My eyes felt like they had lead weights on them, and after a few attempts I decided to just keep them closed. My head was heavy with a film I could almost feel, and I searched deep in my memory banks for the last thing I could remember. It was like walking through mud in a thick fog, and then it hit me. My heart rate went into 5th gear as I remembered, and it all struck me in staccato fashion.
Restrained.
Massive Balls.
My wife. Jerking me off.
Into my own face.
My eyes shot open, and I took in my surroundings like a cornered animal. I was in a very plush sitting room, where Victorian art adorned the walls and a thick Persian rug decorated the floor. There were two green leather high back chairs in front of me, and a narrow, tall end table between them. A decanter sat upon it with two wine glasses, both empty but with lipstick on the rim.
Then I assessed my current predicament. I was sitting in a square, pewter colored tub, which was filled with what looked like green jello. Sitting, it came up to my nipples, and my arms were up and resting on the top of the tub. There were thick, black ropes wrapped around my wrists and attached to the bear claw base of the tub. If not for those, had someone walked in, they might think it looked like I was having a leisurely bath. As I looked down into the jello material, I realized I actually wasn't sitting on anything at all. I was in a sitting position, but the jello was so thick it was holding me in place: no part of my body was actually touching the tub. I was completely suspended. As I took this in, I started to notice a feeling of weightlessness. Staring down further, I could see my balls, which appeared even more swollen (which I didn't think was physically possible) compared to my memory from last night. Was that last night? And my cock now looked swollen too, but not an erection. It was more like a bulging bratwurst. "It looks nine inches long and about the same around!" I said out loud.
Just then, the door creaked open. In walked the ravenous Jasmine, wearing nylons that went halfway up her shapely thighs. They were clasped to her thong, which was just as black as the fishnet nylons. She wore a very loose and exceedingly small black satin teddy, but it buttoned down the middle, and every single button was undone. It marginally covered her nipples, and her areolas peaked around the edge of the fabric and were black as ink. Her breasts formed perfect semi circles underneath it, and as she walked, her tits would sway left and right with each step. Her hair was pulled tight into a ponytail, and her eyelashes looked especially long and flirtatious, accented by her dark green eye shadow.
Right behind her was a new woman, but one I recognized from the party and who had also been wearing the red double "U" shaped pin. She was utterly striking and was what some might call "BBW." She was plump, but with incredible curves. Her skin was a very light beige, and she wore a lingerie outfit with thin, red straps that zig zagged across her stomach and crotch. Her tits were completely exposed, and there was no question they were DDD size at least. Her areolas were pink, with a few small goose bumps around her large nipples. Her hair was blonde, straight and cut short. She had a slight underbite, which made her smile appear sly and devious. When she walked, her breasts actually moved up and down, heaving as she kept her emerald eyes locked on me. Jasmine spoke first.
"I see you're awake. What do you think of your spa treatment?"
"What is this?" I said quickly. "Is this poisonous?"
"Oh no darling," she drawled. "Not in the least. This is one of my favorite concoctions. Not only does that solution I injected into your ball sac make you hyper-produce cum, but this jello material increases production further. On top of that, it will give you the most mind-blowing orgasm without anything even touching you. All I have to do is add one simple ingredient to the tub."
