A young woman is desperate to become limbless and only good for sex and making babies, and finds a way to make it happen, with love and support from her husband and family.
In Part 4, limbless Bryana tries to make the most of her time between pregnancies by once again enjoying bondage. More creativity is required to bind someone with no arms or legs, but it can be done. She then becomes naturally pregnant again, and finds out she’s carrying more babies in her womb than ever, which her sister Alyssa finds overwhelming.
Part 4 consists of the following chapters:
Bryana, on hiatus
The only problem with giving birth is that she was now no longer pregnant, and per her doctor Bryana wasn’t allowed to get pregnant again for some months. Since this most recent litter of babies went home with their own parents, she wasn’t breastfeeding this time around. That was good in a way, because last time that was also a limitation on when she could become pregnant again – only after she had stopped breastfeeding. It’s just too hard on a human body to have to make milk and grow babies at the same time. Now she was only limited by time. A minimum of six months after delivery, with 12 months much preferred, and at least 18 months being ideal, the doctor had told her. Last time it was 15 months between pregnancies, but it was that long due to having to go through the process of being approved and then chosen to be a surrogate. The approval process would be greatly streamlined should she pursue surrogacy again, and because of the glowing evaluation the Morrisons had written, it might not take as long to be chosen again, either. Probably the surrogacy agency has some minimum time requirement, but the subject hadn’t even come up last time. She should probably find out what that minimum time was.
Post-partum depression was again something to be contended with, but this time, both Bryana and her doctors were much better prepared to keep it at bay. Dr. Hopkins had put her on an anti-depressant right away, and Bryana knew from her previous therapy sessions what she needed to do for her mental health. She could always meet with her therapist Lexie if she thought it would help, but Bryana was hoping that that wouldn’t be necessary. Also, her family wasn’t occupied with caring for newborn babies this time around, so she didn’t have that sense of being ignored and abandoned.
But Bryana was determined to get pregnant again as soon as she could, whatever number of months that was. She needed to talk to Cody and Alyssa about when, if at all, they might be ready to add to their family. The triplets were now two years old, and would be at least three by the time she gave birth again. They’d be four if she ended up waiting 15 months to get pregnant like last time. So at dinner one evening, she said to them, Now that my womb will be coming available again, I was wondering if you guys have given any thought about whether you want more kids, and if so, when. Cory and Alyssa had anticipated that this question would come up soon and were prepared for it.
Alyssa addressed the question posed. You know I’ve always dreamed of having lots of kids. I just thought I’d get them one at a time, and getting three at once certainly was a surprise, to me as well as Cody. Not an unpleasant surprise by any means, of course, but we knew we had to get to where we had the ability to deal with these three with capacity to spare before we could consider another one. I know none of that answered your question, and I probably haven’t told you anything you didn’t already know, but I wanted to put it out there. Anyway, they’re just reaching the “terrible twos”, and I know they’re going to be a handful for the next year or so. But once they turn three, they’ll settle down and it would be a lot easier to add another baby to the family.
Bryana looked at Alyssa like she was incredibly stupid. You know babies don’t come from Amazon, don’t you? You can’t just order one and have it delivered in a couple of days. Even if I only wait the minimum six months to get pregnant again, there’s not going to be another baby until the triplets are about 3 years, 3 months old. But is that when you’d want it, or sometime after that? Would it be a little later, or much later than that? Because if it’s not going to be until after they’ve turned five, I might have time to do another surrogate pregnancy in between. You have first dibs on my womb, but you have to reserve it to make sure it’ll be available when you want it.
Alyssa saw her point. She looked at Cody. I don’t think we want to wait three more years for another baby, she said. We were thinking more like a year or two from now. Bryana then reminded her, It would be a little more than a year from now at the earliest. Also, she said, I’d like to be pregnant again as soon as I can, but I know the longer I wait, the better it is for both the baby’s health and mine. It’s quite the dilemma. But anyway, you’ve told me what I wanted to know. Your turn’s next; there won’t be time for another surrogacy so there’s no need for me to pursue that. We can nail down the exact schedule later. Just remember, you need to give me about ten months’ notice, because it takes about a month for birth control pills to completely wear off.
