"Boo!" Jon fell back in shock as he realised just who it was standing in front of him, looking like Jim Rodgers but not behaving at all like the big dumb jock Jon knew him to be from class.
"Hmm-whimm?" he mumbled past the tortuous gag as he struggled fruitlessly to sit up again. The big very male figure before him nodded then reached down to help him upright.
"Took you long enough to figure it out. The look on your face... my face, anyway." He, no she laughed. "Priceless." He swivelled Jon on the bed, the slickness of the rubber ballgown making such a movement easy, but Jon was still aware of the strength in those big capable hands on his bare shoulders.
"I'll take that gag out if you promise not to yell, OK?" Jon nodded as Karyn fumbled behind his head. The straps came loose but Karyn had to pull the dildo gag from Jon's aching mouth. She looked at the pulsating object in her hand, dripping with saliva as Jon stretched his lipsticked mouth to try and relieve the numbness and strain the gag had induced.
"Ahhhh, thanks." he said, in Karyn's soft contralto, before he noticed the way she was looking at the dildo gag. "Oh."
"This looks..." She gave up on finishing the sentence. Interesting wasn't nearly enough gun, uncomfortable was self-evident, perverted definitely so, stimulating... no, she didn't want to go there. Nope. No way. "How do you switch it off?"
Jon was starting to wriggle again. One down, two more still doing their thing to his lower regions, including the Karyn-specific one. It was almost a relief of sorts for him to notice the butt-plug was intrusive but not particularly stimulating. It confirmed his sense of heterosexuality was not in any sort of a danger form this experience. The other Marvel of Science, though, was repeatedly reminding him that his current state of heterosexuality was not particularly masculine.
"I, ummm, don't know." Jon bit his lip and wriggled again. He had promised no more screaming and if he gave in Karyn might reinsert his gag, and she had the brute strength to override anything Jon could do about it right now. "I, uh, well the gag was your, ah, wish, wasn't it?"
Karyn nodded. "Well, in that case, I'll just wish it out of existence." She clutched the wishing stone again, then stopped. "On the other hand, it might come in useful again." Jon's heart sank. What was Karyn thinking?
"Okay, this'll work. I wish I had a remote control for this... thing in my pocket." She put the gag back down on the bed as she reached into her jacket pocket. The thing buzzed venomously and seemed to wriggle towards Jon, who backed off from it as best he could, dressed and bound as he was.
"Ah, here it is." There was a click and the damn thing on the bed died. At the same time the two other protruberances at the centre of Jon's feminine world stopped doing their dance as well. Jon sighed in relief.
There was another click and all three dildoes sprang into life again. Jon yelped. Click. Relief. Click. On no... it was actually worse than before, the pauses just intensified the feelings when they started up again. He tried to remain quiet but Karen was looking at him it a puzzled manner. Click. Click. Clickclickclick. He fell off the bed yet again. Oh God...
"Uh, Jon." Karyn was looking at the remote in her big hand with a suspicious expression as her boyfriend in her body thrashed around legs kicking and ankle chains jingling on the floor in his latex finery, uttering muted noises, lips firmly pressed together. "Is there something you haven't told me?" She pressed the button again experimentally. Click.
"Wooooaaaaaaahhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh!!!!!"
Sighing, Karyn reached for the gag again.
