantasy. Must be a huge journey for you. And you are quite correct to be fearful. I have, umm, certain powers that I like to act upon."

"Like what?" he asked apprehensively.

"Well, finish your wine and we'll demo some inventory. You'll see."

The next few minutes were taken up with questions asked by Anna of certain items in the room. "What's that for? What is that? Do you really use that on people?"

All the questions were answered as he finished his wine. Diane waited patiently, but she was wearing thin. Finally, she got up and went to the wall and brought back a piece of leather gear. "Enough talk," she said, "Here, put your arms into these sleeves."

He looked at her questioningly. She shook the leather in impatience but did not say a word. A decision had to be made here and he suspected that there might not be a way back. He held his breath and decided to plunge in. His heart was beating wildly.

She held it for him while he slipped his arms in. The leather was cool to the touch but thick and soft, and the sleeves ended in a tight mitten like feature. Within seconds, Diane had the straitjacket buckled and his arms locked down, folded in front of him, but uselessly confined.

Diane's demeanor changed. "The trick to dominating those that could be stronger than you," she began, "Is to get them helpless quickly. Try to get out of that missy."

All he could do was wiggle his body as he looked down over his breasts at the leather sleeves buckled to his waist. "Jesus!" he exclaimed.

She began to pace around him while Fiona stood back at the doorway as if on guard. "Now I'm going to ask you some questions, all of which I know the answers to already."

"Why would you ask then ma'am?" he asked nervously.

"Because I want you to think about the answers. Think hard about them."

"Oookay," he said slowly.

"Who knows you're here?"

"Nobody."

"So, where would people look for you if, say, you went missing?"

He didn't answer.

"Yes, that's right. Now let's go over this shall we? I have you locked up in a straitjacket in my dungeon 2000 miles from where you told your wife you would be. If you happened to die here, you'd simply be fertilizer for my garden wouldn't you? Or maybe I could just keep you alive but bound like this forever?"

Jason had a puzzled, terrified look about him and he said, "What the hell are you talking about ma'am? Look, if you're trying to scare me, it's worked okay? This is a joke right? Just messin' with me, right?"

"Of course Anna. Just joking. Right. Fiona, start filming please."

Alarm bells went off in his head, far too late. "Wait! Jesus Christ! Is this some kind of snuff film? Come on! What the fuck?" He squirmed and ran toward the door only to stupidly realize that it was locked and he was locked. He screamed, "Help, fucking help!"

"Futile to scream. Soundproofed room. Can't have screams of my subjects drifting across these country fields, can I? But I don't like a lot of noise. I'm going to stick this penis gag in your mouth now so you can suck a cock while I fuck you."

Jason was genuinely terrified now. "No, please no...God no..."

He made the obligatory struggle to avoid the gag but the testicle squeeze stopped that.

"Step over here Anna. Do as I say and I might let you live."

"Mmf, mmf, mmf..." he murmured as he did as he was told. She had him sit in a gynecologist's examination chair, and she pushed him back while pulling his legs up to the stirrups and binding them there. His torso was bound to the chair and the head rest was tilted such that he had to watch the proceedings. Diane slowly and methodically pulled Anna's crinoline and girdle off and raised the chair with a remote control, thrusting his pelvic area closer to her at just below her hip level. With his legs spread, the silicone butt plug was accessible and clearly visible. She grabbed the end of it and twisted while pushing. His penis suddenly popped out from behind a flap of his skirt and Diane snickered. It was hard.

Cruelly and with purpose, she pulled the plug out quickly, causing him to choke slightly on the penis in his mouth. His eyes were wide with both excitement and terror as she rubbed copious quantities of cold lubricant gel around his anal opening which was enlarged from the plug, and pulsing in anticipatory spasms.

Standing over him, she said to Fiona, "Fiona, fix the strap-on so it's nice and tight please."

