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Dream a Little Dream
By Grosporina

After five years of marriage, David Cather thought he could say he and his wife the beautiful and extremely sexy Gina had tried just about everything in the realm of sexual enjoyment.
David had met Gina Monachelli at the start of both their senior years in college. He was attracted to her the first time he laid eyes on her, and for good reason she was the image of what he saw as "the perfect woman." Five foot tall with dark, olive-toned skin, large brown eyes, and thick, full, lips, Gina's firm body was crowned with a head of long, thick, curly jet-black hair reaching well past her shoulders. And as if this wasn't enough . . . Gina was in possession of the largest tits David had ever laid eyes upon. That alone made her well worth the price of ogling even if he wasn't alone in that department.
As luck would have it, Gina zeroed in on David and sought him out. She later told him that there was "something strange in his gaze" and she thought this would be enough to scope him out and discover what he was about. It didn't take long to discover they both were interested in sex and not necessarily the kind best taken straight up.
Once back at his place David was sharing a place off campus with two other guys Gina stripped and asked if he had any baby oil. Immediately upon producing the oil she told him what she wanted: "Oil my breasts, tit fuck me, and cum in my face." David didn't need to be asked twice. Less than a minute after placing his cock between those slippery 32 DDs he erupted, spraying her neck, chin, cheeks, hair you name it. If it was anywhere near her head, it was covered in his semen.
She sat up, cum dripping from her face. She moved to kiss him, then stopped and whispered, "Lick my face clean, okay?" Much to his surprise David didn't hesitate, lapping up his love juices for the first time, never thinking for one moment why he would swallow his own cum, but instead just doing it.
When he was done Gina kissed him and said, "Oh, baby. I think I've found my true love."
They were married right out of college.
Gina confessed while they were dating that she was "probably a nympho" who found strange sex "fucking boring" and was driven by her desire to "try everything imaginable and more." She told David about how she had been a virgin until her eighteenth birthday, when she'd went out to the car of her brother's best friend and laid him, "For the fuck of it," as she said. She told him about twosomes and threesomes and group sex; about tit fucks and ass fucks and sucking cock until she was dizzy; about S & M and B & D and how she'd nearly been blinded by a "pseudo-Master" the year before, and how the possibility of never seeing again had turned her on; about her many encounters with women, and how she'd "dominated" her roommate, turning her "into a sexual plaything with a BS in Economics and a love of eating pussy."
She asked David if he thought any less of her.
He told her they had a lot of catching up to do .. . . .
The five years had been interesting. David and Gina both had well-paying jobs in the private sector. While not "well off," they certainly had enough money to keep them happy.
Sex was never out of the question, and there were few boundaries put upon their play, with death and mutilation seeming to be the only things verboten. During the day they both put on their corporate faces and slaved away; at night one might find Gina inserting a 300 pearl strange up David's ass and removing it slowly, one pearl at a time, as she sucked him off. Or Gina lying upon the kitchen table masturbating with an eighteen inch dildo as David taped the experience. Or giving each other golden showers in the bathtub. Or chaining themselves face to face to each other for an entire weekend.
Gina also loved to role-play. Most of the time it was "Master-slave" stuff with the roles interchangeable. Every once in a while, though, they felt like taking their fantasies outside to the public forum. Having sex in public places had become second nature, but they'd chilled this out after getting busted once in a local mall parking lot. The "Club Pickup" was always a popular game, and Gina usually got into being the object of David's desire, playing her part to the hilt. The twist on this was the "Club Whore," when Gina would put out eventually, but only for a price. The twist on this game would be when David would have Gina not only proposition someone else, but bring home the money after the act. Gina and David got so into this game once that Gina spent an evening "plying her trade" on a street corner, and did three guys before calling it a night.
Then came Halloween . . . .
The year before Gina had been invited to a party by one of her co-workers. Gina wanted them to get all dressed up in leather and latex, which David thought he would enjoy. There was just one catch: Gina wanted them to be lesbian lovers. David was a little leery of this at first, since it would require him getting dressed up as a woman. Gina assured him it would be okay; she pointed out that he had a slim physique and soft features which, if done right, would allow him to be "transformed" without a problem. And since they had a month to get ready . . . .