Bryana secretly hoped that when the time came, they wouldn’t discuss it again; Cody would just confiscate her birth control pills and tell her she was destined to be bred and that’s what she would be, like it or not, and it was his job to make sure she was good and knocked up. It was so much hotter that way. She loved it when he pretended to not give her a choice, even when they had actually agreed in advance to whatever it was.
Bryana was now on hiatus; a pause, a break, a rest period where there were no demands being made on her body. She wasn’t pregnant, she wasn’t breastfeeding, she wasn’t even trying to get pregnant; actually just the opposite, as it was too soon to do so safely. She had a brief interlude between weaning her triplets and the surrogacy embryo transfer, but at least she was actively trying to become pregnant during that time, not naturally, but via surrogacy. This interlude would be much longer – likely a year or more. It would all depend on when Alyssa and Cody were ready for her to start incubating their next child. Or litter of children, perhaps.
Bryana’s therapist had encouraged her to think of her times between pregnancies this way. Rather than lament that she wasn’t pregnant, rather, she should embrace this time as an opportunity to regroup, to recharge, to strengthen, to prepare mentally and physically for the next pregnancy. Maybe also to take advantage of the opportunity and do something for herself that she couldn’t do, or do easily, while pregnant.
Bryana thought more about that. What could she do now that she wasn’t pregnant or nursing? Drink alcohol, sure, but her party days were a distant memory, especially with a houseful of kids. Maybe go on a vacation with Cody? But would that be fair to Alyssa, leaving her without him to help with the kiddos evenings and weekends when Nicole was off duty? What about taking a vacation with Alyssa? Nicole and Cody could tag team watching the kids, with her parents filling in when needed. But that would mean no sex for that whole time, and that wouldn’t be much fun. Bryana lived for sex. No, it had to be something with Cody.
She thought about what she and Cody liked to do that they hadn’t done since she became pregnant the first time. What did they enjoy doing before she became limbless? Mostly they just had sex, which they still did whether she was pregnant or not. But the sex used to be different. They were big into bondage, specifically her being bound, both during sex and otherwise. Well, now she was more-or-less in permanent bondage; that was the whole point of becoming limbless. But could they spice it up by her being both limbless and in some kind of actual bondage, too? Something that might not be safe, or practical, if she were pregnant? She’d have to give that idea some more thought. Most forms of bondage involve restraining the arms or legs in some way, so she’d have to get creative.
Meanwhile, Nicole thought this lull might be a good time for her to become pregnant herself. Well, not actually by herself. With help from her husband, of course. She could probably get pregnant, give birth, take a maternity leave, and be back to work just as Bryana was beginning her next pregnancy and would start needing more help again. Maybe Bryana and Alyssa would even let her bring her baby to work with her; that would certainly make things simpler and less expensive. She discussed this with her two bosses, and they agreed that this would be a convenient time for Nicole to be pregnant and then take time off to be with her baby. They were open to the idea of her bringing her baby to work, too. Nicole shared the good news with her husband, and they got right to work putting a bun in her oven.
Bryana decided to get Cody’s input on how they could bring actual bondage back into their sex life. He was happy the way it was, but was not against trying something new, either. What if we rigged up a harness to suspend you from the ceiling?, he suggested. That idea had potential, Bryana thought. What if you stuck a vibrator in me while I was hanging in mid-air and left me that way?, she added, thinking of the endless orgasms she could have. Cody wasn’t sure about that; he preferred her to climax with his help, not by herself, whenever possible. What if the vibrator was on the lowest setting, so you’d be aroused but not able to get off?, he asked. That way you’d be desperate for me to finish you. So long as you did, Bryana replied. Cody had another idea. What if you were suspended above the bed, with the harness attached to springs? I’d put you at a height so we’d just barely touch when I laid on my back with a hard-on. Again, enough to arouse you but not get you off. Then when I was ready, I could grab you by your hips and bounce you up and down while impaled on my shaft. I like the way you think, Bryana responded with a smile. She was getting turned on just by talking about it. Cody then said, What if we did it while you were hanging upside-down, and I left you that way for a while afterwards? Then my tadpoles would have gravity on their side while they went searching for your eggs. That would be a fun way to get impregnated, Bryana replied. This harness idea definitely had some potential.
