A Fem-Toy For My Wife - Part 1 free porn video

Battling through late Friday afternoon traffic was never my favourite pastime and it had been a very busy but highly successful week. I thought of the hard work Vanya and I had put into creating our small and highly profitable company and wondered yet again if it was time we employed someone to run it. We could then spend more time doing what we liked best: being with each other. While I usually ran the local operation, Vanya was often overseas on short trips organising deals and imports, although I know she loved the chance to travel. On every trip my wife managed to find a couple of sexy toys or clothing to enhance our love life and our reunions were always eagerly anticipated by both of us. That thought made me realise that her last 4-day trip to Europe had not yielded the usual item or two, although she had brought back a large extra bag. I idly wondered what could be in it, the interesting possibilities leading me to reflect on our love-life. It was well over a year ago that I introduced us to bondage and she had taken to it like a duck to water. She had insisted from the start that she would give as good as she got, so I had to be very careful - the next occasion could find me in quite a predicament! Vanya found it so stimulating, and her excitement was equally shared by me, that we agreed to only using bondage and domination at weekends, the roles reversing each time. Our big frustrations had come on those odd occasions when something would interfere with a planned weekend, but we had soon learned to cope and prevent those problems. Neither of us have close relatives and our friends soon learned we were usually 'away' or 'busy' over the weekends. At first, one of us was bound for a day or an evening at a time but, with time, things had often become a whole two-day affair. I reflected on how I had restrained Vanya last weekend and teased her unmercifully before each orgasm, knowing how to excite every part of her body although, I reflected in curiosity, of late she had been harder to arouse than she originally was. I knew it was her turn to take control tonight and wondered what her incredibly inventive mind had dreamed up. A couple of weeks ago she had tied me to the bed and sucked me to a rampant erection. Next she wrapped a rubber bandage tightly round the root of my genitals so that I remained rigid, brought me to orgasm then spent the next two hours riding me. And that had just been the start to the weekend! Remembering the events made me feel incredibly horny and I was surprised that I didn't get the usual erection such reflections usually created. The daydreaming made the journey home surprisingly short, for I suddenly found myself turning into the end of the lane which led up to our house. I stopped the car to buy some flowers for Vanya then began the long climb to the top of the hill. I turned in through the gates and pressed the gadget on the dashboard to close them behind me, then pressed another to open the garage doors. We certainly wouldn't be needing the car again tonight. After finding the internal doors locked I closed the garage from the outside and made my way round to the front of our house then climbed the short flight of steps up to the door. As I reached for the bell the door swung open and Vanya's hand proffered a glass of wine to me, the frosting on the glass showing how cold it was. "Hello, darling, welcome home," greeted Vanya as she took my briefcase and shut the door behind me. She dropped the case and threw her arms round my neck to kiss me hard, then told me "It's been a long day - I couldn't wait for you to get home. Thank you for the lovely flowers." Grasping my hand Vanya led me into the bedroom, with me trying to sip my wine as we went. Vanya turned with a smile and unbuttoned my shirt then undid my belt and zip to let my trousers drop around my ankles. Whilst I kicked off my shoes she told me. "You have a shower to freshen up then we will take time for a sundowner before dinner. Go on, get a move on," her smile softening her bossy attitude. I kissed her and told her how much I loved her and always looked forward to coming home to her, then flicked off my socks and pants and went into the bathroom to run the shower. Vanya was right, the shower was good for me, the hot and cold water sloughing off all the tension and tiredness of the day and leaving me fresh and wide awake. I went back into the bedroom to find Vanya had cleared away my clothes and had changed into a white full-length rubber caftan robe and was holding another open for me. "Slip into this, it will put you in the mood for later. It will also match mine, Darling." I needed no prompting - rubber clothing was a special weakness of mine which Vanya had rapidly grown to love just as much. She knew how I liked the feeling of this caftan, so I slid my arms into its cool sleeves and Vanya did up the zip for me. The rustle of both robes as we walked through the lounge and onto the patio was music to both our ears and, with our arms about each other we settled onto the swing hammock for a drink and chat about the events of the day. As always, looking down over the lights of the town far below us created a feeling of solitude and comfortable isolation. Feeling totally unwound and at peace I later helped Vanya with the dinner, a light but satisfying meal made even better by my wife's enchanting company. It was always so relaxing to be with her even after several years of marriage, and we discussed many things over the meal as the day finally faded into night. When we were ready we cleared up the table and tidied the kitchen. As we finished Vanya slipped both arms round my neck, kissed me and, with a mischievous grin, announced it was time for her show to begin. "I hope you hadn't forgotten that this weekend it's my turn in charge," she added archly. As if I could! "Of course not, Gorgeous," I replied. "I've wondered several times during the week what you would be planning and I hope your going to be gentle with me." I knew, as we both