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I had met Marian at college. It was Psychology 101 and she must have been
sitting up behind me in the amphitheater seating because I didn't see her
until she came up to me after class and introduced herself asking me to
explain the back of my t-shirt. It said, "There are 10 types of people.
Those who understand binary and those that do not." I walked her through
the fact that 10 was really a 2 in binary. She was extroverted and
expressive and had dark hair and lots of it. I was tall and broad
shouldered and wouldn't have started a conversation with her even had I
wanted to talk to her as much as she wanted to talk to me.
She grew on me, not that I wasn't attracted to her at first but in a few
weeks we were inseparable. She drove most of our social decisions until
graduation. But I was a computer science major and she was a animal
psychology major so when we graduated it was my job offer that decided
where we moved and my job schedule that set the pace for our life. She
did some research work here and there but nothing ever right in her field
of study. She volunteered for a few animal rescue places and helped in
some vet clinics. But, her career floundered as mine was taking off.
We gotten married back north a year later. It was 8 years after we met
that her aunt died. She was back north and was Marian's inspiration to go
into research. On the way to the funeral Marian shared how her aunt had
wanted her to move back to north and work with her. She hadn't said
anything because she knew it was a too small a town for me to find
programmer work. I appreciated the practicality of her choice not to say
anything but I knew it would have given a solid career path.
Being one of the few survivors of a small extended family and the only
one on speaking terms with her aunt when she died, Marion was the sole
beneficiary of a well endowed trust. "For the social empowerment of
surviving relatives of Christine Spencer through applied social theory
and experimentation". Whatever that meant.
It was October 13th when the will was read. What it meant was that on
Jan. 1st we got to move into a minor estate in far northwest
Massachusetts and have all our needs taken care of indefinitely. Driving
up to the front gate in my Ford Explorer I could see that part of social
empowerment being wealthy. The assorted staff took my suitcases and
unloaded the back of the SUV. Marian had arrived a few hours earlier to
sign some paperwork and go through some type of beneficiary orientation.
The probate lawyer had explained to me that I was her current designated
life partnered and that I had a role in the applied social theory and
experimentation.
I had to sign paperwork to the effect that I was a willing participant in
the social empowerment of Marian and that at this time I agreed to 12hr a
day minor imposition on my person that would have an intended indirect
effect on Marion's social empowerment. For the next 31 days a random
physical condition would go into effect between the hours of 6pm and 6am.
That evening at 5pm a young nurse quietly informed me that I should meet
her in the clinic across down the hall from the dining room at 5:45pm .
There she had me select a random envelope from a small box. It read "No
eyesight". She then proceeded to help me insert overly large and
completely black contact lenses into my eyes. She instructed me that they
would only safely come out with a special tool. I was blind, she led me
across the hall to the dining room and help me sit at the table. Several
minutes later as I sat quietly by myself, I heard Marian's footstep and
greeting as she entered the dining room. As I replied and turned towards
her voice I heard her suck in her breath quickly, presumably at the sight
of my now black eyes.
"I'm bind tonight," I quipped as I heard someone pull out chair for her
to my right. She sat down at where I suspected the head of the table was.
The server explained each course she served in a clear quiet voice. I
ate well enough without site aided silently by someone to my left who
caught my cup when I accidently tipped it. She also cut the chicken I was
eating and twice wiped my mouth from my fumbling attempts. I was quite
focused on eating so that left Marion free to comment on how strange a
site i was and about what we had sen of the house. I mostly grunted in
reply not feeling like talking much. After four courses and then a
dessert that I was basically spoon fed. We retired to the entertainment
room, again I was aided by a voiceless hand and listened through 2
episodes of Marion watching TV before I announced I was going to bed.
Marion said she would be up soon. Unasked for, I was again guided, this
time up the stairs to our bedroom. I tried not to think of the silent
eyes that went with the silent hands providing me with PJ's to change
into and putting toothpaste on my brush. The blackened contacts were so
effective I couldn't even tell if the person was turning on and off
lights before and after me. Since Marion was watching Netflix shows and I
hadn't seen the time since losing my sight at 6pm. I guessed it was
sometime between 8 and 9 when I fell asleep in the dark.
I awoken by feeling someone slide in beside me. I felt the silkiness of
Marion's night dress as she wrapped her arms around me. She kissed my
neck and soon after I heard her quietly snoring as I was coming fully
awake. I lay there in her arms for what felt like hours before I was able
to fall asleep again.
