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Magic Shoppe - Autocurious 5
🕑 Added 2025-04-05 04:00:01 +0000 UTC“Welcome back to the Magic Shoppe,” the tall, thin man behind the counter announced. “What can I do for you today, Charles?”
“I’ve met a young lady who seems a bit too eager to like me. You mentioned I would meet someone new the last time I was here.”
“Dana?”
“Yes. Did you send her to me? She’s… perfect.”
“I didn’t send her to you. You just happened to move into the right apartment.”
“You told me to find an apartment in that area.”
“Did I?”
“If I knew your name, I scold you like a parent would: first, middle, and last name in a sharp. Staccato. Cadence.”
“I know. I have something for the two of you,” the proprietor reached under the counter and placed a box about the size of a shirt box on it. “Instructions are inside.”
“Has she been here before?”
“Technically, Dana has only been here once.”
“What did she buy?”
“All of my sales are made in the strictest confidentiality, Charles.”
“If you can’t tell me anything, why did you mention she’s been here at all?”
“That’s public knowledge. Anyone watching the storefront could see who enters and leaves.”
“Is her brother also a customer?”
“Dana’s brother?”
“Yes.”
“He’s been in the shop.”
“Did they both come here together?”
“That’s a bit too close to the line, Charles.”
“Dana mentioned a friend named Nancy. Could you give me her phone number?”
“Nancy is not one of my customers.”
“Damn.”
A slip of paper appeared in his hand out thin air. “And as such, I am not bound by any warranty of confidentiality with Nancy Moon O’Brien of 43 Lambert Street, Apartment 4.” He handed the paper to Charles.
Charles smiled.
* * *
“I had a great time,” Dana said. She was wearing a polo shirt emblazoned with the logo of the local baseball team with the name and the number of their star center fielder on the back, a matching hat, and jeans shorts. She and Charles were standing in the hallway outside both their apartments. His support for the local team was only seen in the cap he wore.
“I love seeing a game with an enthusiastic, fellow fan,” he said.
She looked at him like she wanted him to kiss her. He didn’t. What was he waiting for?
“May I come in?” he said. “We need to talk.”
“We do? I can think of something I’d rather do.”
“First, we have to talk, Dana.”
She had been about to lick her lips suggestively. She stopped in time, she hoped. “Okay.” She unlocked the door and they sat down on the sofa.
“There’s something you need to tell me. I don’t think you like lying to me. And if you told me, you wouldn’t have to lie any more.”
She was stunned. He knew?
“I’ve been to the Magic Shoppe,” he continued. “That look. Please don’t make me say it first.”
“I don’t have a brother,” she said. “Never have. Just a sister.”
“You’ve mentioned Rachel. You have more to say?”
“I used to think I was a man. I’m getting a name change. And I’ve told work only Dana will be showing up from now on. How did you figure it out?”
“You and your brother were never in the same place at the same time. And you never remember he exists when I bring him up. But, I confirmed my suspicions when I gave your number to a friend and asked him to call you Wednesday night at eight. While your brother and I were sharing some drinks, his phone received a call from an unknown caller at eight.”
“Sneaky. This is a relief. I didn’t lie at first. I was that man. Or so I thought.”
“How does it work?”
“What?”
“The magic. I know from the shop keeper that you’ve been to the store. It must be magic since you don’t really look like your non-existent brother. How does it work?”
She explained how the boobs and wig worked.
“Is that all?”
“What do you mean?”
“I met a woman named Nancy who refused to tell me about you.”
“How did you meet Nancy?”
“Not important. She said I should ask you about a certain dildo.”
She sighed and stood up from the sofa. “It’ll be easier to show you.” She led him into the bathroom where her old cock was sitting on the counter top.
“Impressive. May I?”
“I will feel you touching it.”
“Still.”
“Why would I want that to stop?”
“I see.” He picked it up. “Firmer than I expected.”
“The day after I did it, it changed to that firmer dildo density.”
“You could attach and detach it?”
“Since the day I detached it, I’ve never reattached it.”
“No?”
“No. Having nothing down there is surprisingly freeing. You should try it.”
“I’ll just take your word for it.” He made a fist around the shaft and stroked it a few times.
“Mmmmm.” Her eyes closed and she had to resist the urge to put her hand in her shorts.
“You want to touch yourself as I do this.”
“Yes.”
“Do it.”
She unbuttoned her shorts and put her fingers under her panties.
“Follow my rhythm.”
She found it hard not to as he stroked the cock dildo smoothly and quickly.
“You ever give handy before?”
“This is my first on cock that isn’t mine,” he said. He sped up and she pushed deeper into herself and sped up.
“Don’t stop.”
“What if I did?”
“Don’t you dare stop.”
Her eyes were closed as she said, “I’m so close. So close. Ye-e-e-s. Fuck.” She came. He had pointed the business end of the dildo at her face and her orgasm was accompanied by a face full of cum. “What?”
“I almost didn’t believe you when you said it still ejaculated.”
She reached for a towel and wiped her face. “I never did that to myself.”
