Sherrie's Dollhouse Ch. 06

Upon returning home, we both agreed we'd do the Mississippi Belle trip yearly -- to spread our wings with other couples.

Sherrie: "Being Henry was so liberating, and being Henry here at home opens me up so wonderfully, just as perhaps being Anna opened new horizons for you. I like having a dick and wearing men's stuff!"

"And I love to play with you in these roles, dear," I responded.

We settled into a routine where she assumed the Henry role at home maybe a third of the time -- while I was Anna nearly all the time. So either there were two women in bed at night, or a man and woman. Viva la difference!

There was one more avenue we were destined to explore. This arose from the most secretive part of Sherrie's psyche, and I could tell that revealing that part of her was embarrassing.

One night when eating dinner with our family silently joining us at the table, Sherrie said, "What do you think, dear Anna, when you see people being tied up in movies?"

"Or, when you're watching porn and seeing people in bondage," I joked.

"Please, dear, don't make fun of me. I'm serious."

"OK, I suppose it's a very mild turn-on."

"For me, it's much more. Especially in my younger years, seeing women tied up got me very, well, wet. The more tied up and prevailed upon, the more exciting. They were helpless, and at the mercy of someone else, and to see them struggle against their bonds, oh my."

"So .......... "

"So, dear, I'm telling you this in the hope we could try doing it sometime, you know, to me. You would be dressed as Derry, Victorian Derry, of course."

"Ah, a new vision presents itself," I commented.

And so, the very next day, in the afternoon, with me dressed smartly as a Victorian male (even to the point of having a watch-chain across my chest and a stick-on handlebar mustache) I forcibly overcame her and tied her to one of her old-fashioned ladder-back chairs. She of course was completed outfitted in Victorian attire.

I had secured her ankles, wrists, elbows and waist with lovely and shiny satin ropes. For the first time in my life, I found myself thoroughly excited by tying a woman -- quite tightly, just as she'd shown me in a soft-core porn video. I gagged and blindfolded her as she struggled against her constraints.

Then, I began not-so-gently messing with her tits. I couldn't tell, because of her gag, if she was moaning with ecstasy -- or complaining. Then I reached in and pinched her nipples. That sent a shudder through her. I followed that with forcibly pushing up her dress and petticoat and quickly penetrating her with a finger, followed by some in-and-out fingering.

When her vagina and inner lips became thorough wet, I circled her wet clit with a fingertip until it was apparent she'd climax. I withdrew, unbuttoned my fly, and released my eager dick. After briefly running its tip around her cheeks, and removing her gag, I put it lightly on her lips.

She made a quick motion toward engulfing it, but I pulled away repeatedly as a tease.

Finally Sherrie said, "OK, you monster, if you really must have your way, just do it. Get it over with, you cruel man."

And so, I began gently thrusting deep into her mouth, with her gagging slightly. At the same time I managed to extend my knee into her cunt, and gently pushed, mashing it around. She came very quickly. I increased the tempo of my thrusting and came mightily into her mouth.

She slumped with pleasure against her bindings.

Variations of this continued, as Sherrie's wicked imagination always dreamed up new scenes. Too bad she wasn't doing adult sex books!

Naturally, it wasn't long before she (as Henry) was trying the same scene with me. I went along with it, but I'll admit the turnon was mild. She did develop her tying expertise rather fast, I'll admit.

As I write this now, we've been living together for three years. I wasn't sure how long our extended tete a tete and romps and fantasy scenes would last. I figured we'd run out of new things to do, that we'd get tired of each other, and that she'd want to return to the serenity of having her dolls as reliable friends. She'd see me as too old, and want a younger man.

But, surprisingly, our relationship has worked. It certainly wouldn't have gone anywhere if I'd balked at becoming Anna, or if I hadn't wanted to play the woman in concert with her being Henry. But I ended up enjoying my role change.

So, I now wind up writing this account of being Sherrie's most important doll, of being an Anna doll with some valuable male equipment under her dress.

Sherrie: "Anna dear, did you finally finish writing your little account of our meeting and life together?"

"Yes, I do believe so; the rough draft."

"Of course, no one would believe it, would they?"

Me: "Probably not. Our lives would seem really crazy to most folks."

She leaned over and gave me a kiss on the cheek while cupping my "breast" with her hand and whispering in my ear, "I've thought of something new to play with. Have you ever seen a double dildo in use?"

I absolutely knew she was whispering so the dolls couldn't hear.

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