I woken again by a quiet voice whisper in my ear on the opposite side of
the bed from Marion. "Please, follow me to the clinic." I held the
slender hand as it guided down me down the stairs to the clinic. I was
helped to lay on the examining table as my face was angled up. A warm wet
solution was sprayed into me eyes then a sucking sound restored my
vision. I saw for the first time I was wearing bright yellow pjs with
Marion's maiden name of Gaylor on them. Returning to the bedroom I let
Marion sleep since it was only 6:17 and I had no idea of how late she was
up watching tv. I change out of the bright yellow pjs put on my own
clothes and went downstairs to watch tv. Marion came down around 8:30 and
breakfast was served soon after. I was very disoriented by the whole
affair that I wasn't in a place to put it into words. Marion must have
been similarly affected for we talked around the events of last night
only briefly touching on them with a cursory "How did you sleep?" or
"What time did you go to bed / wake up?"
We spent the day around the house resting after a busy day of travel the
day before. Being January in New England we stayed inside not yet ready
to explore in the cold. We watched a lot of Netflix and tried to enjoy
the indoor pool. We had sandwiches and soup served in the back sun room.
Before I knew it, I was informed my presence was request in the clinic in
ten minutes. It was with some trepidation that I drew the small envelope
from the box. This time it read "Collared and Leashed". She took out a
dull plain metal ring slightly wider then my neck and opened it with a
click. She then placed it around my neck and closed it with another
click. I didn't see how she open it or closed it but it was certainly
locked on as I verified later. She clipped a black leash on it that was
about half again as long as my arm.
"I will now take you to the dining room to await upon Ms. Gaylor," she
declared as she led me by the leash out the clinic door and across the
hall to the dining room. She led me to the back corner to the right
behind the head of the table and told me to, "Sit on the cushion". In the
corner was a dark brown square pillow about 4 feet across and fluffed to
about two feet high. It had a deep soft fur like covering. I sat on it,
the nurse reached down with her end of the leash and somehow clipped it
to a metal plate at the base of the wall. Reaching up to the collar I
felt for the the clip. I couldn't unclip it. Reaching down to the floor I
felt for the other end . I couldn't unclip that end either. I realized,
I couldn't stand all the way up either. I sat on the soft deep cushion
and waited. I wait continued for awhile. I got bored then I fell asleep.
I woke up to heels coming down the hall. I sat up and was looking at the
doorway when Marian came in a few minutes laters. It was akward.
She gasp and hurried over to me. "I'm sorry I'm so late. Apparently they
won't interrupt me and didn't tell me dinner was ready till I noticed
Sorica standing in the doorway. We don't have to stay. This house isn't
worth it if you're miserable" It all came out of her mouth in a rush as
she knelt over and hugged me."
"I wasn't ready to quit yet. It is weird and disorienting but I want to
see where this was going. No harm. No foul. Let's give this more time."
She was dismayed that she would be eating at the table while I stayed on
the floor. But, dinner was good even if I wasn't given any silverware.
After making some chit chat about what shows to watch tonight Marion said
she was done with dinner and was ready to go back to the entertainment
room.
The attendant spoke up as she reentered, "Mr. Gaylor will join you
later."
Marion look at me, "Hun, I'll see you in a little bit. I'll watch one of
my shows till you get there.," with that she left.
After the table was cleared, clean and reset the attendant came over to
me. Unhooked my lease from the wall and said 'Come.' Again I was led by
the leash but not towards the entertainment room. I was instead led to
the hall bathroom where I was clipped to the wall near the toilet. The
attendant left and closed the door. I got the hint. Being leashed. I 'd
better go when I could. Maybe around 15 minutes later she returned and
lead me to the exercise room. I was clipped to the treadmill she tapped a
few buttons and display showed, "Long slow jog. LOCKED" . The treadmill
started and I jogged along. For a long while It was easy if boring. Then
I started to get hot and tired. The pace wasn't a problem I just would
have preferred to stop. I had been sweating consistently for what felt
like at least half an hour when the machine beeped and then the treadmill
stopped. The attendant returned, unclipped me from the machine and led me
to the adjoining bathroom. She stopped near the shower, threaded the
leash through my collar and clipped it from under my shirt to the wall
near the shower stall. She left with me tethered to the shower. I again
took the obvious hint and took a shower. There was a small bench near the
shower that I could reach. It had a large folded yellow towel and a pile
of yellow clothes that were identical to Pajamas and underwear i was
dressed in the night before. I dried off and dressed myself in the bright
yellow clothes.