“Sorry.”
“No, you aren’t.”
“Where do you usually point it?”
“It’s usually in my mouth when it cums.”
“What does that look like?”
She took the cock dildo from him and teased at tonguing the tip before putting the head into her mouth. She slid it deep into her mouth with single motion.
“Wow.” He reached out and touched the ribbon hanging from it and said, “Lock.”
Her eyes went wide. “(H)ow (d)id (y)ou (kn)ow a(b)out (th)at?”
“When I was at the Magic Shoppe, the good proprietor gave me a few goodies he thought you might enjoy.”
“W(h)at (g)oo(d)ies?”
“Follow me to my apartment.” He said, leaving the bathroom.
“(W)ith (th)e (g)ag (st)u(ck) (i)n (m)y (m)outh?”
“If I leave, you’ll be stuck like that until I come back and unlock it.”
She didn’t want to admit it to him, or to herself, but she was so turned by the idea of being stuck with the cock in her mouth. “O(k)ay.”
They crossed the hallway to get to his apartment. She was disappointed the hallway had been completely empty of neighbors. No one else saw her crossing to his apartment with the dildo in her mouth.
He closed the door behind her and retrieved a box from the kitchenette table. Inside were a set of beaded bracelets. He put two of them on her wrists. “These other two go on your ankles.” They were slightly larger than the bracelets. He touched each band of beads in turn and said, “Snug,” for each of them. They shrank in diameter to snugly fit around her wrists and ankles.
“They work like the ribbons.” He touched the bracelet on her left wrist and said, “Lock.” Nothing seemed to happen until he did the same to her other wrist. She couldn’t alter the angle or distance apart the two bracelets sat relative to one another. It was kind of like being tied up. She just wasn’t attached to anything.
“You can still move about. But as you’ve noticed, this arm remains positioned relative to that arm. At least until I do this.” He grabbed her left wrist and said, “Shift,” as he moved her arm independently of the other bracelet. When he let go, the geometry between the two bracelets was now how he had shifted it. He shifted her arms a few more times until her arms were stuck pointing straight out to the sides putting her in a T-pose.
“(N)ow (th)at -m (st)uck, w(h)at -re (y)ou (g)oin’ (t)o (d)o (t)o (m)e?”
He put his hands under her armpits and carried her into his bedroom. He flopped her onto the bed with her arms stuck straight out to the side. He grabbed each of her ankles and locked them in place together and straight up in the air. He pulled her shorts off her, followed by her panties. He shifted her legs out to the sides and left them there.
He placed his face between her legs and started licking her. Even gagged, her moans were long and loud as he forced her to orgasm several times in a row. When she was completely incoherent beyond the effects of the gag, he got up and went to the kitchen. He returned with a couple glasses of water. As he stood above her, he noticed for the first time that a pool of cum had leaked out of the sides of her mouth and a little was dribbling from her nose. He unlocked the gag and removed it.
He grabbed her arms and sat her up, her legs were already at a convenient angle for sitting. He fed her the water from the glass.
“Thanks,” she managed to say after a few gulps. “That was incredible.”
“Do you want to be released? Or do you want to watch some television stuck?”
“I hope you mean in a different pose.”
“I could just get some hooks and hang you on the wall.”
“I’d look good adjacent to the 1723 map in the living room. But, only if I were dressed up in my green sleeveless dress, stockings, and matching pumps.”
“You want me to do it, don’t it?”
She nodded. “I do. If you continue to feed me, you can leave these thing locked on me all weekend.”
He did.
* * *
Charles unlocked the bands from her wrists and ankles shortly after they woke up with her locked in his arms. As Dana returned to her apartment to get ready for work she felt truly free for the first time. She was in love and she loved herself. When she arrived at work, there was a lightness in her step that she could not hide. When Gregory stopped by her desk that afternoon he chuckled and congratulated her on having a wonderful weekend. She was feeling so good she just thanked him.
She met Nancy and Oliver for drinks after work on Tuesday. It was the first time Dana was meeting Oliver since Dana had told him to buy Nancy a drink. After a brief exchange of pleasantries she spilled the tea on her weekend.
“You were totally at his mercy to move at all the whole weekend?” Oliver said.
“Basically.”
“Maybe I should visit this Magic Shoppe,” Nancy said.
“Unless you plan to wear the bands, buy something else.”
“Oh, I think you would look cool decorating my living room.”
“Dana didn’t do that,” Oliver said.
“Yet,” Dana said.
“Charles sounds like he will honor your request,” Nancy said.
“That’s my hope.”
“Make sure he invites me over to take a few pics.”
“I’ll tell him.”
“Why isn’t he here with you?”
“He works like twelve hours a day during the week and I had a front row seat to him doing work on the weekend. I’ve told him I’m worried about him burning out.”
“Part of the time you were stuck he was doing real work.”
“Yep. He parked me on the sofa and locked my arms so that I could interact with my phone and not much else.”
“For how long?”
“Four or five hours, I think.”
“I can’t believe you’re the same person who introduced us,” Oliver said.