Cody looked into the harness idea, and realized it would be better to have Bryana suspended from a freestanding rack that could be moved to different places in their bedroom, rather than to the actual ceiling. This would give them much more flexibility in how they used it, and it could be easily disassembled and removed if there ever came a reason to do that. So he found and purchased the rack, a leather harness with D rings in strategic places that she could be suspended from, a couple of big springs, and various other items. He decided on his own that, since there were really very few ways he could physically bind Bryana other than the harness, he would also try enhancing her sense of helplessness through other means, and bought what he would need to do that as well. He arranged to have the rack delivered when she wasn’t home and he hid it where she wouldn’t see it. Their wedding anniversary was coming up very soon, and that would be when he would surprise her. The trick would be setting it up without her seeing it.
Cody partially assembled the rack himself, but the final connections would have to be done once the pieces were in the bedroom, and he couldn’t risk doing that ahead of time. He decided he would take her out for a romantic dinner for their anniversary, and he’d enlist his father-in-law to come over and do the final assembly while they were out. Normally, one would never even let one’s father-in-law know one had a bondage rack on which one intended to restrain his daughter, let alone ask him to finish assembling it. But Bryana’s parents were also bondage enthusiasts and they all know full well about their shared interests. Bryana’s father readily agreed to help.
On the appointed day, Bryana was feeling quite happy and content on the drive home after a wonderful dinner together. She was contemplating what Cody might have planned for the romance to transition to something more erotic once they were behind closed doors. He was always the one to decide, which is how she wanted it. So her heart quickened when he told her he had a surprise waiting for her at home. She wondered what he had up his sleeve. Alyssa had already put the kids to bed and had retreated to her own bedroom to give them some privacy.
Once home, still in the living room, Cody first put a ball gag on Bryana, followed by a heavy black blindfold, earplugs, and noise cancelling headphones. This is different, she thought, wondering what he was intending to do. He picked her up out of the wheelchair, carried her to their bedroom, laid her on the bed, and removed every stitch of clothing. But then he put something else on her, which felt very skimpy and smelled like leather, and felt him tightening the straps or whatever they were. Then he picked her up, and she felt him attaching something to the upper back of whatever she was now wearing. And then she was suddenly suspended in mid-air. He had remembered what they had discussed previously! Next he fondled her breasts and felt her up to get her juicy. And then he inserted a vibrator and turned it on. This was going to be good! He then briefly fondled her again and kissed her on the cheek, and then left her. Or she assumed he left her; she couldn’t see or hear a thing. All she could do is hang there and enjoy the ride, wherever it was taking her. The vibrator was on the low setting, which certainly got her aroused but wasn’t going to do anything more. But after maybe five minutes, she felt the vibrator switch to the medium setting. She began moaning in pleasure through the gag, but this wasn’t going to be that great of a climax only on medium. Before she got there, though, the vibrator setting changed again, to high. That was more like it! It didn’t take long for her to reach the first of several powerful orgasms, completely helpless to do anything but hang there and enjoy it. And enjoy it she did. The sensory deprivation was a nice touch; not only could she not do anything about her predicament, she couldn’t tell what was happening beyond what she could feel, or anticipate what was coming next.