By the time they arrived at the party, Gina could show off "Darla" without fear of anything recognizing "her" as her husband. Her "lover" was dressed in a tight black leather pencil dress with a build in corset pulled tight to show off her slim waist and smooth, round hips and ass. The dress, a fetish outfit, sealed at the neck and didn't allow anyone a peek Darla's cleavage which everyone admitted must have been awesome, given the girl's tremendous 36 EE cups. Her long black hair ringed her tastefully made-up face, and her two inch long nailed were painted a lavender which matched her toenails. Gina herself decked out in a bright blue PVC mini dress showed off the girl, making her mince around on the platform sandals with seven inch heels. It was a shame that Gina had forbidden the girl to speak, as many in the room wanted to strike up a conversation with her . . . .
David didn't admit anything to Gina until after the party, but the month he'd endured becoming feminized had struck a cord that he hadn't known existed. He'd loved the long hair, the nails, the weight of the latex breasts affixed to his chest, the feel of the corset around his waist, the forms which filled out his hips and ass and hid his genitals; the swish of his legs against the leather . . . for the entire evening he had believed himself to be Darla, and had loved flirting with everyone, doing Gina's "slave" work and didn't even complain when "her master" ordered her to her knees so she could suck off a gentleman who'd given Gina $100 so he could enjoy a blow job from "her little lover "
On the way home David admitted he wanted Gina to feminize whenever she felt like it. Gina said she would love to.
Only David knew that no mater how far they went, it wouldn't be enough.

It was Gina's dream which brought David to this strange place . . . .
Sven months had passed since that Halloween party, and Darla had become as real a person as David. At least twice a week usually on the weekends Gina transformed her husband into Darla. Sometimes the transformation would last for only a few hours usually the time spent out at a club, or going to a movie, or having dinner as "girlfriends". David had learned to master a voice which sounded like a woman's, and people who met them didn't seem to know the difference.
There were other times, though, when Darla existed for most of a day, if not longer. They would go shopping, trying on clothes and shoes and underwear, then go home and "model" for each other . . . and sometime after that they would head out for a club to go dancing and anything else that might happen. The first time "anything else" had occurred happened right before Christmas. Gina and Darla were out dancing, and being the two hottest "girls" in the room it was only natural that guys were hitting on them as if there were no tomorrow. Then someone started passing around Ecstasy, and suddenly getting hit on felt good . . . Darla found herself dancing with this guy with no name, but whom to her "feminine" eyes appeared very attractive and attracted to her. He slipped up behind her, his hard-on jabbing her in the ass, and asked if she would like to fuck. "I can't," Darla/David replied, "I'm having my period. But . . .." She turned and smiled, licking her lips. "I wouldn't mind sucking that big, hard cock of yours. If you don't mind . . . ."
Gina was waiting at the table twenty minutes later, watching Darla return from her quick excursion to the parking lot. She gave her husband/girlfriend a sideward glance and asked, "You suck him off?"
"Yes," came the reply.
Gina sipped her Black Russian, then said, "You slut."
The next morning Gina told David, "You know, I had the strangest dream. We were out dancing, but it wasn't you dressed up like Darla you were Darla. You were a real girl. Only this time you had short red hair and a very dark tan, and your tits . . . they were twice the size of mine! You had on this mini dress, this red number . . .. man, you were so fucking hot! You leaned over to me your cleavage was all over the place, the guys next to us were drooling and you asked, 'Would you like to suck my nipples? They're so sensitive ' And I came. In my sleep! I had a wet dream; that's the first time I ever had that happen!"
David thought for a moment. "Do you think it would ever happen?"
"Not like that," Gina said. "There's no way you could ever be that real of a girl." She shrugged, sipping her coffee. "But it's nice to think about it."
Which caused David to do some thinking of his own .. . . .
