Oliver was startled awake, though the word 'awake' felt like the wrong word to him. He felt aware of his surroundings seemed more appropriate. He was conscious of what felt like clothing all around him, as if he were buried under a dresser worth of clothes. A variety of wool, cotton, silk and even satin if he wasn't mistaken, recalling one of his trips to a neighbouring village were a merchant once tried to sell him satin bed sheets.
Then, in a startling realization, Oliver noticed he wasn't breathing. Yet, he wasn't suffocating either. 'What is happening?' He thought. Just like with the breathing, Oliver quickly found he lacked a mouth as well. 'Where am I? Maura! Maura, please help!'
Suddenly he heard muffled movements. 'I can still hear! Thank goodness. Is that Maura? Can she read my thoughts?' The muffled movement stops. Oliver feels the ground beneath him shift to the side, the sound of a dresser accompanying it. He felt what he hopes is his still beating heart speed up as a thought came to mind. 'I-I can't be. Sh-she wouldn't! Is Maura even capable of--!' He could hear Maura speaking and the shifting of clothes until the bunch on top of him lifts away, revealing a blinding light framing Maura and her mischievous smile.
"There you are." She reached down and grabs Oliver, lifting him up to her eye level. "I should adjust that spell." Her smile turns almost blissful. "Imagining what your first thoughts would be had you appeared on my person is quite arousing."
'What are you talking about? What spell?' Oliver thought in response, hoping she could read his mind somehow.
"You must be wondering what is going on. Let me show you." She carries him across the room to her full length mirror, holding him up to it, her mischievous smile returning as she does. "What do you think?" Oliver was flabbergasted. What he 'saw' in the mirror was Maura, naked. Her breasts were firm looking with her nipples erect. Her legs smooth of any wayward hairs as was her crotch. While the site of her was stunning in and of itself, what Oliver couldn't believe was what he looked like...silk panties!
'What...what have you done to me!?'
"Do you not look luxurious? Wearing you over my smooth crotch will be such a treat." She turns Oliver around and looks at the waistband, knowing she was meeting his 'eyes'. "While I am able to tell what you are thinking, I find it much more enjoyable not to know." She winks at him. "It adds to my pleasure." She turns him around as she continues. "I trust you will not take this as a betrayal. You are one of the few guests I've invited into my home." She bends over, her hands spreading Oliver open at the waistband sending a strange but pleasant jolt throughout his entire being. "Therefore, you must adhere to my rules. Fear not. They are no different from those of the King's palace. With one exception." She said that last part with a toothy smile as she slips her legs into Oliver one at a time.
The spots her skin brushes against Oliver sent more shivers of pleasure through him. She stops before he reaches her thighs, the two looking at one another. Oliver couldn't help but find her upside down grin cute and bone chilling. "Those who stay at my castle will be used however I so choose. No one is exempt from this rule." With that, she slowly pulls Oliver up towards her groan. The two of them both felt a pleasant sensation as Oliver's fabric glides along Maura and her plump, smooth thighs until she tugs them into place against her lightly damp pussy and cushioned buttocks. Maura felt her orgasm slowly building just by wearing Oliver. Making her thoughts drift to the many activities she would be doing today to amplify her pleasure and, by a happy accident, his as well.
Oliver was going through an entirely different experience. The surreal feeling of being worn was hard to describe. The best he could come up with was getting wrapped up in a blanket, except he was the blanket! He could feel her crotch pressing against his 'back', her moist fluids soaking into his form sent him into a haze he had never felt before. And the smell! The scent of her sex floods his senses completely. To Oliver, the only thing he was acutely aware of was Maura and the area of her neither region he was covering. 'I've...never even seen a naked woman before this day. Now...I'm being used as underwear for one.'
"O~oh! A snug fit. All the better." Oliver manages to catch her pleased look in the mirror. "I'll be sure to switch you around. The thought of wearing you backwards..." She lets out a moan, bringing one hand to her breast and the other, she slides it along his waistband to her crotch, gently pressing her fingers, and Oliver into herself. She wiggles her fingers for a teasing few seconds, enough to satisfy herself for the moment and soak Oliver in more of her fluids.
Oliver meanwhile could barely think through her teasing. While still a virgin, a curious thought manages to make it to the forefront of his mind. 'Could this be considered sex? Can I still consider myself a virgin after something like that?'
"Well, that should do it for now." She stuck her damp fingers in her mouth, sucking her taste off. She then waves her hand as a faint blue glow appears around it. Suddenly her black dress appears on her, plunging Oliver into darkness once again with only the slit in her dress allowing any light to enter. "Time to get the day started." She is about to wave her hand again but stops. Reaching down she moves her dress aside, getting a good look at the white silk panties that was Oliver. "Enjoy the ride, 'panty boy'." She gives him another wink before letting her dress fall. With a wave of her blue glowing hand, she teleports them out of her room.
Maura reappears at the entrance to her kitchen. From there, she makes her way to her pantry where she keeps her bread and tea. Oliver was enjoying the feel of her walking; each time she took a step he could feel the muscles just beneath her skin flexing and releasing. Her butt cheeks rubbing him between them was a different kind of sensation, as if two of his horses were rubbing against him at the same time, but though firm, was much more pleasantly softer.
Upon reaching the pantry door Maura opens it to find it fully stocked with bread, rice and pasta along with preserved and pickled fruits and jams. She grabs a loaf of freshly baked bread before bending over to grab her favourite jam. Oliver could feel himself getting stretched as she bent over, being pressed firmly against her ass. Maura turns from the pantry, the loaf of bread and a jar of jam in each hand as her tea was floating beside her in a blue glow, and goes about preparing her breakfast.
Most of the morning was just as uneventful for the both of them. Maura wondered the castle halls, admiring the decorum or practicing spells, making it a point to walk everywhere. This provided Oliver a thorough education of the many moving parts of the crotch area during such a simple activity like walking. By noon, her legs had gotten sore, so she decided to rest them on her throne. She stood in front of the comfortable seat with a wicked smile. "I believe now is as good a time as any." Moving her dress aside, she grabs hold of Oliver, startling him by her sudden touch. She removes him then lifts him in front of her. "How did you enjoy the walk?"
Oliver found he quite enjoyed it. "There are those in the kingdom that would commit such atrocities for a chance to be so intimately close to me." Her features soften. "I truly do hope you have found some level of enjoyment as you are." Her sincerity touched Oliver like he had never been before. She bends back down, siding him back on. But this time Oliver felt his attention was behind Maura. Meaning she had made good on her decision and put him on backwards. She turns around then looks over her shoulder at her backside. "Make yourself comfortable, Oliver. I do not intend to rise from my throne for some time."
That's when it hit him. She was going to sit down with the conscious side of his current form trapped between her cushions and her backside. 'How does she expect me to get comfortable? I do not even know if I can sleep like this!' As he finished his thought Maura plants herself on the softest cushion more for putting Oliver through the act of sitting down then anything else. For the next hour Maura would shift around, change cushions, or just sit on the hard surface of the throne. All the while Oliver was pressed against her butt, being put through her playful motions. He noticed early on how different the smell was compared to her crotch. Obviously they would be different, but he hadn't expected her rear to smell almost earthy.