Eventually, Bryana felt Cody (at least she assumed it was Cody!) turn off and remove the vibrator, unhook her from whatever she’d been suspended from, and place her on her back on the bed. Then she felt his erect penis penetrate her and begin thrusting, but no other physical contact. He must have her on the edge of the bed and is standing in front of her, she thought. After a minute, she felt hands on her hips, which increased the leverage and allowed the thrusts to go deeper, and then he unloaded in her, causing yet another orgasm on her part. He pulled out, leaving her a sopping, quivering mess. Then he slid her off the bed and into an upright position leaning against the side of the bed, and removed the ball gag. She was able to get out the words, That was wonderful!, before he fastened a different gag on her, this one a ring gag. The fun apparently wasn’t over yet, and despite the sensory deprivation she knew what was coming next. The penis, now only semi-erect and sticky with their combined juices, came through the ring gag. It was going to be up to her to clean it off and get it hard again, and she went right to work. It was the least she could do after what she had just experienced herself. After a short while it became firm again, and she felt a hand on the back of her head. Guys liked to do that for some reason. She continued to suck and manipulate the throbbing cock with her tongue, and it didn’t take long before it shot its load down her throat. She could swallow it or choke on it, and she chose the former, as he knew she would. She sucked it dry, and then it pulled out of her mouth. Then it was over, and … nothing. She was still on the floor, leaning against the side of the bed, left to wonder how long she’d be left that way or what would happen next. But it was all good; this was just another part of the bondage and sensory deprivation experience.
After what felt like maybe half an hour, Cody picked her up and put her back on the bed, removed the blindfold, headphones, ear plugs, and ring gag, and wiped off her face. She could now see the rack she had been suspended from. He laid on the bed next to her and held her. That was nice, she told Cody. When did you get the rack? It came last week, he replied. But since our anniversary was so close, I decided to wait and surprise you. So what do you think? I liked it, she told him. You did a good job. I never thought about being more helpless than just having no arms or legs until recently. The blindfold and ear coverings were a nice touch. Hanging in mid-air and not being able to see or hear gave me just that. Cody asked her, You didn’t mind the fellatio at the end? No, she replied. I’ve always told you that you could do whatever you wanted to me as long as you let me orgasm. I like being used and abused by you and I completely trust you; you know that. He held her tighter and they laid there silently for a while. Then Cody got up, removed the harness, cleaned up both Bryana and the mess on the floor, and they went to bed. Bryana reminded herself that there were good things about not being pregnant, too. She would not have gone along with all of that tonight if she were, nor, she was certain, would Cody have wanted her to. But she was going to make the most of that rack and harness while she wasn’t.
The triplets, being two years old now, were getting more proficient at holding actual conversations, and like all children, were curious about their world and asked lots of questions. It had occurred to the four adults (including Nicole) that sooner or later, one or more of them would start asking why Bryana had no arms or legs, and that they should all be prepared to answer that consistently and in an age-appropriate way. So they discussed it amongst themselves. Bryana said, I can’t very well tell them that God made me this way, or that I was in a terrible accident, because those things aren’t true. But I don’t think I can tell them the truth, either, that I just didn’t want them anymore and had someone cut them off. That would give them nightmares.
Cody said, We could just deflect the question and tell them we’ll explain it when they’re older. But Alyssa responded, Do you think that’s going to satisfy them? Maybe, but I doubt it. If they really want to know, they’re not going to settle for that. Nicole suggested, What if we just tell them that people come in lots of different sizes and shapes and colors. That’s still deflecting the question, but with a truthful answer they’re more likely to accept. And you could use that same answer anytime they ask about someone who looks different. Everyone agreed that Nicole had the best solution, and they would all use that answer for as long as they could. Alyssa said that she’d ask her parents to give that response as well, in case they were asked about Bryana.
Meanwhile, Nicole had in fact become pregnant and her bump was steadily growing. But Nicole was a normal woman carrying a single baby, and Bryana found it amusing to tease her about how what a waste of womb capacity it was, how small she was, and how easy it must be to only have one to carry and eventually push out. Nicole mostly brushed it off, but occasionally she got thinking about Bryana’s quadruplet belly and wondering what it would be like to have that many at once and to be that big. Eventually, Nicole had a baby girl she named Olivia and began a three-month unpaid leave of absence. Bryana’s mother picked up the slack during that time, coming over daily to help take care of both Bryana and the triplets, who were now nearly three years old.