When David had been a young teenager, his grandfather had spent a lot of time living with the family. While most of David's family his mother in particular, since she'd grown up with this man found some of his stories about the way things had been year before to be well, tiresome bullshit, David was somewhat enthralled by the old man's yarns. Especially the ones about scoring with girls but that's another story.
One of the stories David's grandfather had told concerned a well just outside of town in what was now one of the quainter suburbs. Back when the old man had been a kid, the story was that if you went to the well, threw in a coin, and made a wish, the wish would come true. Most people didn't believe it "Even my own friends thought I was full of bull-hocky, Davie," the old man told him but for those who did believe . . . well, as the old man once explained, things were different.
"Your grandmother was a fine woman," he said one time. "Although most people never thought so. You see, when your grandmother and I first met, she was rather plain . . ." David had found this hard to believe; he'd seen pictures of the woman as a young girl, and to David's eyes, she'd been a total babe.
"But I liked her a lot, and that was fine. Only .. . . your grandmother wanted to be beautiful, like those movie stars, you know? Only back years ago they didn't have all this plastic surgery stuff and whatnot, and what they did have someone like me couldn't afford .. . . so I made up my mind I'd try that well and see if it would do the trick for me. You see, I believed, so I figured it would work for me
"I went out there, threw in a penny, and said, "I wish Mary was a beautiful woman with big tits, a great ass, and who likes to fuck like a mink.' I mean, even then, guys knew what they wanted " He winked, then continued. "Well, holy shit, imagine my surprise when I ran into Mary that evening, and sure enough she had a great body, these huge titties, a lovely ass . . . one of the most beautiful women you ever laid eyes on. And could she fuck . . . Like a mink, just as I'd wished!" Grandpa had sat back, his mind returning to the past, and the story ended.
He'd told these stories a couple of more times, although it didn't seem as if anything ever came of other wishes . . . "It's like there's only one wish per person," he'd told David later.. "So you got to be careful."
In the last few days David had looked for the well. He knew what town it was in, but his grandfather's recollections of the place didn't correspond to the way things were now. It's been over sixty years since his grandfather had claimed to have made his wish, and David wondered if the well was still around.
Something was drawing him towards the riverfront, though. And instead of fighting the feeling, he went with it.
And found what he was searching for.
At one time it must have been a public well sitting on the banks of the river. A jogging path ran nearby, and there was but little growth between the path and the well. The way it was situated among the trees, though, it was impossible to see unless you were looking for it.
And that's all it really was: a well. A wooden cover which had seen better days sitting atop a brick and mortar tube sunk deep into the ground. David looked inside and couldn't see bottom, although he could smell the mustiness which could only have been brought about by decades of moisture and rot.
He knew the reason he was here; he wanted to share in Gina's dreams. Since his alter-ego, Darla, had been created, he found himself fantasizing about "her" all the time. It wasn't enough to pretend he was her he really wanted to be her. He wanted to see what being Darla was really like.
He wanted to spend some time living as a real woman.
And saw this as his only way of accomplishing that goal.
He removed a nickel and, without hesitation, flipped it into the well. There was a momentary pause, then a tiny splash when it hit the water. David took a deep breath, then said, "I wish I could become the sort of woman Gina dreams about, so I can see what it's like to really be Darla."
He closed his eyes.
Opened them.
Nothing.
Examining himself, it was obvious he was still David. No long hair, no painted nails, no breasts nothing. Just the same person he had always been.
Well, he figured he had nothing to lose.
Except that nickel . . . .

He hadn't told Gina about what he'd done. He figured the more left unsaid, the better. After all, there was no point in making a complete fool of himself.
Gina knew something might be up when David showed no interest in sex that evening not even when Gina suggested putting the double-headed vibrating dildo in her vagina and ass while she sucked him off, thus achieving triple penetration. Daivd's response was that he wasn't feeling well, which Gina knew was bullshit. But she didn't question his mood: it did appear he had something on his mind, and whatever it was probably account for his current disposition.
Putting everything on hold until the morning, Gina drifted off to sleep
Only to be awakened in the middle of the night.