did, that bondage, with its discomfort, and domination with its frustration, were always within our unspoken rules that nobody would get hurt. At first, Vanya sometimes liked to be spanked, and this was probably the nearest thing to pain we had ever inflicted on each other, although the severity of our bondage often produced its own unique pain. Love-filled eyes smiled into mine. "Don't worry, Dave, this weekend is going to be very genteel and feminine. Very feminine indeed. Now, come down to the playroom." Vanya took my hand again and led the way to one of the three underground rooms we had included in the design of the house, only later realising what fun could be had in it. We had made many additions to the walls, floor and ceiling in the form of rings, bolts and brackets such that despite Vanya's decorating skills which softened the room, it still looked like a medieval dungeon. A bed, wardrobe, cupboards, bath and toilet completed all we needed in our special sex-haven. Once inside Vanya removed my robe and dropped it on the bed, picking up a black rubber tube which I recognised, for I had put it on her a few months back. I pretended to groan at having to wear it, but Vanya slid the tube over my wrist and up to my armpit with the simple comment "It's my turn now and you'll do what you're told. Now the other arm, please." Although I had made her wear the restraint with her arms at the front that was not going to be the case for me, Vanya pulling my arm behind me and threading it into the other end of the tube. Once both arms were totally encased she buckled the straps around the tops of my arms and did up the lacing so that both arms were firmly folded and trapped behind me. She guided me to the other side of the room and connected two chains hanging from the ceiling to the D-rings on the straps of the tube, at the tops of each arm. Satisfied that there was no way I could escape from the confinement of the rubber tube or from the chains, Vanya came round to face me, a look of impish humour glinting in her eyes although her voice betrayed a slight uncertainty. "You know how you like me dressed in sexy clothing just so you can delight in ogling at me? Well this weekend it's going to be my turn to leer. I know you love me in corsets - you've bought me enough - so I want to see how you look in one and I've bought you a real special. Let's see how it fits." She opened the wardrobe and withdrew a long roll of stiff black rubber which she undid as she came back to me. Passing the ends around my waist she began doing up the clips down the whole length of the front, saying "I hope it's the right size, I had to guess from how tight I pulled your waist in with that belt a while ago." I remembered the occasion, for I had wondered why she did it at the time and was surprised she had been planning this session for so long. The corset reached from my groin almost to my armpits, the sides being cut slightly higher on the hips. The top finished with soft rubber bra cups which were now hanging loosely down the front, but the rest of it was heavily boned for rigidity and strength. With all the clips done up, Vanya walked behind me to work on the lacing down the length of the back and I soon felt the tightness about my hips. She turned her attention to the top of the corset next, pulling the lacing tight enough to just restrict my breathing. Now Vanya began to pull on the loops of lace at my waist and that's when I really began to feel the corset's squeeze. My protests were totally ignored and the lacing was pulled steadily tighter until I thought I would fall in two. Vanya carefully knotted the lacing at that point. "Don't worry, Darling. The tension in the laces will even out soon and become a bit more comfortable, although your comfort is NOT the idea!" After pulling up the zipper which hid the laces from prying fingers she walked round me to look at her handiwork, adding "Quite some improvement to your figure, Dave - I guessed right with the size. Now we'll see how you look in high-heels, like you prefer me to wear." Whilst I got used to the squeeze of the corset she went to the wardrobe again, returning with a pair of white patent high-heeled boots, the slender heels of which must have been some 5" high. "Lift up your foot, Darling, so I can put it on for you," Vanya ordered, tapping my ankle. "I know these are the right size, I had them specially made for you in London." When I complied she slid a diaphanous nylon sock over my foot then fed it into the pointed toe of the boot and laced up the front of it to just below my knee. The stiff leather around my ankle held my foot rigidly in a line with my leg and only my toes were turned up. When Vanya demanded my other leg I was forced to stand on the booted foot and with just the thin heel and my toes touching the floor it was difficult to balance. I was glad of the support of the chains which prevented me from falling over. Once my other foot was similarly shod Vanya stood back to see the result, which obviously pleased her, for she commented "You look good like that, Darling. I see what you mean now about corsets and high- heels looking sexy." Vanya stood close to me, her hands stroking up my sides over the corset, her fingers finally finding my nipples and she began to gently roll and pull them. "Do you feel sexy wearing them for me?" The twinkle in her eye told me that she knew what her fingers were doing to me, my rapidly stiffening organ confirming it for her. While she continued to tease me, knowing full well how sensitive she had made my nipples over the years, I had little choice but to answer her question. "It feels funny wearing feminine clothes, Darling. The corset is far too tight for me and I don't think I'll be able to walk in these high-heels, but otherwise I don't really mind wearing them for you," I weakly quipped and was surprised at the seriousness of her response. "Your corset is not too tight for me and I'm certainly not going to loosen it. You are going to wear it for the whole weekend so you better get used to