Nina's Powder Room

Thank you for accepting who I am, @mommymadsisback 💞

“Ta-dah!” she exclaimed presenting the large, cock shaped piece of silicone she’d been hiding behind her back. “Happy birthday, darling.”

You gawked at the sex toy unable to find the words.

It had already been an overwhelming day; Emma’s doting attention, a shopping spree, tea and scones. Then an afternoon at the spa and now back at her house for champagne and presents.

Strewn about the room were the ones you’d opened already: a make-up kit, several new lingerie sets, two of her hand me down dresses, a new chastity cage (the next smallest size), and now, last but definitely not least, the faux appendage she’d gleefully revealed.

“Th-thankyou,” you managed to stammer, not sure what else to say as she placed the hefty object in your open palms.

“Oh, you’re welcome, sweetheart, I hope it’s what you wanted. I was going to get you a generic one, you know, realistic looking but not too big, I didn’t want to overface you. But, Matthew suggested a custom one would be a much more personnel gift.”

“M-Matthew?” As always you tensed at the mention of her boyfriend’s name, a shiver running down your spine.

“Mhmm,” she took another sip of her champagne. “It’s as much from him as it is from me. There’s this place in London that makes them, all very hush hush of course. They make the cast there with this special mould and then send it off to be made. Gosh, you should’ve seen the fun we had making it. The girls at the shop and I had to come up with some rather imaginative ways to keep him hard enough without touching him. It was quite the afternoon.”

“Keep what hard?” you asked still not understanding.

“His cock, obviously.” Looking at the object in your hands it finally dawned on you. Thick and long, the large phallus was the spitting image of the one you’d seen him wield so effectively on the occasions they’d let you watch.

“It… it’s his?” You asked dumbfounded.

“Yep,” she grinned excitedly, moving to sit beside you. “This way you’ll get familiar with it. All the veins and ridges. I’ll teach you his most sensitive spots and show you exactly what he likes.”

She took the phallus from you and raised it up in front of your face.

"Honey, I know it's scary," your wife says with that look she gets, "I get it, but we talked about this when I started dating him, he was clear."

"I just, I mean," you stammered, fiddled with the hem of your dress nervously, "I...I never...I'm not...you know...gay," you said with a hard swallow.

"Well he's certainly not gay, either," she laughed. "But it's not about that, you know that, it's about roles and places, it's about showing him we both accept that's he's the man in our lives, that he's the alpha, that he's in charge. That's in part why he insists on your feminization."

"I just..."

"You're worried how I'm going to see you."

"Yes!"

"Sweetie, I'm not going to lie, of course it's going to be different. I don't think any woman can see her husband dressed like that giving a man a blowjob and not think of him differently. But that's okay, it really is, I'll see you differently, but that's not bad. I mean, just think, eventually he'll want us to do it together, all men love that."

"So I'm just supposed to think about doing it with you!"