The shaking didn't snap her awake right away; she'd been deep in dreamland, and her head was filled with the cotton that accompanies such a rude shock to the system. And there was this voice . . . David's voice she would recognize. If he were telling her to wake up, Gina knew she'd be awake instantly. But this? She thought for a moment she was still in her dream, hearing that soft, pliant whisper . . . "Gina? Gina! Wake up, honey!"
She rolled over. "Wha is . . . it?!?" Gina was instantly awake
When the girl kneeling in bed next to her the naked girl with the dark hair and the soft, baby face and the four huge breasts put her hands on her hips and said, "Dear, I think we need to talk .. . . ."

"So, you're telling me that you made a wish, and that I dreamed you?" Gina, dressed in sweat pants and an old sweat shirt, sipped her coffee while waiting to hear once more the explanation from the girl who used to be her husband.
David was also wearing a pair of sweat pants, but neither of them had a shirt big enough to cover this mounds of flesh currently attached to "her" chest. Darla as he was starting to call himself pulled on one of David's old robes in an attempt at a little self dignity.
"That's pretty much it, Gina," she said once again. "I had wished to become uh the 'girl of her dreams,' I guess." She shrugged. "I guess I should have worded things a little differently."
"You think?"
Gina's admonition wasn't that stern, but Darla cringed just the same. "I'm sorry. I didn't think . . . I mean "
"It's okay, honey." And as far as Gina was concerned, it really was. She wasn't mad. For one, how could she be mad at something that, by any rational explanation, shouldn't have occurred? Wishes weren't the sort of thing that one expected to see come true. So how could she have expected David or now Darla to have done something which had produced the results sitting before her?
And there was this other thing . . . Gina didn't want couldn't admit it just yet but David's new look was really turning her on.
First, Darla was about Gina's height maybe an inch taller, but that was it. The dark hair she first noticed in the darkened bedroom was a shock of raven-black hair as thick and long as her own. Darla looked young maybe late teens, early twenties at most. She was thin and toned and had legs which looked long all things Gina really liked in a woman. Her fingernails were inch-long claws painted a bright red. Gina didn't know if she'd be very dexterous with those, but wondered if it really mattered . . . .
Then once came her breasts, ass, and groin, and Gina felt like she was in Heaven. Darla's ass was perfect smooth and round and full without being huge. Her pussy was completely hairless, and a little puffy; Gina figured Darla was probably feeling horny just sitting her speaking.
And what couldn't be said about her breasts? They were all bigger than Gina's. Since David and her had decided on E cups for "Darla" when they "put her together," Gina figured that's what the girl had. She hadn't expected to see four of them draping her frame but then again, she couldn't remember that much of her dream.
Darla's nothing but tits from her neck to her hips when she sits, she thought. She's gonna have a few problems moving around with all that weight assuming we can find something for her to wear. Although for now, naked is just fine.
"Well, D-Darla, are you happy you are a woman?" Gina smiled slightly. All the times David had spoken about actually becoming a girl and all those times Gina was secretly wishing he was, because . .. . a little girl-on-girl action was something that Gina had not only done many times, but enjoyed a lot.
Darla touched herself her breasts through the terrycloth robe. She knew these breasts would be sensitive, but this much? And her pussy . . . Gina had never told her about this constant urge radiating from her groin . . . "I think I'll like it." She stood up, arching her back. "But this weight . . . it's going to take some getting used to. And how am I going to get clothes?"
"We might have to get some made for you."
"But . . ." Darla didn't want to say it, but felt it was necessary. "I'm like a freak. You know? No one's ever seen a girl like me with four tits before "
"It's not important," Gina said, finishing her coffee. "Hell, people will be so busy staring at you they won't have time to worry about you being a freak." She stood and stretched as well. "Damn. I need to piss."
Gina didn't think anything of it when Darla went to her knees and removed Gina's sweat pants. She didn't think anything was out of the ordinary when Darla slid her hands onto Gina's ass and moved her forward. She didn't consider it strange when Darla leaned back, said, "Ready, Miss Gina," and opened her mouth as she positioned herself under Gina's vagina. Gina didn't even think twice when she relieved herself into Darla's mouth . . . .
