Sleeping Beauty

Sleeping Beauty (bi)

Once upon a time I saw the movie and ever since I was always charmed by Sleeping Beauty. I watched it over and over again as a young child. After I became aware that there were boys and girls, I thought she was the most beautiful girl in the world even if she was only a cartoon.

As an adult I hoped my wife would reasonably have the same qualities. And she does.

So when I asked her to play a sexual role play game with me I did it in all innocence. All I wanted was for her to pretend to be asleep: under an evil spell. And then I would rescue her.

She played along a couple times and I loved it. I mean I really really loved it. But the more I wanted to play, the less Arie wanted to play. Then she started to see things differently.

Well, let me back up. In general, this is how it went when we played:

My lovely wife would lay down on the bed wearing whatever she felt sexy in. No elaborate costumes. I never even asked.

Then she would pretend to be under a spell. I never drugged her. I never even thought of it. In fact, she would laugh at the silliness of it. It was a game after all.

Next, Prince Phillip would arrive only to discover the helpless princess. I would try everything to wake her up, only in this version I didn't know it was love's kiss that would awake her. I just knew it was something lovers did.

So I would try things. Everything except kissing - until the very end.

The first time it went like this: "Alas, here is a beautiful sleeping maiden. Who else could rescue her besides one of royal blood?"

Then I shook her shoulder, "Wake up, wake up." I ignored it when she giggled.

Continuing our sexy drama I said, "Oh, that didn't work. I must try harder." So I shook her arm, then her elbow. When that didn't work I lowered the covers and shook her hip, then her leg.

Completely taking the covers off I traced my fingers down her leg to one beautiful motionless foot. I shook it, "Wake up, Beautiful."

More giggling.

"Ah, shaking just doesn't work. I saw a sign somewhere here. What did it say? Something about love's... Something about love. Something that lovers do."

"I know: lovers embrace. I'll try that." So I squeezed an arm under her gorgeous still body and hugged her close. I pressed my face next to hers and hugged passionately.

Withdrawing my arm I admitted failure, "That too didn't work. What else can I try?"

"A caress! Lovers caress all the time." So I caressed her face tenderly.

She smiled against her will.

I caressed her neck and her collar bone and her arms. Then I managed to remove her top with a minimal amount of jostling since she was laying on it.

She was now bare from the waist up as I caressed up and down her nude sides. I ran my hands all around her slim torso finishing with gentle strokes all around but avoiding her bosom.

I put my fingers under the elastic of her panties and pried them off in a seesawing action. Rightfully, she never lifted to help me so it wasn't easy.

Now that she was completely naked I continued fondling. I ran my fingers and my palms and the soft back of my hands everywhere G-rated. Then I turned my attention to the naughty bits.

I touched her boobs, "Surely this will wake her up."

"Nope. I'll try down here." I traced a single finger in the crevice between her thigh and her bush. After that I moved on to lightly fluffing those sexy hairs.

"This magic is so hard to break. I'll search for clues." Pressing my nose into the dark forest I inhaled deeply. She squirmed just a little.

I didn't want to kiss her in any way, but I could let the tip of my nose touch and nuzzle her everywhere. I touched her pillowy tummy with my nose. I moved all over. I accidentally tickled her when I got too close to her underarm and she almost broke character.

Wanting to spice things up I discarded my clothes. "I suppose I could touch her with this. Maybe that will break the spell."

I poked her shoulder with my stiff cock, "Wake up."

So I poked in all sorts of places like her nipples and her flushed cheek. I was about to touch my cockhead to her lips but she turned away slightly. She's not always willing for that.

The next thing I "tried" was to lay on top of her with my straining erection buried in her pubes. Of course, I let my shaft glide over her pussy lips before settling down and rubbing it on her clit. I hid my face in her cleavage at the same time. Then I took one passive nipple into my mouth. If we weren't playing the game I would have been kissing all over too.

I had to get up to get a condom. The package crinkled. The squirting lube was audible. I'm saying she knew what was coming and had her opportunity to speak up.

Straddling her thighs I aimed my dick carefully. Pressing the tip into the perfect spot between her thighs, I found her hole so I could tease that entrance and gradually work my way in. It helped when I spread her non-resistant legs.

