Chronos - Roxanne's Tale
Roxanne's Tale
=By Chronos=
RRRRRRR RR RRR RR RRR RRRRRRRR RR RR RR RR RR RR RR RRoxanne lay in bed thinking about what had happened to her.
Here she was, a happily married woman aged thirty-seven. Her long, well-manicured right index finger traced down her breast to the X-shaped scar where the nipple had been. This certainly wasn't what she had envisioned. Her other breast, as round, full, and artificially enhanced as this one, bore an identical scar.
Two months prior she had told her husband she wanted plastic surgery. Her breasts, she said, were too small. She had put too much fat on her butt, and time had added lines to her face. Mark disagreed with her. Her breasts, he said, were the perfect size to put in his mouth; her butt was 'simply more spankable', and he claimed not to notice the lines. Roxanne persisted in pursuing her options, however. She wanted to change her body, but didn't want to break her relationship with Mark.
Their sex life being a kinky one, full of all kinds of games, she decided that perhaps she could persuade him into allowing her changes.
"How about this?" she proffered. "For every change I want to make, you tell the doctor one you want, and he does them all at once. Isn't your old buddy from college still practicing around here? I'm sure he'll be game for this sort of thing." Roxanne was right. Doctor Bill WAS still in the next city over. Doctor Bill who Mark drank with in college. Doctor Bill who went with Mark to strip cabarets and kinky sex parties.
"Ah, the fun!" Mark though. "Billy will definitely agree to this. Especially my ideas." Roxanne and Mark had gone with Bill a few times to ordinary parties, and once to a somewhat kinky affair where Bill brought his ladyfriend Erica. Roxanne remembered Erica had come to that affair dressed in nothing but casts and bandages. Her mobility was severely limited and her sight and speech had been completely obliterated by Billy's handywork. Fellow kinksters complimented him.
These things were all well and good in Roxanne's mind. Bondage is bondage, she thought. She rose and surveyed her surgically altered body. Standing before her full-length mirror, she could observe the art of the surgeon. The wrinkles were indeed gone from her face as if they had never been there at all. He breasts, subtly augmented, were a perfect Full "C". Her ass was as she had pictured it, exactly in proportion to her hips and waist, round but not too wide. She spread her legs slightly and touched the scar. It too was testament to Billy's skill as a surgeon. Two pieces of flesh that were never meant to join had been connected into one, nearly without seam. It was as if the tiny hole through which her urine now passed was what nature intended to reside between her thighs. This was possible mostly because she had had her uterus removed six years prior due to a large cyst. She was grateful for her lack of a period, but found her newer lacks somewhat troubling.
The moment she came to was an interesting one. At her and Mark's joint request, Doctor Bill had thoroughly bandaged her eyes and hands so that she would have to find out sheerly through sensation what changes Mark had requested. She could feel thick bandages on her crotch and realized immediately that surgery had been performed on her vagina. Deliciously kinky images raced through her mind; Labia inflated to resemble lips; removal of her clitoral hood to constantly stimulate her clit; or perhaps even circumcision of some sort; removal of her labia leaving her clit totally exposed.
Roxanne was familliar with what had been done to her. In fact she considered it as one of the possibilities, but it somehow didn't seem likely that Mark would have it done. He enjoyed vaginal sex as much as the next man, and she obviously did too. She was no stranger to other forms of love-making as well, Mark took her in her ass nearly as often as the conventional manner, and indeed she did find this enjoyable, strange as it may sound to some. Her blowjobs, frequently admired by her husband and the guests at the afforementioned kinky sex parties, were, as one satisfied man had told her, "world-class". She felt a shiver as her fingernail ran over the tiny white scar where her womanhood once resided.
No, Mark was not suffering; and so, neither was she. Quite the
contrary, she loved his reactions to her newly modified body, and, as
a natural sexual submissive, took great joy in the pleasure of her
husband and Master. She cupped her breasts, pinched her areola with
her white-painted nails, smiled at the sensation, and went back to
bed. . . . . . . . . .
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