It was only after Darla licked Gina's clitoris and vagina clear giving her an orgasm in the process and then stood that both women stopped and stared at each other, a feeling of shocked confusion passing between them. Darla put her hand to her mouth and gasped, "You just pissed in my mouth!"
"I know." Gina didn't know what else to say.
"What . . . what else were you dreaming about, Gina?"
Gina began getting impression of the dream she'd been having. "I guess . . . I mean, I was dreaming . . . about how cool it would be to have a girl around who was you know. Submissive." She looked at the horror in Darla's eyes. "And how she might do certain things for you. Like, you know . . . ."
"Piss in her mouth?"
"Yeah. I mean well, that's something that I've always wanted to try."
"That's fucking sick!"
Gina felt something come up from deep inside her. It was just a feeling, that's all, but it was something she felt she should do "Oh, you think so, Darla?" she asked, turning her voice just this side of stern.
Darla snapped to as if she'd been slapped. Instantly as Gina has somehow knew she became meek and quiet and apologetic. "I'm sorry, Miss Gina. I didn't mean to snap at you."
"Really?"
"Yes. Of course." Then she looked up again. "Oh, shit. I was just like "
"A submissive little girl."
"Yeah."
She tried the voice again. "Yeah?"
"Yes, Miss Gina." Shock and recognition once more. "Please don't do that, dear!"
"Dear?" Gina straightened, feeling the fire come into her eyes. I don't know how long this will last, but I think I'm going to like it . . . . "Don't you mean, 'Miss Gina'?"

By morning Gina had a pretty good idea what Darla was capable of doing for her "Mistress."
After a few tongue lashing Darla fell right into the submissive role, and just about did anything her "Miss Gina" requested. David the Husband had become Darla the Naked Slave, and Gina loved it. She watched in the morning as Darla prepared breakfast to Gina's specifications (wearing only an apron and high heels the last because "It was only natural."), then serving her and standing off to one side as "Mistress" ate. Darla only ate after she was given permission.
Then she rushed Gina to the tub and bathed her, brushed her teeth, combed her hair styled it actually; Darla spent nearly twenty minutes getting it right and then asked if Gina would like a manicure and pedicure. Since it was Sunday Gina thought, "What the hell?" and spent the next hour having her nails buffed and polished. This was followed by Darla shaving Gina's armpits and trimming her pubic hair until the later was but a small strip of hair barely covering her vagina.
"There!" Darla snapped off the razor and examined her work, obviously satisfied. "Now, would Miss Gina care to have her pussy eaten?"
Of course Gina said yes. With that it was back to the bedroom and time stood still as Gina discovered that, of all the things David had become, turning into an extremely skilled lover had to be right at the top. Gina came like she'd never came before. Darla used fingers, hands, toes, lips, tongue, teeth, nipples, even her eyelashes, to stimulate "Miss Gina" and induce some of the most intense orgasms she'd ever experienced.
And the girl wouldn't stop.
Gina glanced at the clock on the bed stand after coming six times in rapid-fire succession, and noticed they'd well, Darla had been going at it for almost two hours. "Stop, stop!" she gasped. With that Darla sat up, Gina's juices all over her face and breasts.
"How long were you intending on going?" Gina asked, almost out of breath. "Until I died?"
"No, Miss Gina," Darla replied softly. "Only until you command me to stop. It is my understanding that once we begin making love, I am to continue until you indicate otherwise."
"So, if I had passed out, you'd just keep going?"
"Yes, Miss Gina."
"Damn."
"Is this wrong?"
Oh, not at all. Everyone should have a love slave .. . . She moved slowly out of bed, her legs weak and soft. "No, Darla. You just keep doing what you do best," she said. A sudden thought came to Gina. "Is there anything you require?"
Darla seemed to deflate upon herself, saying, "Yes, Miss Gina. I require a good fucking."
