First Day

I was reticent to open my eyes. I felt so warm where I was. Then with a jolt I realized that my eyes were already open, they had merely misted over, giving me the impression that they were closed. I tried to move my arms but it was as if they were stuck to my side.

What was this happening?

Relax Dick, relax. I tried to take a deep breath, but even my nose didn't seem to cooperate.

It was just a bad dream. The last time I felt like that, it had been after a bad night of drinking and my friends had found it funny to wrap me in cling film, leaving just a small slit for me to breathe.

I tried to remember the last thing I had done. I had gone to Gaetan Square. I was supposed to break up with Esmie.

Esmie, she would kow what happened to me? She was so caring, not even complaining when I had to work late nights and miss our dates.

But no wait, we had already broken up. Yes, and we were in the garden, kissing and then suddenly she got all angry on me.

What was it that she had said? She had said something about me pleasing women. It was true, my girlfriends had always congratulated me on my ability to make them reach an orgasm. At that thought, I felt myself start to vibrate with pleasure.

Oohh, I hadn't touched a woman in some time now, I would give so much to touch the warm and delicately perfumed skin of Esmie right now. I would first of all untie those ridiculously sized blouses that she wore. She had such a sexy body, so I allways wondered why she hid them behind unflattering clothes.

But she compensated with the skimpy lingerie that she adored. Those little scraps of silk that she called underwear failed to cover anything and this was what I liked. Each time, I touched her she would become wet and would yearn for me to thrust into her. And I never failed to make her shout my name in pleasure as she would reach her climax.

Shouting? Yes, Esmie had been shouting at me. She had said something about me being served. But served what? As I pondered over the last minutes of my last meeting with her, I recalled that sparks had been flying out of her fingertip and then I had fainted.

I had never fainted in my life, not even when I was hit in the balls by a well-aimed soccer ball during a match. I had seen stars, but I had never lost consciousness.

I tried to press my mind for answers. but I couldn't think straight, not with the buzzing noise that was filling my ears. I squinted and tried to look at my surroundings. I seemed to be in a feminine bedroom, judging by the pink bedspread and rosy-colored gauzy curtains moving to the rhythm of a summer breeeze. An incense stick was burning in a corner and I could see a thin trail of smoke rising, spreading the scent of wild roses.

There was a large wardrobe just beside the large bed, with two wide doors that were closed. I tried to see what was on the other side of the room, but I couldn't turn my neck around.

Could it be that I had an accident and I was in a comatose state, which was why I couldn't move? Panic started gaining me and I felt fear course through me. This seemed to be a plausible reason, why everything seemed so strange and I couldn't even move.

Suddenly I heard a beeping sound behind me, like those you hear on mobile phones and it was followed by a vibration. It seemed very close to me, but I couldn't be certain as I couldn't even see the phone, just guess at its presence.

If I could cry, I was sure that tears would be pouring out of my eyes, but I didn't even have that luxury, so I remained still with my eyes fixedon the door handle that was to my left. As I was looking at it, I saw it moving and the door started opening.

'Finally, someone will be here and I will get my answers.'

The door swrved open and I saw a woman come in, wearing a semi-transparent nightie which allowed me to see her dusky brown nipples poking through the thin fabric. The silky fabric was so soft that it seemed to be delicately cupping each curve of her body, highlighting her Venus mound which seemed to be covered by a fine covering of hairs, which made the fabric look darker. The indent of her waist was highlighted and even in my incapacitated state, I felt aroused.

I tried to raise my head to look at the head of this beauty, but I couldn't see betond the shoulders.

So I was going to be sharing a room with this woman then? Not bad.

The woman lit a single candle shaped like a rose flower and switched off the main light. The dim light only highlighted her exotic beauty and I felt my excitement mount when I saw her hand reach towards me. I felt as if my head being raised and I braced myself for this touch.

The ringing of a cell phone interrupted the upward motion and I felt myself being lowered in the same place, but as I went down, I could see that the angle had changed and I could now see the other side of the room.

As I was set down, I tried to peer ahead in the semi-darkness and I realized that there was a mirror ahead, Maybe I would be able to see why I was unable to make my limbs move if I saw my reflection. I could see the reflection of the rose candle, but where was I? I was right in front of the mirror so I should have been able to see myself, but I could only see a glass or marble object shaped like a cone.

I kept looking, but each time my gaze remained stuck on the glossy texture of this object. It was about 25 cntimetres long with a width of 5 to 6 centimetres. The tip was round and smooth and as I kept looking, I saw the reflection of a hand reach for the object. At the same time, I felt myself being lifted in the air, moving farther and farther from the mirror.

That was when realization dawned and I understood that I was this object. As I was cupped in the gentle warm hands of this woman who rubbed her hands up and down my length warming me, I started to get the answer I had been seeking for. But no, it couldn't be.

But the answer was self-evident as I saw the woman take off her nightdress with one arm, baring her naked body to me. Under the glow of the candle, her body had taken on a luminescent shine. I was then brought downwards, passing her plump breasts, her belly button until I reached the apex of her thighs.

She opened her legs wide, letting me have a look at the curls guarding her secret entrance. And as I was brought forward slowly until I felt the walls of her vagina clasp me tightly, I understood what had happened. In the midst of being moved up and down and eliciting moans from the woman, I knew that I had been transformed into a dildo.

The man who had always ran after women for pleasure was now responsible for giving pleasure to women.