it. Don't worry about your sexy footwear, I'll teach you how to walk in high-heels like a lady and by the end of the weekend I bet you'll be managing very well. You don't have any choice though, Dave, because it's my turn and you're totally in my control. You will do exactly what I want and I told you earlier that it would be a very feminine weekend so that's how you are going to look." Vanya pinched my nipples hard enough to make me wince, smiled at me then went on in a gentler voice "You frequently get too macho and dominant so I'm going to teach you how to be feminine for a change and also how it feels to be totally dominated, not just in bondage. Now you are starting to look the part, so let's see about improving your bustline." Releasing my nipples, she lifted the straps of the bra to put them over my shoulders and clip them at the back. From the wardrobe she took two pink wobbly shapes, which she told me were the best artificial breastforms she could buy, and inserted one in each bra cup. She carefully adjusted their position and when she had finished it really looked as though I had proper breasts. Vanya finished by rubbing her hands sensuously over the cups several times, cupping both shapes and stretching up to kiss me wetly. Her tongue slipped into my mouth and the way the kiss grew I knew she was getting excited by dressing me this way. Combined with what Vanya was doing to me, the clothes were having an un-nerving effect. Despite our honesty with each other, I had never told her about the transvestite period of my life which I had deeply buried when we married, thinking it was over. The thought of spending a weekend dressed as a woman was quite exciting! I hoped my erect member didn't give my secrets away. Vanya reached up and unhooked the chains from the tops of the arm restrainer then said, "Now you can begin to learn how to walk as a lady. Let's see how you manage," and with her guiding me we set off on a circuit of the room. Vanya, not knowing of my previous experiences with high-heels, was quite pleased with my progress, saying "Wow! You're a natural, Dave. You don't need help from me anymore." Whilst I tottered around on the slender heels, Vanya walked to the wardrobe, undid her robe and pulled on a pair of rubber panties. She removed the robe completely, put it into the wardrobe and went to sit on the edge of the bed. "Come here, Dave, it's time for your domination to begin," she ordered and when I stood in front of her she told me to kneel on the carpet in front of her. In the corset and boots, my hands useless to help me, that took quite a bit of doing but at last I managed it. Vanya parted her legs and I saw that the panties she had put on had a loose part hanging from the front. She reached forward and pulled my head down between her thighs with one hand, whilst she opened up what I now saw to be a hood attached to the front of her panties. Vanya pushed my neck and pulled at the hood until my head was enshrouded in rubber and she pulled the zip down the back of my head. I was trapped in the hood, my face tight against her womanhood and my mouth hard against the very wet lips of her vagina. My nostrils were filled with the natural erotic scent of Vanya and the sweet pungency of the surrounding rubber. Strangely muted by the hood, Vanya's order "You know what I want, my darling, so please do it to me now," was a statement of the obvious for I knew how much she loved me licking her pussy. I started off by gently lapping over the outer lips, her wetness indicating the arousal that her control over me was causing. As those lips swelled with excitement I gained access to the inner lips and her prominent clitoris, feeling it grow erect against my tongue. I vaguely heard her groan and felt her fall back on the bed as the tip of my tongue probed deep into her pussy then licked upwards and over her clit. Slowly, at first, I repeated the action several times before gently sucking and chewing with my lips on her clit and inner lips. These actions were quickly rewarded by squirming movements of her hips. As I continued to tease her with my mouth her hip movement changed to a regular pounding and I had to ride the movement to keep my tongue deep inside her. Soon, the regular action started to become erratic and I knew she was close to climax. I began to suck and lick harder and faster and, as she suddenly stiffened, to suck vigorously directly on her fully erect clit. She slowly relaxed, with me also slowing down to gently kiss and lick all around the beautiful, sticky-sweet entrance to her body. At last her hand unzipped the back of the hood and I gulped in as large a lungful of air as the corset would permit. The enclosure and the lack of air had made me sweat a bit and the air was suddenly cool on my head. I blinked as my eyes adjusted to the light and Vanya said "That was fantastic, Dave. You always know exactly how to do it," and she threw her arms around me, holding my head hard against her lovely breasts. A few minutes later when Vanya had rested she released me and reached over to the bedside cupboard. Sitting up again she laughed, saying "Your poor mouth must be tired now, so I'm going to give it a rest. Open up, Darling," and with that she brought into view one of her old favourites, an inflatable gag which she worked into my mouth and did up the strap encircling my head. Once it was in place she stretched to the cupboard again and withdrew the inflator, a small black rubber bulb with a tube. After connecting the tube to the valve at the front of the gag she slowly squeezed the bulb several times until my mouth was completely filled by the rubber bladder. Removing the inflator and putting it back in the cupboard, Vanya helped us both to our feet before turning me around and sitting me on the edge of the bed. "You can have a rest for a while now," she said pushing my back onto the bed. Vanya got a chair and brought it to the bed then stood on it to tie two short ropes to rings in the ceiling. Next she lifted my booted feet and tied them around the ankles