Having just spent the better part of the last four or five hours being waited on, pampered, and fucked like there was no tomorrow, Gina felt the least she could do was let Darla have a few orgasms of her own. She patted the bed. "Lie down. Please. I'll help you out there."
Darla hesitated for just a moment, then said, "Miss Gina, are you certain you wish to sully yourself? After all, this would be you making love to me?"
Gina thought about that master/slave relationship the game David and she had played a few times in the past and didn't know if what she was doing would be considered proper in some circle. Then again, I'm not a full time mistress even if Darla thinks so. Fuck it. She sat on the bed, pulling Darla down next to her. "Trust me, Darla. I don't think I'm sullying myself "
With that she leaned over and kissed Darla's full, tender lips.
Gina had kissed women before, so it wasn't that big of a deal. The way Darla responded, though . . . as Darla's lips touched Gina's like the sort flutter of butterfly wings, and her small, moist tongue darted out seeking contact, Gina fought hard to remember that this was really her husband made perfect? by nothing more than a wish and a dream. He might be this totally hot sex slave now, Gina thought, but he still loves me and will probably respond a lot more fully that if Darla was just some girl I trained . . . .
Gina moved from Darla's lips to her breasts. She couldn't believe how large the girl's nipples were each was as big, or bigger, than her thumb. She ran her tongue across the left nipple, and Darla arched her back and moaned loudly so much so that Gina thought the neighbors might hear them. Man, she's gonna be a screamer, Gina thought as she inserted her middle finger into Darla's tight, wet pussy. As her thumb began caressing the girl's clitoris, Darla's eyes went out of focus, her mouth forming a large, silent "O" of anticipation . . . .
Darla's hips bucked as she moaned, "Oh . . . oh, god oh God Yes, YES, YES!!!!!" The last scream was so loud Gina thought the windows would shatter. She felt Darla's pussy clamp down around her finger, then release explosively as her hand was suddenly coated with something wet and sticky
Gina's hand was covered with juice that she believed must have come from Darla's pussy. "My God . . ." She'd never seen anything like this before. "Did this come out of you?" she asked the now very excited Darla, who looked as if she would begin begging for another orgasm any moment now.
"Y-yes." Her reply was so soft Gina almost didn't catch it. "I have what you call a 'squirting orgasm', Miss Gina. Every time I cum this happens."
"But, how . . ?"
"I don't know, Miss Gina." She smiled when she saw the look on her mistress' face. "I only know that my body responds this way." She touched Gina lightly on the cheek. "It must have been something in your dream which made me this way." She squirmed as Gina began fingering her once more, gasping, "Just what were you dreaming about, Miss Gina?"

Gina dragged her ass to work that Monday morning, her vagina sore from rubbing and cuming. Sunday had been a blur; after she'd made Darla cum then Darla made her cum again, and this in turn made her want to make Darla cum . . . and so forth and so on . . . .
By they time Gina flopped down on the bed an exhausted, sweaty mess, it was going on 11 PM. They'd been at it since early very early in the morning, and if it hadn't been for Gina simply being unable to go on, she fervently believed that Darla would have continued without ever stopping.
There had only been three pauses in their activity. One time had been when Gina needed to get something to eat. And the other two had involved Gina needing to piss but, as she'd already discovered, she didn't need to leave the bed for that.
Gina had crawled out of bed, and found Darla there to get her ready, performing a shortened version of the pampering Gina had received the day before. She even dressed Gina for work, and gave her a kiss goodbye as she left for the office
Which was where Gina was doing some hard thinking.
On one hand, David didn't exist anymore. Gina didn't know if him being Darla was a temporary thing, or if he would eventually change back or if something else would happen. What Gina did know is that she had to call off for him this morning, and she didn't know how long she was going to be able to keep doing that. Eventually she'd have to explain how it was that David just didn't exist anymore. Or maybe he just ran off. That's it. He ran off with some bimbo.
Then there was the money he bought in. While Gina made nearly as much as he had, a 50 percent or so cut in their income was going to be a kick in the ass, considering their lifestyle. She could always get rid of David's car after he turned up "missing", but that would only be a stopgap measure. Ditching his wheels might grab her a couple of grand, and that would be gone after a month. David did have $500,000 in insurance, but if he went missing it would be seven years before he could be declared dead which was seven years before she could get her hands on the money.