Bryana tried hard to be patient waiting for Cody and Alyssa to tell her they were ready for her to become pregnant with their next child, and while she seemed to be that way on the outside, she was anything but on the inside. Oh, how she longed to be pregnant again. How her womb craved to be full again. She’d be pregnant 24/7/365 if she could, becoming pregnant again immediately after giving birth, over and over. One evening, Cody had put her in her harness and hung her from the rack in preparation for a lovemaking session. Then he told her he had an announcement to make. Effective immediately, she was forbidden to take another birth control pill until she had given him another child. To make his point, under her watchful gaze, he took her bottle of pills and flushed them down the toilet. Further, he said, he was going to nail her at least twice a day until she was confirmed pregnant, to make sure it happened ASAP. God, that was so hot! Especially while suspended in mid-air, feeling more helpless than usual. Never mind that he almost always nailed her at least twice a day anyway. She replied, It’s about time! Now what are you standing there waiting for? These eggs aren’t going to fertilize themselves, stud! Fill me up with your babies and I mean right now!
Of course, Bryana didn’t get pregnant that night, as her body was still full of birth control chemicals. But it wasn’t for lack of trying. After a few weeks, when it was becoming likely she could become pregnant, Cody, remembering what they had discussed those months ago, began hanging Bryana upside-down on the rack each time before shooting his wad in her. He then left her that way for at least an hour afterwards. Sometimes he’d come back for seconds, and the clock would start over again. Bryana would spend the hour cheering on her eggs and Cody’s sperm to find each other and have sex themselves. Eventually they did.
Bryana, fertility goddess
Bryana could always tell early on when she was pregnant, so she didn’t have to have upside-down sex for too long before she knew. It was too soon for a pregnancy test, though, and so Cody continued hanging her upside-down every time. It wasn’t her favorite position, but they both knew he was the one calling the shots, and he wanted to be sure.
Bryana went through the now-familiar routine of getting the pregnancy test, having it indicate positive, and then growing her bump even earlier and bigger than ever. How many babies did Cody put in me this time?, she wondered. She separately told Cody and Alyssa that she was getting bigger faster than even when she was carrying quads, just to give them a heads up. Cody, having pregnancy and breeding kinks like her, just smiled and patted her belly and said, Way to go, girl!, as he imagined her getting even bigger than ever before. Alyssa was decidedly less enthused. God, I sure hope you’re not telling me you’re having quints or something crazy like that!, she said. Alyssa knew the primary responsibility for raising them would fall on her, per their agreement, and she also knew how much work triplets had been and still were. Bryana just smiled and shrugged. There wasn’t anything she could do about it, and it wasn’t like she went on fertility pills or anything to try to have lots of babies. Maybe hanging upside-down was more effective than they realized, but she had never heard of that really being true.
The time came for her to get the initial ultrasound, and she was already sporting a rather huge belly. Cody and Alyssa accompanied her. Dr. Hopkins said, You definitely look like you’re carrying multiples again, but let’s find out just how many. She scanned Bryana’s belly and watched the screen without saying anything. But her face gave her away; she had a look of shock, disbelief, and concern. She continued scanning and looking at the screen for what seemed like a long time. Finally, she told them, I can clearly see five babies in there; it looks like two boys and three girls, but I can’t be completely sure. They all appear to be healthy. There are too many heartbeats for me to be able to count them. But you should know, there’s a distinct possibility that there may be another baby or two hiding behind the others that I can’t see.
All three of them were stunned to have their suspicions actually confirmed. Bryana and Cody were more thinking about how even more massive she’d get and how hot that would be. Alyssa was focused on how much work five or more babies were going to be. Alyssa spoke up first. Doctor, how could this even happen? I know triplets are a rare occurrence but it does happen. Is it even possible to naturally conceive quintuplets or even more? And how could one woman do both?