with the ropes so that my lower legs were horizontal above my body and widely held apart. I found it was almost impossible to move, while Vanya returned the chair. She leaned over me, smiling, her hands cupping my breasts then stealing down between my open legs to tease and caress me to rigid erection again. "Just enjoy the rest, Dave. I'll see you later." With that she turned around and left the room, turning off the light and closing the door behind her. That was really mean, for she knew only too well how much I needed relief from the tension she had created! I lay in the darkness for a long time, occasionally trying vainly to free my hands or feet, all the time feeling so frustrated. Although she had put me into bondage many times before, Vanya had never teased me for too long before making me climax, but this time I really needed relief. I had no choice but to lie there and think and feel. The corset, so tightly constricting my waist, was a constant source of discomfort and I hoped Vanya had not been serious when she said I would be wearing it all weekend. Her tone had not been too promising, however. The light suddenly snapped on and I jumped with surprise for I hadn't heard the door open, my eyes blinking at the sudden brightness. There stood Vanya in the doorway, hands on hips, staring at me. She had put on one of her favourite costumes, a white latex one-piece suit with an open crotch, which clung tightly to every curve of her beautiful body. What commanded my attention, however, was the pair of black rubber panties she was wearing over the suit, for they sported a large rubber dildo moulded to the front. Vanya saw the direction of my gaze and giggled self-consciously. "I thought that with you looking so feminine, I ought to try looking a bit more masculine." Her words were a joke for her figure could never be anything but feminine, yet as she said them she seemed to become more confident. Vanya walked over to the side of the bed and looked down at me, an excited smile on her lovely face. "These panties are more than they seem, Darling. They have TWO dildos, the one you see and the other one which is deep in where I like it! When I walk and this one bounces around, the other one wobbles as well. It was fun coming down the stairs just now. Anyway, did you enjoy your rest, Dave? I thought you looked tired before, so I didn't want to tax your strength too much." Her teasing smile and the wicked glint in her eyes told me she knew exactly how frustrated she had made me. Her hand stroked up and down the inside of my thigh, then she moved down to tickle and stroke my balls with her fingertips. In no time at all she had me back to a rampant erection and, with a triumphant look on her face, asked in a sexy voice "If you're not too tired, would you like to make love now?" As much as I could move, I nodded: relief at long-last! Vanya licked her hands and lewdly began to rub and fondle the rubber effigy of a penis sticking proudly out from her groin, and I suddenly realised how she meant to make love to me! I vigorously shook my head as much as I could, but all my lovely wife did was chuckle sexily, saying softly "Some girls really can't make up their minds what they want. Isn't that what you called a cock-teaser?" and she wet the dildo again suggestively. There was nothing I could do to prevent Vanya's intent though I struggled as hard as I could as she moved to stand between my thighs. She bent her knees and brought the tip of the dildo against the star of my bottom, then reached up to cup both of my artificial breasts. "Don't worry, Darling. I know you are a scared little virgin so I promise to be gentle with you!" was all she said before pushing against me. Although I tried to clench my muscles against her invasion it was to no avail and within moments I felt my body penetrated by her. Once the head was inside me she rocked her hips back and forth, barely moving the dildo, then slowly pushed forward to sink the full length of the rubber penis inside me. Vanya withdrew the dildo almost entirely from my body then pushed it deep again several times and, as there was no pain, I began to relax. As she continued to move it became less of a discomfort the more I relaxed and Vanya smiled at me with encouragement. With the dildo penetrating me fully, Vanya stopped to get more comfortable, her body lying on top of me. She kissed my neck and ears, whispering "How does it feel to be tied up and raped, young lady? Is it frustrating not being able to stop me doing anything I want to your body? Do you like being filled up with my big, thick penis?" The excitement in her voice indicated how much she was turned on by what she was doing and that excitement grew with each of the questions, none of which I could answer because of the very efficient gag. Vanya began to move her hips again, slowly driving the dildo in and out of me, her hands continuing to fondle and caress my artificial breasts, and her mouth still active on my neck. Every now and then she would ask if I liked being raped, tied up and fucked and several others and I realised just how much she was enjoying the fantasy. The thought of the other dildo moving about inside Vanya made me also realise how physically stimulated she was so, as there was no longer any discomfort in her actions, I began to buck my hips up and down in counter-rhythm to hers. I was rewarded by a groan from Vanya and an increase in the pounding rate of her hips. After a short while her head lifted from my neck and she smiled into my face. "Oh I love you! And I love fucking you, Darling. You can't imagine how much I've been looking forward to doing this to you." As she spoke her voice began to break up and was interspersed with her rapid breathing. She groaned loudly and collapsed on top of me as her climax faded as quickly as it had come. Quite often her first and even second orgasms were mild and merely precursors to those that were to follow and I knew it would only ignite her growing, almost insatiable, lust. Vanya recovered quickly and slowly withdrew the