While Fiona fussed around her, Diane simply stood with her hands on her corseted waist and stared Anna in the eye. She grinned mercilessly. It was at least ten minutes before Fiona had completed the job to Diane's satisfaction. Now she placed some lubricant on a protrusion behind the strap-on and placed it in the opening of her own vagina.

Anna was staring at what appeared to be an abnormally large penis. It was black and hard, bobbing up and down after she applied lubricant. She stepped close, close enough that the head touched him...there. He whimpered pathetically. He wanted it. He hated it. He feared it. He feared himself.

It entered him and he closed his eyes. Momentarily he opened them in surprise as there was no pain. The expander had done its job. Then she thrust it all the way in and he screamed behind the gag in a pain/pleasure shriek. She stopped all movement while he acclimatized himself to the entry. While stationary, Diane told Fiona, "Get the bag and put it over his head."

"Are you sure ma'am?" she replied with worry and concern.

Why would she place a paper bag over his head, he wondered? He was disappointed because he wanted to see her.

Diane didn't answer Fiona and simply continued giving instructions. "Put it over his head down to his neck and listen for me to say either "up" or "down". Do as I say and listen carefully."

"Yes ma'am."

To Anna's horror, it was a clear plastic bag that went over him now. He could see Diane but it was foggy and unclear until he breathed out and the surface became inflated and smooth. He breathed in and the bag sealed over his mouth and he panicked, whimpering in a high pitched girly tone. His eyes were wide as he stared into Diane's eyes. She pumped the penis out and then into him, slowly and methodically. Anna squealed in horror and pleasure and fear. There was no air. In the mean time he felt fingers grasp his penis on his belly. The sensations were confusing. Death and orgasm were both knocking.

Diane watched him with apparent sadistic delight. "Up!" she shouted, and Anna gasped hopefully for air through his nose. It couldn't come fast enough and he screamed behind the gag desperately seeking oxygen. This was a nightmare of erotic terror.

"Down!"

Too quick. He hadn't recovered. She plunged and stroked, plunged and stroked while the bag opened and closed on his face, empty of air, a vacuum of despair. His lips started to tingle and his attempts to get a breath diminished in the futility of it. Now he made small puffs while he gazed with moon sized eyes at his goddess, the one who chose life or death over him.

"Up!"

Now she fucked him hard and rubbed his penis continuously until he had regained some semblance of oxygen recovery. Please, let me have an orgasm, he asked silently as he stared at her eyes.

"Down!" And it began again. She played him hard for what seemed like an eternity. There was no air so in despair he decided to give up. There was no use trying to breathe, so he stopped and watched her thrust into him while rubbing him. Peace began to flood over him like a slow tide and then suddenly, in letting go like this, he came with a ferocity he had never felt before in his life. A deep seated groan came from his chest as he spurted endless and copious amounts of fluid over his dress, some even landing on the plastic on his face.

"Up!"

His body went into spasms in its involuntary will to live as he thrust his hips in an endless orgasm and seemingly impossible wheezing attempts for air. His lips tingled; his eyes blurred and he began to weep. Diane saw that the crying was plugging his nose so she had the gag removed. He sobbed while she stood there rubbing his chest gently, the strap-on still fully inserted but still. She smiled softly and started again. To Anna's and Diane's surprise, his penis rose again and within a minute he went into spasm again, this time with Diane screaming in unison with him as she plunged. A spot of semen arced up and into Anna's mouth as he writhed in ecstasy. He swallowed and became silent, beginning to feel other parts of himself once again. His arms were soaked within the leather sleeves of the straitjacket. He felt the tears on his cheeks, the sweat on his forehead.

There were sounds in the room, but they were like distant echoes. It was like waking up after an anesthetic, a dream like state of coming back to life. Indeed he had had "the little death" the "petite mort" of legend, a rare state of pure physical and spiritual release, to the exclusion of all other senses.

He felt a hand at the back of his head while a glass of white wine was tilted toward him. He drank and when she pulled the glass away, he said, "Mo'..."

He finished the glass. Minutes passed before Anna started to fully understand his surroundings.

Life could never, would never, be the same again.