Dr. Hopkins replied. Yes, quints can and have been naturally conceived, but it’s extremely rare. Like one in sixty million pregnancies. Sextuplets and septuplets are exponentially more rare than that. How could one woman have triplets and then quints? I’d say it’s highly likely that Bryana releases multiple eggs every period. Most women release a single egg each month, and that’s why most pregnancies are single babies. You two are identical twins, but that means there was a single egg, too. The embryo divided in two only after it was fertilized. Non-identical twins result from the woman double ovulating, or releasing two eggs. Most women who double ovulate don’t do it most of the time – only once, or only occasionally. I’ve heard of cases where women repeatedly have twins in successive pregnancies, but those cases are also rare. They probably double ovulate every month, or nearly so. Your triplets are all different, so there were three eggs involved. But now, this is only the second time Bryana has gotten pregnant naturally, and there are at least five babies. We won’t know if any of them are identical until after they’re born, and right now we don’t even know for sure how many there are, so I can’t say how many eggs were involved. But it’s clear that Bryana is probably a super-ovulator. She releases not one egg, not two eggs, but more than that every month, or at least fairly often for it to happen two out of two times. You could say she’s a real-life fertility goddess, I suppose. But Alyssa, before you come down too hard on your sister for being that way, remember that you two are identical twins. If you still had your ovaries, chances are pretty high that you’d be a super-ovulator as well. Bryana, you’re going to have to keep this in mind for any future pregnancies you might have. If you don’t want a belly full of babies, you’re going to have to keep from getting pregnant at all, or at least naturally.
The three parents were speechless. Dr. Hopkins continued. Bryana, having already carried both triplets and quads without difficulty, you’re probably better equipped to carry quints, or however many there are, than any woman out there. But it will be harder on you. You’re going to have to eat like crazy to keep up with their nutritional demands as they grow, both now and while nursing. I’m going to put you on a more intensive regimen of vitamins for the same reason. I’m going to have to closely monitor your weight and take regular blood samples to make sure everyone’s staying healthy. That means more frequent appointments with me. I would say it probably means bed rest towards the end of your term, but in your case, you’re not getting up and down and walking around anyway. More silence. Any questions, anyone?, Dr. Hopkins asked. Bryana replied, No, we all know the drill, and you’ve covered it pretty well, doctor. The other two nodded in agreement.
On the way home, Alyssa was in a state of mild panic. What are we going to do now?, she asked. How can we possibly care for five or more babies? Three was hard enough, and now we might have twice that many, all at once, along with the three we already have. I never signed up for any of this! I thought we’d have one at a time like normal people do!
Cody tried hard to reassure her. None of us signed up for this, he said, but it is what it is, and we’ll get through it together, just like we did last time. We know a whole lot more now than we did the first time, and won’t have to figure it out by trial and error. We already have Nicole helping us now, and I know your parents will rise to the occasion. The triplets will be old enough where they can help some, too, and they’ll probably want to. And there’s no reason why we can’t hire more help if we need it. You won’t be doing all the work; you’ll be managing the work. That’s a lot easier, really; take it from a professional manager. Also, this time we won’t be trying to move into and get settled into a new house at the same time. We already have room for five or six new babies, at least for the time being. We’ll just have to get more baby stuff like cribs and car seats. Cody thought about all those car seats. We might need to buy a bus, too, he added with a smile.
Alyssa calmed down but only a bit. Cody was right about everything, of course, but she still had this sense of overwhelming anxiety about the whole thing. The fight-or-flight instinct was starting to kick in, and there was no one to fight. I know what you’re saying, Cody, but I can’t help how I feel, she said. And I’m feeling like this is all going to be too much, way more than I can handle. I’ll be honest; I’m really feeling this urge to run away from everything right now. To just go where no one can find me and never come back. I really hope I would never actually do that, but the temptation is pretty strong.
Both Cody and Bryana realized that Alyssa wasn’t kidding, and that this was serious. Bryana spoke up. Alyssa, my dear sister, I believe you, she said. This is overwhelming, and we all need time to process it. I can only imagine what’s going through your head right now. I think maybe you’d benefit from talking it through with someone trained to help. You should probably call my therapist Lexie and make an appointment. She helped me more that you realize when I was in that funk after the triplets were born, and I’m sure she can help you, too. Plus, with her, you won’t have to explain our complicated situation first; she already knows about it. Cody chimed in. That’s an excellent idea, Bryana, and I agree. How about if I make that call to Lexie as soon as we get home? Would that be okay, Alyssa? Alyssa nodded her approval as she burst into tears. She felt so incredibly guilty for not being up to the looming challenge they all faced, and for even talking about running away. She realized she probably did need professional help, and she was really glad she had Bryana and Cody looking out for her, even if they were the cause of her troubles.