dildo from my body. As she got to her feet she smiled again, telling me "I told you that you looked very sexy in those clothes and now you know what the sight of you did to me. I hope you aren't going to behave like a slut too often, Dave." She chuckled and released my legs from the ropes. Once my feet were on the floor again I relaxed and let the stiffness ease from my legs and hips, but otherwise did not feel any lasting discomfort from being `raped'. Vanya, meanwhile, removed the ropes from the ceiling and put the chair away. Finally she came over to where I lay and sat down on the bed beside me. After bending down to kiss me on the cheek and tip of my nose she said "I really do love your new shape, Dave. Did you mind too much me taking such advantage of you?" Her question was serious and I smiled back at her as much as the gag would permit whilst I shook my head. She understood me, her smile visibly brightening and the cloud of doubt disappearing from her eyes. She was gaining confidence rapidly in her ultra-dominant role. Vanya sat up again and reached her hand into the left cup of my bra to play with my nipple. Looking down as much as I could I saw her slip the loop of a nipple-cuff over it. I would have groaned without the gag, for nipple-cuffs were uncomfortable after a short while. Vanya had insisted on using them a long time ago in defence of me making her wear nipple-rings after she had had them pierced. I continued watching as she squeezed in the loop to clamp it around the base of my nipple, then put the breastform and bra cup back in place. Turning her attention to the other side I watched her also clamp that nipple in the shiny chrome loop, noticing that both cuffs were joined with a length of thick silver chain. "Come on, Darling, its time to get up now," Vanya said as she took my shoulders and helped me to sit up. She stood up then helped me also to my feet and I stood atop the high-heels with a bit of a wobble. Vanya hooked her fingers through the chain connecting the nipple-cuffs and pulled gently. I had no choice but to follow her unstated command so I stood before her, wondering what else her fertile imagination had dreamed up to do to me. Her insistent tug on the chain was all the prompting I needed to follow her rubber-clad body through our playroom door and up the stairs into the lounge. Vanya continued to pull on the chain, leading me into our bedroom where she released the chain and went over to her wardrobe. She returned a moment later with a pair of black latex panties, which she helped me step into, and one of her long rubber skirts. Bending down, she held the skirt's waist open for me to step into it. "Come on, Darling, I think this will look good on you - at least it will hide your hairy legs." As she wriggled the cool black rubber up my thighs she looked impishly into my eyes, adding "Perhaps what I should do is shave your body completely. I'll see how I feel tomorrow." With every movement the big black rubber dildo bounced at her groin, somehow reinforcing how much I was under her control as she dressed me. Vanya reached into the cups of my bra and released the nipple-cuff. Tossing the gadget onto the bed, she turned and gently massaged both of my nipples, knowing all along how much she was teasing me and how aroused I was. Her fingers moved away from my breasts and she straightened my bra before going to her wardrobe again. This time she returned with one of her wigs, a black shoulder-length style and, taking my arm, led me to the dressing table where she told me to sit on the stool. I sat, the long skirt rustling as only rubber can as I did so. The wig was soon in place to Vanya's satisfaction and she added some hairclips to make sure it didn't move. At last she deflated the gag and unbuckled the strap from around my head. "You've been very good so far, Dave, so don't spoil it by talking. If you do so without me asking I won't release your hands until the morning!" Although she was smiling as she said it I knew Vanya well enough to know from her voice that it was no idle threat, so I said nothing. Opening the dressing table drawer Vanya pulled out my electric razor and carefully removed every trace of the day's stubble from my face. "There," she said, stroking my chin. "Smooth as a baby's bottom. Now we'll see how you look with make-up." I started to protest as she reached into her make-up drawer but the steely look I received with the first sound made sure I didn't continue! Vanya set to work, beginning with false eyelashes both top and bottom. Then came eye-liner, mascara and various shadows. Base cream was liberally rubbed into my face, followed by blusher, powder, lipstick and gloss. After quite some time she was satisfied with her efforts and reached into her jewellery box, withdrawing a long, dangly pair of earring which she clipped onto my ear-lobes. "There you are, Darling. Now you look a perfect woman. I told you I get fed up with your manly ways around the house, so this whole weekend you are going to look, dress and act like a lady, just for me. And don't forget, this is a long-weekend, so its 3 full days of femininity for you! Now, have a good look at yourself and get used to being MY woman - after all, I have raped you and taken your virginity," she chuckled lovingly as I turned to look into the mirror. What I saw was staggering - her transition of me was incredible. There was not a single sign that the face and body reflected wasn't anything but feminine. As I stared in amazement Vanya picked up her comb and teased the long hair of the wig to how she wanted it. My transition to such a feminine image was arousing me much more than I wanted to admit and, after Vanya's continued efforts to excite me, I was longing for relief from the incredible tension that held every nerve in my body like an overwound clock-spring. My rigid penis was pressing firmly at the soft rubber of the skirt, right through the panties, showing my excitement. In a soft, confiding voice Vanya continued "I've had you in bondage and in my control before but