Copyright Oggbashan February 2015
The author asserts the moral right to be identified as the author of this work.
This is a work of fiction. The events described here are imaginary; the settings and characters are fictitious and are not intended to represent specific places or living persons.
I was trying to make as much noise as possible through my ball-gag. The grunts that were all I could manage were swamped by my wife's screams of ecstasy from a few feet away. Until a few months ago her screams would have been caused by our lovemaking, but we hadn't made love for a long time except for last night when we went to bed at this clinic.
I could feel the effect of the muscle relaxants. My limbs were becoming weaker as I struggled futilely against the pantyhose bonds securing me to the trolley. She had tied and gagged me before the staff had come to collect me.
"Mr Andrew?" A member of staff dressed as a nurse was standing looking down at me. "Just a reminder. You signed this general release before you came to this clinic. I don't know whether you read paragraph 43.1 but it says 'In the event of being unable to express consent, I authorise my wife to agree to any procedures on my behalf.' Remember that? It doesn't matter. Mrs Andrew has agreed to this procedure for you."
I had difficulty hearing the nurse because of my wife's squeals of delight.
Beyond my feet was a monstrous pair of female labia. The trolley was pushed close to it so that I was looking up at them. They began to spread apart.
"How are your muscles? Nice and relaxed?"
Two pairs of hands untied the pantyhose fixing me to the trolley. One pair removed the bonds around my ankles and thighs.
"Can you try to move your legs, please?"
I tried. There was no reaction from my legs.
"Well done, Mr Andrew. We can remove the rest of your restraints. Your wife tied you really well. We can dispense with your gag too. You'll find that you won't be able to make a sound until the drugs wear off. By that time the procedure will be completed."
What procedure? I thought. What procedure uses a giant pair of labia? The nurse answered my unspoken question.
"We're returning you to a womb. It is connected to your wife's uterus and linked to her body chemistry. You're going to be inside your wife's tummy. While you're in there we will make the changes she requested. When you wake, all the changes will be permanent and I'm sure you two will have a much happier marriage with no arguments. You won't be able to argue with your wife. She won't let you."
Hazel and I have been arguing for months. She has been promoted at work and is now earning much more than I do. The downside is that after six months she will have to relocate to the company's headquarters and that is too far away for me to commute to work. She wanted me to resign from my job and look for one near where she'll be working.
We have less than a month until she has to move. Our house sale is nearly completed but I was intending to stay in a bed sitting room during the week and come to her at weekends. She didn't like the idea. She wanted me to live with her.
Two weeks ago, after yet another bitter argument between us, Hazel had suggested a weekend away at this clinic. We could have a break from all the hassle of the move and perhaps forget the arguments for a couple of days. I had agreed because I love Hazel despite our recent rows. I had signed the paperwork she put in front of me without reading it. Why should I? A weekend at a Spa/Clinic wasn't that dangerous, was it? Now I knew I was wrong as my body slid between the large labia into a pink enclosure.
I was surprised that all the staff we had seen had been female, many dresses as nurses. I hadn't seen a single male member of staff. The only men were guests with their wives.
Last night had been great. I had made love to Hazel almost as enthusiastically as we had done on our honeymoon. This morning I had got up, shaved and showered, and Hazel wanted to make love again. She had ridden me and then suggested some sexual bondage. We hadn't done that for over a year. I was delighted as she tied me with her pantyhose, kissing my body as she tied another pair on me. She had used more pantyhose than she had ever done before. When she had finished I was a helpless parcel fixed to the bed. The ball gag was a surprise but why not?
Now I knew why not. As soon as Hazel had fastened the ball gag she moved away from the bed and picked up the internal telephone.
"Matthew is ready for you," was all she said before putting the phone down. She sat beside me and stroked my hair as I struggled impotently to free myself. All my frantic thrashing just tightened the bonds holding me helpless.
Two nurses walked into the room followed by another two pushing a trolley. One nurse rolled me slightly while another injected something into my buttock. They ignored my feeble protests through the ball gag. The four of them removed the pantyhose holding me to the bed before lifting me on to the trolley and tying me to it. Hazel followed the trolley as I was wheeled along the corridor, into a lift and down to the basement. Finally I was positioned in the room with the giant labia.
Hazel undressed and climbed on to what looked like a birthing chair. She was fastened to it with straps across her body, around her wrists, elbows, ankles and thighs and a final strap holding her head between two foam blocks. I could just see as a shiny dildo connected to a long thick wire was inserted into her vagina. When a machine at the other end of the wire was switched on she became sexually excited.