Once I was past the initial dryness I gave short thrusts, with each one gaining more depth. It didn't take long until I was making spirited love to Sleeping Beauty.

I couldn't hold back long. I managed ten or fifteen full strokes then blasted the inside of the condom with cum.

It was at that climactic moment that I cradled my arms around her head lovingly and planted a full kiss directly on her lips.

She awoke, "You're my, my Prince, my ma.., hero."

Since that first time I wanted to play all the time, but sadly, she didn't want to. She said it was a fun diversion, just not anything special. It's like she didn't even know her words hurt me.

In the months that followed she gave in a couple times but then resisted even more, "I think you have a rape fantasy. You don't want romance with your wife, you just want a passive receptacle."

"Rape? No way. It's a classic story. Part of everyone's shared history."

Her eyes glared, "The girl never gives consent. She's fucking unconscious. You might as well have drugged her. I wonder how many 'normal' men out there are putting roofies in drinks and claiming it's not rape."

I was completely dumbfounded. My childhood! There's no way I was a rapist. But the more I tried to get her to see reason the more she fought me.

The last time we fought about it she ended her arguments with, "Let's just get Pete over here and you play your sick game with him raping you. When you've accomplished that we can do it again."

Pete is our one gay friend. I threw my hands up in the air, "It's not the same. You're impossible." That was just before Valentine's Day and she didn't even hint that we could do it for such a special day.

Well, the next year's Valentine's Day came and went and I was jerking off to cartoon porn more and more until I couldn't take it anymore, "Fine! We can have Pete over." I could handle a one time encounter to relight the fires between Arie and I.

She had no idea what I was talking about, so I clarified, "For the Sleeping Beauty game. Pete can do it to me. And then you and I can start playing again?"

About a million expressions danced across her face, "Don't call Pete! Give me a day to think about it."

Maybe like Prince Phillip I'd prevailed. She would see the light and we could start up again and there wouldn't even need to be any involvement from Pete!"

She sat me down the next day, "Pete's our friend. We see him all the time, in all sorts of settings, with all sorts of people. Word would get out and everyone would know you're gay."

"But I'm not gay. That's just how sexy I think you are when we play the game. It's all about you and my love for you."

She knew better. My fantasy was most certainly not ALL about her. Nevertheless, she wouldn't let go of her argument, "It may not be rape, but it's a rape fantasy and it feeds into rape culture."

She drummed her fingers on the table, "When my gay husband dresses up like Sleeping Beauty and a man abuses his body it'll have to be nonconsensual so you know how it feels and learn your lesson." The newly introduced image of that special dress hit my libido like a ton of bricks.

Nevertheless, I could still see what she was doing. She was making the bar so high that I would never accept it. "But that's my point. It was never nonconsensual. How could a person agree to participate in an activity that was nonconsensual? And if I agree then it's automatically with consent. Also, if I didn't agree then it wouldn't be gay. It can't be both." This was a mistaken argument for me to introduce. Only I didn't know it at the time.

"Hmmm. You would have to have no control over when it happens or how it happens or who does it to you and what he does. And we all know what a man's goal is so he has to cum - inside. That'll be your moment of defeat or victory."

I had never considered that there would be cum. But I steeled myself.

Then I made my next mistake. Which was entertaining her idea at all. "How can I put on the dress if I don't know when? And it would have to be a guy who could be trusted not to have any diseases."

"You're right, John. You'll get to pick the day. It'll be right here in our bed so I can make sure it's safe. But I'll screen the guy so just like in the story you won't know who it is. But he's gonna get to do whatever he wants to you so it's as much like your scenario with a helpless sleeping beauty as can possibly be."

I had no more arguments. Furthermore, somehow the plan was both way out of control and just doable enough that I couldn't refuse outright.

I would have to outthink her. She wanted me to put the brakes on so she could too. I would have to agree to everything...except...

"If he gets to do whatever he wants to me then I get free reign to do anything at all to you. That, or we keep doing it with the same limits we've had all along."

She didn't catch on to how I twisted it there. She just snapped back, "Agreed. No limits. Cum anywhere."