dressing you like this has been building up in me for a long time, probably even since we first met, Dave. I've often wondered what you would look like with make-up and sexy clothes and I love what I see, so this weekend is going to be totally my indulgence. I'm going to wallow in keeping you as feminine as I possibly can but I hope you will learn to like it as well, because it's making me feel incredibly excited. Do you mind me doing so much to you at once, Dave?" Vanya's serious eyes told me how concerned she really was, despite her apparent confidence, so I smiled at her with my painted lips and shook my head, then stretched up to softly kiss her mouth. "My beautiful Vanya. It's your turn this weekend - even though I'd forgotten it was a long one - so our rules still apply: I will have to go along with anything you want," I said, knowing that her love would bring me no permanent harm. "Besides, although the corset is uncomfortable and the boots are awkward to walk in, everything you do to me is very arousing, as it always is. I love you, Vanya and I am totally yours. If you want me to be your woman for the weekend then I will be her for you, but please let me make love to you now." My plea fell on deaf ears for Vanya sternly told me "Right! I didn't give you permission to speak so your hands will remain bound. As for complaining about your corset and boots I will make sure you get used to them. I intend keeping you in the corset all the time and I will tighten the laces in the morning. I want to see what I can do to improve your feminine figure. As for the boots - I love to see you tottering about so helplessly in them because I know you are totally in my control. Let me warn you again, Dave: I have wanted to dress you like this and make love to you with a dildo for a very long time. I was too scared to before because I knew it would be very exciting for me and I didn't know if I could control it once I started. Now that I have done so, it was even better than I imagined it could be. I can't wait to do it again. "Having you as my slave-girl, helplessly dressed in rubber and corsets, unable to do anything unless I let you, is making me feel a level of excitement greater than I've ever felt before. It is even making me wonder if we can run the business and our daily lives with you ALWAYS dressed as a woman! The way I feel now, I want you permanently in a corset and dressed in rubber whenever it is possible. I will think it through very carefully - I've opened a Pandora's box, but I know what I want from now on, whether you like it or not!" Her eyes sparkled with passion and there was no denying the excitement in her voice. "I want to remove all your body hair and have your ears pierced so I can make you wear long, pretty earrings. I want to teach you how to do your own make-up. I will have to make sure that you learn to like what I am going to do to you, you must love being my woman!" The commitment in her voice had got stronger all through her monologue as everything poured out and there was no doubting that she was sincere and very excited at the prospect. Things had never been so out of my control before and I was more than a bit scared at the prospects. Several times I wanted to question or comment but the intensity in her eyes cautioned me to hold my words, for dressed as I now was and with my arms helplessly bound behind me I needed Vanya's help in everything I did. "Stand up, Darling. I'm thirsty and I am sure you could do with a drink after that shock as well," Vanya ordered in a much lighter voice, a smile showing that she had got her intense emotions under control again. She was right, so I stood and Vanya led me into the lounge. As she sat me on the settee and walked to the bar, Vanya said over her shoulder "As you are going to stay looking so feminine I think a new name is required. When I've fantasized about this the name `Jane' came to mind, so get used to your new name, Darling. You will hear it a lot from now on." Vanya returned with two glasses of wine and after taking a sip of hers she held the other to my lips for me to drink from. She lowered the glass to the table and I saw the lip-sticked imprint of my lips on the glass. Vanya smiled at me and slid her hand slowly under my skirt, her fingers stealing gently, teasingly, up my thighs to stroke my penis as it lay trapped inside the tight rubber panties. My change in breathing told her the effects she was having and she squeezed the end softly and wriggled her hand about. "Is that what you like, Jane? Another girl playing with your pussy?" I decided to play the weekend out as she wanted and whispered "Oh! Yes, Vanya!" I certainly did not want her to stop what she was doing! Vanya's eyes had grown smoky and sultry as they looked into mine and I felt drawn, as always, into those hypnotising pools of obvious love and passion. Her face drew slowly closer until her lips touched mine, the excitement growing like an electric charge. Her lips parted mine and her tongue invaded my mouth like something with a life of its own. The intensity of the kiss showed me how excited she was, and immediately increased my own passion. With a low groan Vanya reached a hand up to pull my left bra-cup aside and she lowered her head to my chest, her tongue flicking rapidly over my nipple. As she sucked the nipple into her mouth, gently chewing and biting, her other hand continued its activity on my captive penis and it was my turn to moan. Vanya's right hand moved up to the waist-band of my panties and wriggled it down to release my penis and her head moved from my breast towards my lap. Her left hand urgently tugged at my skirt until my crotch was exposed to her and I watched her beautiful blonde hair spill over her face as she sucked all of my manhood into the heat of her mouth. The gentle but urgent scraping of her hot tongue over the end of my penis made me gasp as she set about driving me mad with excitement. Vanya's hand pulled my rubber panties lower then slid inside to caress and fondle my balls in the way that only she