Cody made the call and made the appointment for Alyssa. He and Bryana talked more about Alyssa and what they could do to help her. I think Alyssa might do well to get away, temporarily, from all of this, said Bryana. She should take a vacation away from here and away from the responsibilities of the triplets. Maybe one now and another one shortly before I deliver. You could go with her if she were willing, or we can line up someone else and pay their way. Who else could we get to go with her?, Cody asked. Not that I’m unwilling, you understand.
Bryana thought about it. I don’t know, maybe Nicole?, she replied. One of our cousins, possibly. Perhaps a friend from high school? I’d have to ask around. Cody said, We’d have to figure out the help situation if both Alyssa and Nicole were gone together. But Nicole is married and has her own kid. Do you think she’d even want to go, or whether her husband would go along with it? Bryana responded, I really don’t know. I was just brainstorming. We’d have to ask her, obviously. But I think you should seriously consider going with Alyssa. I think it might be best if she went with someone who really understands what she’s going through and what she’s facing, even if you never actually discuss it. Go do something fun that you can’t do with me, like go hiking in the mountains or something. It would be good for you, as well, and it would be a bonding experience for you both. Maybe she’d feel more like the two of you were a team and that she can count on you.
Cody considered what Bryana suggested and thought it made a lot of sense. Bryana wasn’t just a great sex partner; she was a great life partner, too. She excelled at thinking through problems and coming up with practical solutions, and he thought she possessed an uncommon amount of wisdom. He very much appreciated those things about her. He made a mental note to tell her that sometime. If Alyssa was willing, Cody would take her on a fun vacation to try to get her mind off of babies and responsibilities.
Alyssa’s reaction to the baby news threw a wet towel on any ideas Bryana or Cody might have had about getting aroused and celebrating with sex like they had done in the past. That is, until late that evening after the kids were asleep and Alyssa had turned in for the night. In their own bedroom, Bryana asked Cody, Did you catch what Dr. Hopkins called me today? A frickin’ real-life fertility goddess! I know!, Cody replied. I just about creamed my shorts when I heard that. She’s absolutely right, too. And the best part is that you’re all mine, and I get to bang you as much as I want! Bryana looked at him with bedroom eyes. You sure talk big for someone who still has his pants on, she told him seductively.
Then her expression and tone changed abruptly. Come hither and service your goddess!, she demanded. Well, this certainly is a role change, thought Cody. He played along and approached. Stop!, she yelled. None shall come into the presence of the goddess with clothes on! Yes, my goddess, he said meekly as he stripped down. That’s much better, she said, except that your implement is far too limp to be of use to the goddess. Therefore, you shall place your goddess upon the royal rack of passion and then proceed to eat her out. Only then, if you have pleasured your goddess adequately and your member has become sufficiently firm, shall it be granted visiting privileges this night!
Cody complied with her requests, no, demands, but it wasn’t doing anything for either one of them. He couldn’t bring her to climax, and he remained as soft as a rag doll. Bryana dropped out of character. Cody, she said, you can stop now. Thanks for trying. I’m sorry, he said. It’s not your fault, she replied. I just got carried away with this goddess thing, and I thought I’d try something different and see if we liked it. But I couldn’t get into it either. I’m just not meant to be a dominatrix. We’ll just call this a failed experiment and forget it. We always have great sex when you call the shots and I’m along for the ride, so I’ve learned my lesson.
It’s been a long day for both of us, said Cody. Mind if we just call it a night? You read my mind, his wife replied. But I’d appreciate it if you’d take me down from this rack first. Of course, my goddess, he said with a smile. I didn’t mean to imply otherwise.