"You're on." Then I felt panicked yet excited for the possibilities. I needed time to think, "We'll start planning tomorrow." I pretended to be happy about it as I said it. And I would be happy if the outcome ended up being a continuation of our game, with just her and I.

In the morning she came to the table, computer in hand, "Here's an Aurora dress in your size." It was the blue dress because that's the one she wore when she was asleep.

I was like, "Yea, it's beautiful. And we can get it tailored to fit you after." But boy! Did it touch a place deep inside me!

Quickly she added, "Don't forget the long blond wig."

"It'll look great on you too."

She was visibly taken back. I was winning so I went in for the kill, "I can't wait to play the game with you and do all the things I never dared try before."

She gained control over her expressions again, "Maybe he should only be allowed to do things you have already done to me."

I countered, "Prince Phillip was very romantic when he made love to you in a very traditional way for a man and a woman. If some strange prince does something to me what exactly would the equivalent action be?"

She hesitated, "I guess it would be your backside."

"So you want me to give up my backside virginity and you're only willing to offer up the same old same old?" I let that sink in. "We don't have to have him over at all. We can just pick up where we left off."

She tried to make me fold, "Or you can lay totally still while some stranger rolls you over. I know you: You can't lay there and do nothing to stop it. You'll resist and then it'll be all over and we won't have to play your silly game anymore. Just give up right now, John."

It wasn't a silly game. And how can she call it rape one day and silly another? She just wants to deprive me of my one dream. I don't ask for too much. "Oh, I think you're the one who's gonna give up. As soon as you see a strange man in our bed, touching our sheets, sporting a dangerous, shall we say, 'sword', well you'll call it off right then."

"We'll see."

"Right. We will see."

Three weeks later on a Friday she approached me, "Would you like a blowjob?"

She never just asks like that, "Hell yea, I do."

"Ok. But it's that or you put on the Aurora costume tomorrow night for Prince Phillip."

I saw through that. She wanted me to give up my dreams of playing Sleeping Beauty with her forever in exchange for a single blowjob. "What time does he get here? I'll be ready."

"You're not allowed to know the time. Just put on your dress by six. Then I'll do your make-up and I'll prick your finger when it's time to lie down." A jolt of fear hit me then.

So I stalled, "Make up?"

"Yea. He's straight. So I need to make you look like a real woman: a beauty."

Suddenly my fear was replaced by a sexual feeling. First, she obviously had a real man picked out. And secondly, I'd never considered that Prince Phillip might actually be attracted to me and turned on by me. What if she was right? What if I WAS gay?" For the first time I thought about backing out. How could I end our contest of wills and still play my game forever?

"OK, I'll be, be ready then." I wasn't as sure as I tried to sound. I was revolted by the thought of a man's body on top of mine. I was afraid of a man's dick touching me - and going into my body. It might be gross. It might hurt. I was also afraid that after it was in me I would like it.

The more I thought about it, no matter what he did to me, it would be worse than I had originally thought before. This was too real.

My only hope was for me to make Arie stop it. I had to take advantage of a woman's natural desire to think of her husband as strong and manly. If she ever thought of me as weak she would feel how wrong it was and end this ill conceived plan. And who is weaker than Aurora?

An hour later I asked, "Do you really think you can make me look girly enough for a straight man?" I hoped that laid the seeds of doubt.

"No problem, baby. I took a year of cosmetology before I switched to nursing."

"Maybe I need to take even more time to get ready? Like a day of you primping me into a real sissy?" That word oughta give her pause.

She looked up from her project with her glasses perched on the end of her nose as she scrutinized me. Arie reached out and pulled me down for a snuggle with her hand on the back of my neck. Her fingers gently tugged at the hairs they found there, "I guess you're right. He'll like you better if you're smooth. Go take a shower and I'll meet you in the bathroom."

This was a gamble for me. And so far my plan was unfolding as expected. I guessed at what she would propose and I seemed to be right. She was going through the motions diligently, but once she actually saw my hairless body and feminized bald scrotum she would change her mind.

For the next few hours she depilidated, tweazed, trimmed, and had me try corsets and breastforms. Figuratively, she wasn't blinking, and every time she tried something new I looked less like myself.