could, the uncontrollable bucking of my hips telling her the effects of what she was doing. Suddenly my orgasm was upon me, and in such intensity that I screamed out with the excitement that wracked my body. Vanya sucked even harder, moaning deep in her chest as she drained every drop of love-juice she could suck out of my rigid penis. At last I collapsed back on the settee, panting and totally exhausted, as my beautiful Vanya lifted her head to smile lovingly at me. "Wow! My Jane really needed that attention, didn't she?" Vanya asked coyly, to which I answered a very sincere "Oh! Yes!" as I basked in the relief of a fabulous orgasm. When I fully returned to my senses my rubber panties were pulled up to contain my thoroughly satisfied organ, then Vanya carefully drew my skirt down toward my knees and readjusted my bra and the breastforms. Satisfied with my appearance once more, my sensuous wife reached for her glass of wine and took a large swig. Her eyes shone brightly as she slowly leaned over to press her mouth to mine and, as her tongue penetrated my lips, the still-cool wine flowed between our mouths and we both swallowed greedily. Her tongue, cooled by the wine continued exploring my mouth long after the wine was gone. Vanya broke the kiss to refill her mouth and repeat our favourite way of kissing. Even though I had just been literally and figuratively drained Vanya's sexy kissing was trying hard to excite me again and I knew the effect it must be having on her. The increasing tempo of her tongue in my mouth showed me how right I was. She moaned softly then slowly broke the kiss. "I know just what I want right now, my pretty Jane. Wait there for me - I won't be a minute." With that Vanya stood up and strode from the room. I listened carefully to her rubber-clad feet going up the hall, the bedroom door being opened, then her return. As she entered the lounge and walked over to me I saw she had removed the dildo pants then she brandished her favourite vibrator at me. "This is what I need right now and you will just have to wait there until I've finished." With that Vanya sat down on my lap then lay back along the settee. She lifted one of her legs behind my neck so that I looked down onto the split crotch of her white latex suit as it was stretched by her position to expose the pink lips of her pussy. After briefly caressing her own breasts Vanya turned on the vibrator, its low throbbing hum indicating its powerful motor. I watched in fascination as she stroked the tip of the toy down her body to just touch the top of her vaginal crease. She sucked in air with a gasp as the first vibrations hit her, then her trembling hand pressed the toy hard against her clitoris. Vanya guided the head in slow circles all around her pussy, her rubber encased hips beginning to writhe on my lap. Although I had often used this and other vibrators on her, Vanya had seldom used one on herself in front of me before. It was educational and very exciting to watch and learn how she liked it. Her left hand slid from her breast to gently open her outer lips and I saw how incredibly wet she was, dripping with excitement. Gradually the tip of the toy was pushed just inside her beautiful body and her hips began to buck up and down on my lap. The erotic sight of Vanya in the throes of passion and her movements against my captive penis began to arouse me again. I longed to hold her lovely body, to kiss and caress her, but all I could do was watch and want. Vanya was staring at me, obviously revelling at my predicament and her overpowering control over me, knowing what her erotic performance was doing to me. I did not have to watch for long, her state of excitement was so high that within a minute her head began to thrash from side to side and a low moan began deep in her chest. Suddenly her voice changed almost to a quiet scream and her body became rigid across mine as her climax invaded every inch of her being. The orgasm remained at its peak for many seconds before she moaned again and collapsed weakly, her limp form falling back on the settee and me while her quivering hand continued to guide the gold vibrator over her love nest almost in reflex. I thought back long ago to when we had first begun to explore each other's bodies and she had shyly confessed that she had never had an orgasm before. Although it had taken a long time before I helped her reach her first, it was as though that had opened the floodgates - now she climaxed easily and could not seem to get enough. We had a lot of time to make up for and Vanya was determined that I was going to have my share as well. We had both become greedier and greedier as almost all pretences disappeared between us and we explored our own and each others sexuality. I realised, without regret, that it had led to me being dressed and bound as I was at that moment! As normality returned Vanya switched off the vibrator and her eyes slowly opened to smile lovingly up at me. "Oh! My Darling Dave. You cannot believe how excited I was - and still am - by changing you into Jane," she said in a low, quavering voice. "I can't explain it, even to myself, but I have been planning tonight for a very long time and getting more and more turned on by the thought. I was frightened it wouldn't go right, but it was better than even my wildest dreams. Right at this moment I don't ever want to let you be anything but my own special slave-girl to love and be loved by. The sight of you and even the thought of you always dressed so sexily in rubber is keeping me more excited than I have ever felt before." Vanya sat up and kissed me deeply and lovingly, her strong arms holding me tightly to her. At last her lips left mine, the kiss having showed me how much she was loving my helpless femininity, her restless hands caressing my shape from the bulging bra to my tiny corseted waist. Vanya reached for my glass, held it up for me to drink from, then took a long sip herself. She kissed me tenderly then proffered the glass again. "I'm almost afraid to ask if you have minded what I've