The attendant returned, thread the leash back up through this shirt and
led me to the entertainment room where Marion was deep sleep in the comfy
chair watching a show I didn't like. I was led to the corner beyond the
large empty couch opposite the chair and again clipped to the base of a
wall with a large brown pillow. At first, I didn't want to wake Marion up
as I wasn't sure how much she had slept the night before. After a while I
got bored with the drama she had been watching and tired to ask her to
change the channel. The room was large and the TV was loud so I kept
raising my voice to catch her attention without trying to shout. Just
before shouting loud enough to wake anybody in the house, the attendant
returned and unclipped me from the wall. I thought she was taking me
across the room to Marion when she turned and led me out of the room back
down the hall to the bathroom and clipped me to the toilet. I told her I
didn't need the bathroom and wanted to sit next to Marion as she left
without acknowledging me at all. I seemed like close to an hour before I
was able to go to the bathroom and it wasn't until I flushed the toilet
that the attendant returned and led me upstairs to the bedroom. It seemed
late, I was tired so I didn't think too hard when she led me to a doggie
bed in the corner opposite the bed and clipped me to the wall. When I
awoke it was still dark out but it felt like early morning. I could see
that Marion had made it to bed. I had to go to the bathroom. I tried
waiting patiently but the pressure was building. There must have been a
hidden camera because as I was fidgeting more the door opened and the
attendant led me from the room down the stairs to the hall bathroom.
Again, I was clipped to the toilet and after flushing I was led to
kitchen where I was clipped near a mat with a large bowl of water. The
kitchen was empty and after the attendant left it was eerily quiet. I
didn't drink from the bowl and a short time later she returned and took
off my collar. It must have been 6am. I hung out watching TV until Marion
came down around 9. We sat snuggling on the couch even after were
informed that breakfast was ready. We decided to go into to town for the
day. She wanted to go shopping and I needed some normalcy. As we were
leaving we were informed that the driver was pulling the car around. It
was a black Rolls Royce. The driver held the door. We didn't talk much
beyond planning the day. Marion had been given an expense card the first
day at the estate. She said not to worry that we couldn't go over the
limit buying only clothes and food. She bought some outfits at the nearby
mall. And we had a fun lunch at the food court. We were both were
inspired to watch an late afternoon movie. It wasn't anything great but
it a fun romcom with a slight futuristic spin to it. It was later than we
thought as we headed back to the house. We were informed by the driver
that for every minute past 6 that I was in adhering to the experiment
there would be an extra minute in the morning before being released from
the night's effect.
It was 7:20 when I got to the clinic. It would be at least 180 minutes
more added in the morning. I was starting to really wish Marion could
accompany me to the clinic. As I was drawing an envelope I ask whither
she could and I was informed "If she wants, she can come."
The card this time inside the envelope said. "Bra and Panties" . Ooh, I
had been worried that something like this would happen. Her aunt with all
the 'applied social theory and experimentation'. The attendant lead me
behind a hospital green privacy screen. She told me to undress and pass
out my clothes, I did this slowly, feeling the cold tile floor on the
soles of my feet. She then handed me a small folded bunch of bright
yellow fabric. It was thin and smooth between my fingers. Without even
taking a breath I could smell the delicate floral of the fabric softener.
"Please, put on the panties first.," I was prompted as I was frozen with
the weirdness of the situation. I unfolded the garment and held it out
before me. It seemed small but felt stretchy.
"Insert your penis into the sleeve in the front panel as you pull them
all the way on."
Sure enough there was a small pocket that stretched as I guided myself
into them. It made more sense as I pulled the panties on all way. They
drew my penis down and back between my legs and left a smooth front. Just
like a girl wearing panties I thought. I was bumped out of the daze by
the command to lie on the bed.
I did as commanded and the attendant emerged around the screen with a
tray that held a shaving razor, shaving cream and a wet and a dry towel.
"I must shave your chest before you put on the bra." The razor went from
chilly to warm as she proceed to do just that while I lay there still and
silent. The cold wet and then warm dry towels were used to wipe the hair
and cream off my chest. There was a chemical citrus smell as she squirted
a gooey liquid where she had just shaved. From where the towels had been
on the tray she lifted two wobbly blobs that were the pale color of my
sun shielded shaved chest. These she press to the spots were she had
squirted the goo. When she lifted her hands away a couple minutes later
the blobs stuck and I saw that i now had breast. A bright yellow bra that
matched the panties followed as she had me sit up and let her put it on.
It was silky and stretched smoothly along my back as it lifted my fake
breast up and forward.
She handed me my faded blue jeans and dull grey t-shirt now folded in one
neat pile. She left the privacy area as I put on my clothes. They fit
great which made me realize that they weren't my clothes. They were the
same color and fabric. They were slightly loose without being baggy
following the contours of my body. The issue was that my contours were
now different. The shirt went out with my new bust and in my old stomach.
The jeans went in where the panties made a flat front. From the shirt
down I looked liked a middle aged slightly fit female programmer. I felt
my breath getting quicker with a slightly frantic pause when my lungs
were at their fullest.
The attendant returned and told me that dinner would be served soon. I
dragged my sneakers through the thick carpet to the dining room. The
sneakers were nearly the same as my mine. The same model of grey and
brown asics but they had a slightly higher heel. I was relieved to see
that Marion wasn't already in the room. This gave me a chance to sit,
catch my breath and prepare for her to see me.
