Chapter 6 #2
She was right. It did feel natural. As if a part of me I never even knew was empty had just been made whole again.
Everything inside me wanted to push it further in, but I followed the instructions, my hand tightening around the wet length of the wand as my hole clenched the warm plastic.
There’s no shame here. Only pleasure. Only opening.
‘No shame,’ I slurred as soft moans joined the background music, first one and then several others. The binaural rhythm was like a metronome to me now. ‘Pleasure… opening.’
Deeper now… nice and slow… follow the curve.
Let it press against that special spot inside you… your sacred centre.
Clumsily I let it slip further into me, my eyelids flickering.
I glanced at the leaflet for a moment and tried my best to find the sacred centre.
I followed the curve, moaning as each inch slipped into me.
My cock twitched and the engorged head swelled further when a feeling like a wave of pleasure radiated from deep inside my arse.
‘FuUuCk.’
The first proper hit against my prostate sent a lightning bolt of pleasure through me. My mind scrambled for purchase. This is for Cathy. Just for Cathy. I’m still straight. I’m still—
A sudden and delicious fullness like I had never experienced made everything tighten, from my jaw to my toes.
Notice how your pretty little clitty is leaking… dripping… without a single touch.
My clitty? The word jolted me, but my cock — smaller, flushed, helplessly leaking — twitched hard at the sound of it.
Why “clitty” though? It was a co—
That’s perfect. That’s exactly what we want.
You don’t need to stroke anymore. Just breathe… and move the wand in slow, rhythmic circles… massaging that spot.
Still, it was a co—
‘Christ!’
Electric jolts shot straight to my cock as I moved the wand, trying my best to breathe as I shifted it in circles. It felt as if my entire body was lighting up from the inside.
Heavy, throbbing aches forced another moan out of me and by the time I had completed several circles my legs were showing the first signs of trembling.
You are opening…
A deep breath, another circle. This is wrong, I thought desperately.
You are softening…
But it feels so good…
You are blooming…
No. I’m a man. I’m straight. I—
Was I? No matter what the voice said, no matter the earth-shaking trembles that made me leak non-stop and clench my hole, this was just… wrong. It had to be. I was a straight man!
Feel your nipples tingling… your chest growing fuller… your hips becoming rounder…
This is what your body was always meant to feel.
No, no, no. It wasn’t. That time in Thailand had been a complete mistake. That evening Cathy had caught me was likewise. The internal voice grew weaker with every circle, every breath, every pulse of pleasure. My resistance was fracturing.
Yet now you’re sat here with a dildo up your queer arsehole, a male voice in my head mocked me. My voice.
‘It’s a wand for – ugh – chakra balancing!’
The circles had never stopped while I warred internally. My gaze was probably glassy and unfocused, my mouth hanging open, ignorant of anything but the battling voices and the ache that was growing quickly into a tsunami of lustful bliss.
Let the pleasure build… but do not cum. Not yet.
Not yet.
By now my legs were trembling, my whole body shaking by itself, my thoughts stretched to the breaking point of being smashed apart by the incoming wave of pleasure.
Edge beautifully for me… hold it… let it spread through your whole body like warm honey.
You are opening…
You are softening…
You are blooming…
Guttural noises left my throat. I was by now unable to form proper words. One leg twitched as I unconsciously applied more gel to my full hole and continued the circles without pausing.
‘P-lease,’ I said as if the recording could hear me and respond. ‘I-I can’t hold it any more.’ I heard myself speak, but it may as well have been someone else for all the notice I gave it.
When the recording started speaking again, pausing briefly so that the only sounds were my voice, the music that seemed to have changed to a more mellow, lilting track, and my heavy breathing, the tone of the voice was much lighter… much more intimate…
Good girl… such a good girl…
Feel how delicate and sweet your clitty is now… how it twitches and leaks just for me.
Being filled like this… it feels right, doesn’t it?
Deeper… slower… that’s it…
As I looked down at my leaking clitty jerking between my smooth thighs, the final piece clicked. It was Cathy. There was some altering, some tech magic that had changed her normal voice, but somehow through the heavy fog I knew it was the voice of my absent bride-to-be.
The realisation should have enraged me. Instead, a helpless, submissive thrill ran through my body.
I moved the wand as I had been told, deeper…
slower… keeping my eyes focused on my pretty clitty…
that tidal wave of gratifying sensations thrown like a blanket over my head and mind, swelling like my convulsing clitty as I became more of a dripping mess.
You are opening…
You are softening…
You are blooming…
You are safe.
You are becoming more beautiful with every breath.
Your true self is emerging… soft… sensitive… eager to please…