On the other hand . . . she had Darla. She might be a hot little submissive four-breasted piss-drinking pussy-juice-squirting fuck machine, but she was Gina's, and though she was loath to admit it, she got off on the idea of being her Mistress. It was a power trip she was getting used to fast. And it wasn't as if Darla was complaining; after getting "conditioned" right the first morning, Darla was more than happy to do all the things she did and love it. "I know that I am but an realization of your dream," she'd told her this morning, "but as David I had wanted to be the 'girl of your dream' and that is what I have become. Always remember I follow your commands because I want to and because I love you, Miss Gina."
There was also a third part to this play, and that was Gina was seeing a side of herself that she hadn't know existed. Sure, in the past she'd done a little bisexual play with David and another girl, but she hadn't realized she'd dream about something like well, what was happening with Darla. She'd never thought it possible that she would want someone like Darla or that she would be so comfortable dominating the little bitch.
This morning before she left Gina asked, "What are your limits?" and Darla shot back, "What are your limits, Miss Gina?" Without missing a beat she said she'd like to see Darla in a pair of her nylons and heels, with her butt plugged and her nipples clamped, and that she spend the day masturbating. Darla returned wearing black nylons and heels, and handed the plug and clamps to Gina before turning around and bending over, spreading her ass cheeks apart. Gina didn't even think about what she was going to do: she put in the plug and tightened down the nipple clamps until Darla's sharp inhale told her they were tight enough.
She figured Darla was in bed right now, fingering away and moaning like a banshee.
And she was getting wet just thinking about it
"Hey, lady: snap out of it."
Gina realized she wasn't alone. Joan, the woman's who's Halloween party in a strange sort of way had brought Gina's current situation about, was standing next to her. "What, you lost in some sort of fantasy?" Joan was a close friend whom Gina had "played with", and therefor knew some of the things which "drove" her."
"You might say that," she hummed.
"I was just wondering; when are you and David going to 'play naughty' again?" She chuckled. "That last time when you and I played 'Lesbo Hookers' and tied him up and wouldn't have sex with him "
"Yeah, that was a lot of fun." Gina remembered he'd gotten so horny that he's actually shot his wad watching Joan and her finger fuck. "I don't know. David hasn't um, been himself lately."
"Marital problems?"
"No." Gina shook her head. "He just seems different."
"Well, if you ever want "
"Hey, uh, would you " Gina didn't know how to broach the subject, but figured, fuck it, go for it. "I have a friend Darla and, ah "
"You have a girl who's your lover, right?" Joan was very good on picking up on these things, evidently.
"Yes. Slave is more like it, though . . ." Now it was Gina's turn to chuckle. "How would you and a few friends like to play with her?"

After Gina informed Darla that she was going to be the "entertainment" for a party Saturday night, it was decided they needed to get her something to wear, and to do that they would need to go out. Gina found a pair of pants and a very baggy sweat shirt that Darla could wear until they found something for her. She figured that people would stare at them, but what the hell? As long as they didn't walk over and lift up the girl's shirt, she figured they'd be fine.
First on the list was underwear. Finding an E cup bra was difficult; finding one that was strapless was almost impossible. Eventually they found what they were looking for, but this took the better part of two hours of hunting. Then there were panties and stockings and nylons . . . another hour.
Gina thought that the would be no way they would find a dress that would fit Darla, but she figured they could get some pull over or button up tops that would cover her pretty well, and complement that with skirts and pants. Getting a top hadn't been as difficult as Gina thought; they only had to find what they were looking for in an oversized version. They found three and moved on.
Darla wanted a pair of leather pants, and Gina agreed that she'd look hot in a very tight pair. They also found a black leather skirt that was very nice as well . . . Darla also found a pleated tweet skirt which she said "made her look like a school girl," something which set off alarms inside Gina's head instantly. They bought a couple of other things, and then it was on to shoes.