"Ah, hold on Karyn!" Jon was over the worst (or best) of his latest trip down Orgasm Alley and thought he could keep the noise down, at least for a bit. He wondered faintly why he had ever thought the idea of multiple orgasms was a good idea...
Karyn looked at him suspiciously, then at the wriggling... thing in her hand. Another click on the remote stopped it and its brethren which were still in a position it perpetrate atrocities on Jon's intimate feminine regions. Jon sighed.
"It would really help if you didn't play around with that switch, y'know." He tried to wriggle upright again, wondering why he was bothering. Every time he'd tried to get up in the past ten minutes or so he had ended up horizontal.
"Ah." said Karyn, finally figuring it out. "Then this thing," holding up the gag, "isn't the only one controlled by the remote?"
Jon nodded, with some difficulty given the high thick rubber collar wrapped around his slender neck. "Uh, there's actually two more of them." Best to tell her everything, he figured, get it over with. He was in no position to bargain. Well, he was female, looking identical to Karyn, dressed in a pervert's dream of frothy rubber, wearing insanely high-heeled shoes, his arms bound tightly behind him, wearing a corset and a high discipline collar. The two dildoes in his latex panties were a mere trifle compared to that list.
"Two? Where would..." Karyn stopped. "Oh." She looked down at the remote and the gag. "And they both...?" She made a pumping motion with her hand. Jon nodded again. "Oh. Ohhhhh..."
After a few seconds the glazed expression on her face went away and she helped Jon to make his cumbersome way up off the floor. With the aid of Karyn's strong grip he was able to balance on toe-tip in the impossible ballet shoes, but any attempt to try to stand unaided resulted in him starting to topple. The heavy skirts and petticoats dragging at his legs didn't help, tangling and hampering his movements but the real problem, he decided, was the short chain linking his ankles and restricting his ability to move his feet.
He flumped down onto the edge of the bed with a sigh, cut short as the impact pushed certain objects into places he didn't care to be reminded of. At some point, he thought, they have to come out. His imagination supplied the requisite images of this event and he shuddered. At least Karyn's original wish had meant they had appeared in place, and not actually had been inserted... he shuddered again. Jon's imagination had always been a good one, very pictorial. Right now it was working overtime, supplying him with a surround sound track and touchy-feely too. He would rather it didn't, on balance.