done to you tonight, so I won't. However, it is almost midnight and I'm even more afraid of my beautiful princess turning into a pumpkin, so I'm taking you to bed where I can hold and cuddle you." Vanya stood up and, taking my shoulders, guided me to my feet. Standing awkwardly, still, atop the high heels of my boots I could not resist the urge to lean down and kiss my wonderful wife on the lips. I moved my face along the side of her head, nuzzling aside her long hair to nibble her ear. As she hugged me and squirmed against my lips I whispered that I loved her more than I ever knew it was possible to love. I told her that she had done incredible things to me, that whilst I didn't know what was going to happen next I had loved every moment of it. I honestly said that, even though the corset was as strange and uncomfortable as the high-heeled boots, I was happy to wear them for her to make her weekend the best it could be and confessed that she was exciting me in ways that were strange yet incredibly exhilarating. Vanya pulled back and looked deeply into my eyes, tears of happiness welling up in her own. "Oh Darling. I love you so much. I want to cuddle you to me for ever. Let's go to bed now and recover. You'll need all your strength for tomorrow." With that Vanya slid her arm around my tiny, corseted waist and guided me towards our bedroom, pausing briefly to turn off the lounge light. Once in our bedroom Vanya's hand reached for the waistband of my skirt to slip it over my hips and rustle to a circle about my ankles. My latex panties followed immediately and Vanya helped me step out of the small mound of rubber and over to sit on the edge of the bed. Vanya unclipped my earrings, put them on the dressing table, then knelt in front of me to unlace and remove my boots. While I stretched and wriggled the stiffness from my ankles and toes Vanya kissed me and crossed the room. From her wardrobe she took a white rubber nightie which, after rubbing it in her hands, she stretched over my neck and let it hang loosely down from my shoulders to my breasts. Leaving the nightie for the moment Vanya sat beside me and leaned behind to release my arms from their total restraint. With her assistance I finally managed to pull myself free of the rubber tube which had held me in total bondage. Relief was short-lived, however, for Vanya quickly and unexpectedly snapped a pair of handcuffs around my wrists, trapping my arms still behind my back. "Now you will be much more comfortable for sleeping, Jane." Vanya giggled, knowing how frustrated I was with her control over me. "Don't try to fight it - just accept that this weekend you are going to be totally in my power. You are going to stay as my complete slave-girl and do exactly what I want you to. Now, stand up and I will take you to the toilet." With that I was led, with the long, full nightie slithering down my body almost to the floor, into the bathroom where Vanya raised the hem again before seating me on the pan. I accordingly relieved myself. Once back in the bedroom I was taken to the bed and seated on the black rubber sheet that adorned our bed every weekend and often much of the week. With Vanya's assistance, I lay down full-length on my side, enjoying the touch of the cool sheet beneath me. As I wriggled about to get as comfortable as I could in my handcuffed position and to get used to the long hair of the wig tickling my face and neck, Vanya disappeared into the bathroom. When she came out she was still wearing the tight-fitting catsuit that moulded and emphasised every curve of her body and she had again put on the dildo-pants with which she had `raped' me earlier. Vanya caught my stare at the rigid black effigy standing proudly from her loins and she smiled at me. "With you looking so feminine, helpless and sexy and me feeling so dominant and randy, I thought that I wearing these panties will remind us both of our roles." With that she continued round the bed to get in behind me. After covering us both with the rubber-encased duvet, she switched off the light and snuggled up behind me. Her left arm slid under my neck, inside the top of the nightie and inside my bra to fondle my right nipple. Vanya's other hand crept its way over my waist and hips to lightly hold my organ through the soft, thin rubber of my nightie. She wriggled her hips around until the external dildo was pressing against my shackled hands through the thin latex so I grasped it and gently moved it to remind her of the other part deep inside her. She sighed and gently nibbled the back of my neck, the latex pillowcase rustling softly with her movements. "I hope you're comfortable, darling, and you can sleep in your corset. The woman in Brussels who made it said that wearing it day and night would be the fastest way to train your figure and I do so want you to look nice as quickly as possible. If you don't feel sleepy, perhaps I can make you more tired?" she asked archly between nibbles. Despite the awkwardness of the handcuffs and remaining awareness of my constricted waist the intense activities of the day and evening had worn me out. I whispered back that much as I enjoyed any opportunity of making love with her, right then I was exhausted. With a soft, mocking chuckle Vanya said "You girls are all the same - always tired when you get into bed. Goodnight, my darling Jane." The slow gentle fondling from both her hands told me that she was also tired and was more than happy to sleep. "I'm going to lie here and think of all the things I will do to you tomorrow," she whispered drowsily. My last thought before drifting off into a dreamless and totally satisfying sleep was that if my beautiful loving wife was getting so much excitement and satisfaction out of our masquerade I would play out the weekend as she wanted - come what may. Just the thought of remaining as feminine as I now looked was unnervingly exciting. Despite the frustrations of the evening I certainly had had the satisfaction as well! And, knowing Vanya's fertile mind, I felt tomorrow would be just as good.