Eventually she declared she was finished and turned me toward the mirror. I had hoped for a truly diminished emasculated outcome so repugnant she wouldn't be able to stand it. A hairless man's chest and infantilized testis should have done the trick. Looking at a fool of a man in a women's corset should have exhausted her enthusiasm toward the idea.

Instead, the person looking back at me was a beautiful female. She looked to be about nineteen and the way I was posed the young Aurora would arouse a eunuch. I didn't look foolish or sissified or anything of the sort. If I could, I would have fucked me myself. In fact, I was very excited and oddly stirred up emotionally.

Hiding my swelling erection I feigned unemotional appreciation, "You're very talented, Arie. If you don't back out I'm sure he'll be happy." That was my last chance to encourage her to stop the madness. Maybe she just needed time.

The next day she wouldn't let me alter any of her work. She said it took too long to allow me to spoil it. I couldn't go anywhere. I couldn't get any chores done. All that was left for me was to sit around all femme. Moreso, she started teaching me how to walk and move like a woman despite my realistic objection that I would only be "sleeping."

As the hour approached I waited for my wife to crack, or confess that it had all been pretend. Maybe there was no guy after all. When I was of a mind that he was a ruse I felt relief. When I imagined a real Prince Phillip my stomach jumped and so did my dick tucked away in my baby blue panties.

At five O'Clock Arie was nowhere to be seen. I found her getting made up in a costume too. For a second I thought she was playing Prince Phillip herself. That would have saved us both. Instead she explained, "I'm Lackey, the court composer." She applied shadow and explained more, "I couldn't be Arie. It would ruin the scene for you."

Only a minute seemed to pass and suddenly it was six. "Aurora, come here, dearie." There was a new gothic bedspread on our marital bed. She'd gone to all this trouble. There was no way she was bluffing.

"Aurora! You're amazing. Beautiful. Every prince's dream." My heart melted. I loved being pretty. This was my lifelong dream with one little detail being different. The change could work for me.

She patted the bed and I laid myself down with my elegant dress spread out perfectly. Arie combed my hair so it framed my delicate face. Lastly, she placed a single red rose on my chest. Why hadn't she put in any effort to get the details right when the fantasy was mine alone? I felt gyped.

I peeked in a mirror across the room and it hit me how much I looked like a perfect doll. I suppose a sex doll, for a man I'd never met. How did I ever agree to be an object of desire for a stranger?

Arie turned my hand so it was palm up. Then taking a needle she asked, "Ready to sleep? Once you're under the spell any movement or objection will mean you DO see it as rape and end your dream. You know, the dream of doing this..to me."

"I can't be absolutely quiet. You giggled when you did it."

She spoke dismissively, "Well don't complain. Only stop it if you concede that it's nonconsensual." Then she added impulsively, "Otherwise it's gay."

I didn't want that! "I'm not gay. I'm Aurora. And Aurora's not gay." She smiled a Maleficently grand smile. Then the needle pricked my finger. I saw a tiny drop of blood before I closed my eyes, prepared to do my best acting.

My own words convinced me. As long as I WAS Aurora then he could do whatever he wanted to my indifferent body and I could accept the sexual act like any female would. I fought the urge for the corners of my lips to turn up as I considered that I might like the attention a little.

I pictured my perfect and beautiful body being ravaged by Prince Phillip with his huge manly sword and my dick throbbed hard hidden down there under my dress.

Then I imagined the look on my wife's face as she watched her husband being turned gay. I could never show any enjoyment. Complete stoicism was called for, no matter what he did to my body with his rugged cock.

In short order, the doorbell rang. If there was still any doubt about the reality of his existence.. Arie pattered off to get the door, leaving me abandoned and vulnerably displayed on our bed.

A moment later they entered the room. "Wheew! She's a lot prettier than I ever hoped for." His comment made my heart leap. I bet they could hear it pounding in my chest - it was my only movement.

I felt his weight as he sat on the mattress next to me and I let out my breath which I hadn't been aware I was holding. I so wanted to open my eyes. She had said he was a stranger. But how would she have found him? Maybe I did know who it was.

A calloused hand took mine, "You really are lovely, Sleeping, I mean Aurora. I'm going to enjoy making love with you immensely. More than I ever did with my wife, I think. Why, you're prettier than she was on our wedding day. And your dress, it's perfect."