"On, my!," Marion tried to sound sympathetic but I could hear the slight
amusement in her voice. She tried to recover, "I'm sorry, I know this
must be hard for you. But part of me finds it funny and another part
finds it kind of sexy."
"You think this is sexy." I replied.
"Well maybe more sexual than straight out sexy. But it's not funny
because of how you look but because you were always so obsessed with my
boobs when were first together"
"Oh, I'm still obsessed with your breasts, I just eventually realized how
uncomfortable it made you."
She smiled kindly and said, "Well, I'll try and learn that lesson. But, I
kind of like them"
The rest of dinner passed with a surprising amount of non awkward
conversation. I was sitting at the table using silverware and I had my
eyesight. Once we moved past the breasts this was as normal a dinner as
we have had since before the move. I followed Marion out of the room to
go watch TV so she didn't notice my jeans till she turned to sit down.
"What the hell happened to your penis?," she blurted out and then
followed with a softer , "Are you ok?"
I shrugged, "The underwear pulls everything back. It feels weird but not
painful". I had honestly forgotten about the jeans till she noticed them.
We watched some TV and cuddled but her hands roamed more than normal.
While she never touched my fake breasts or my flattened front, I felt her
touch pass the outskirts of those areas. At the end of the first show she
turned toward me, kissed me and asked if I was ready to go up stairs.
We hadn't had sex since a quickie in the middle of packing for the move
so sexually I was very ready to go upstairs. But, with all the
strangeness of the past nights I hadn't felt confident enough to initiate
nor did I want Marion to think my sexual readiness was some kink related
to the social experiment. On the other hand if she wanted sex I wasn't
going to parse her motives at this point.
She had her clothes off and was partially under the covers almost as soon
as she was in the room. As I was following suit she said, "Can you leave
your underwear on at first?"
"Sure," I quietly replied not sure what I was gonna do with my penis
tucked and breasts in the way. All I needed to do was get in bed. Her
hands were all over me. Her hands slowed as they lingered on my silky
panties and bra. I could feel the slight torq from her rubbing the
nipples on my fake breasts. She rubbed the flat front of the panties
before she slid her hand between my legs and found the head of my bent
but erect penis. It had swollen and stretched out the sleeve. She gently
nudged me to turn over on my stomach as she found my penis again this
time from behind. Tickling, rubbing and then pressing my penis almost all
the way into my anus. This went on for a while as she also kissed my
lower back and shoulder blades. She then worked my panties down my legs
taking time to slowly extract my shaft from the tight sleeve.
I then rolled back over as she climbed on and impaled herself on me. Her
hands went straight to the breasts and stayed there. She rocked back and
forth with energetic pulling and pushing. I was briefly concern about the
glue but was soon caught up in the coming release. She was loud when she
came followed soon by my deep quiet ecstasy. I fell asleep with her at my
side with a hand on a breast and an arm around my waist.
I was startled awake from a dead sleep by the attendant whispering in my
ear. "Please, put your panties back on." I slowly and groggily complied
and then drifted back to sleep.
Much later with the bright morning light coming through the eastern
windows I was awoken again but this time by a hand between my legs
rubbing me to hardness from behind. We a longer slower repeat of the
night before then we showered together in the large glass master shower.
Seeing me for the first time without a bra, Marion spent more time than
needed cleaning my temporary breasts.
Wrapped in large towel around my chest that would have never stayed put
before, I went into my walk in closet to get dressed. All the draws that
had my clothes were locked but a new dresser towards the back of the
closet opened to show me many matching pairs of bras and panties. I
selected a rich brown pair that I hoped would seem less girly. I found a
pair of dark girly blue jeans in the bottom drawer and a simple bright
red fitted t-shirt from the drawer above. As I was getting dressed, I
quickly tucked my penis in my new panties and tried hard not to look at
the dresses I had just noticed were hanging next to my suites.
We had a merry breakfast with a fair amount of flirty hand holding.
Marion's eyes spent more time on my chest then I would have liked but I
knew that she had a long way to go to equal my time staring at hers. We
were just winding down our post breakfast nibbling when the clinic
attendant entered and informed me ,"The clinic will be ready any time you
are."
I emerged 20 minutes later from the clinic wearing a male version of the
clothes I had chosen that morning all the way down to the rich brown
boxer briefs and now heelless yellow slippers. Feeling relaxed from the
sex but subdued from the reluctant cross dressing I just lounged around
with Marion watching Netflix while we surfed the web on our phones.
Sandwich rolls were brought to us around lunch time and we spent most of
the afternoon in the pool and hot tub.
We were napping in front of the TV on opposite ends of the same huge
couch when the 5:45 invitation to the clinic came. This time the chosen
envelope contained an ominous "Pacifier".
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