“That guy is gone.”
“If you had approached me like this, I would have bought you that drink.”
“Seriously?” Nancy said.
“I told you that when you first showed me Dana’s picture.”
“You are a foolish man, Oliver Herbert Brown.”
“Please. I have no chance with Dana given the stuff she’s been up to with Charles. I couldn’t treat her half as well as she wants to be treated. She’s a very lucky woman.”
“And so is Nancy,” Dana said.
“I need more convincing.”
“Later. I promise to give you the best foot rub these hands have in them.”
“I told you not to mention that,” Nancy said.
“After the story Dana just told, you orgasming from foot rubs isn’t anything to be embarrassed by.”
“You do?” Dana said.
Nancy rolled her eyes. “Yes. My Achilles Heel is in my heel.”
Oliver made a level fist with his thumb dipped downward and slowly raised it upward, following the imaginary curve of her instep. Nancy shuddered.
“I feel less freaky.”
“You should be proud to be you, Dana,” Oliver said, repeating the thumb motion.
Nancy grabbed his hand and pushed it down onto the table. “Enough. For now.”
* * *
Wednesday night, Dana was nervous as she knocked on Charles’ apartment door. When he opened the door he was surprised to see her.
“I know you said you were busy during the week. But, I went to the Magic Shoppe at lunch today and the wizard sold me this to give to you.”
“It’s fine that you’re here, Dana. Except, I was about to go to bed.”
“Sorry. Here.” She handed him a box that was narrow in two dimensions and long in the third.
“What’s in it?”
“I actually don’t know. I told him about my idea for sprucing up your living room and he said what was in the box would do it.”
“And he didn’t tell you how it works.”
“Instructions are in the box, as usual,” she said. She poked her head into his apartment. “I think that spot on the wall there needs the most sprucing.”
“Noted.” He took her chin in hand and gave her a kiss. “I will have to punish you for keeping me awake on a work night.”
“Don’t threaten me with a good time.”
With a chaste kiss, they said good night to one another.
*
Two hours after work on Friday, Dana was all dolled up for her weekend with Charles. She knocked on his door and was surprised he was in sweat pants and a t-shirt. She was wearing a fancy dress, stocking, “do me” heels, and beautiful makeup.
“Right on time,” he said. He stepped aside for her to come it.
“I’m not early?” she said.
“For that?” He pointed at the section of his living room wall she had indicated a couple days before. It was still basically blank except for a pair of what looked like ordinary shelf brackets without a shelf on them. “You are going to make a very fetching wall hanging.” He picked her up at the waist and put her up against the wall with the brackets under her armpits and when he let go, her body stiffened up against the wall.
“Oh, my,” she said. Only her head was still mobile. “This is cool. Now what?”
“Now what what? You just hang there. Wasn’t that the idea?”
“Well, yes, but I thought…”
“Well, keep those thoughts to yourself. You’re just a decoration at the moment.”
She giggled. “Okay. Go watch TV or something.”
He did. For several hours he watched a show she didn’t care for, all the while ignoring her. When it was late, he turned the television off and was about to turn out the light when she said, “Do I at least get a good night kiss?”
“I don’t usually kiss the décor. I’m afraid I’m going to just leave you hanging.”
“You… oh, god, that was awful.”
“Yes, it was your PUNishment for stopping by on Wednesday.”
“Ugh.”
“And here’s your reward.” He touched one of the brackets holding her up and said, “Lock.”
She could no longer move her head or speak. Without another word, he turned out the lights and disappeared into the bedroom.
Saturday, he spent the morning on his computer working. He went out during the day and returned. He watched a baseball game on the television. He did nothing to acknowledge her presence. She was nothing more than an object hanging on his wall.
As he slept, she considered this was the first time she’d gone over 24 hours without masturbating or playing with her cock dildo since she first removed her cock. Mid-morning on Sunday, the doorbell rang. She hadn’t seen Charles yet that morning. He left his bedroom dressed casually for the day.
He opened the door and let Nancy and Oliver in.
“I can’t believe it,” Oliver said.
Nancy was already snapping pics of the beautiful wall hanging. “She does brighten the room.”
“I know,” Charles said. “It’ll be a shame to take her down Monday morning.”
“You’re going to leave her dressed like that until Monday?” Oliver said.
“This was her idea. I’m pleased to honor her desires.”
Nancy was standing right next to her. She squeezed one of Dana’s boobs. “She still feels like a person.”
“Yes, the magic locks her in place and suspends the need to eat and related functions. But otherwise, she unchanged.”
“How long could she stay up there?”
“Months, according to the instructions. I don’t know if I could handle that.”
“If she didn’t like her job, I could see her asking you to do it,” Nancy said.
“I’ve thought that myself.”
“I wonder how she feels about that.”
Charles touched the bracket and said, “Unlock. How do you feel about that?”
“Hi, Nancy, Oliver,” she said. “No, I don’t think I could do this for months. I mean, unless you were to take me down each night and make passionate love to me before hanging me back up here in the morning.”
“We’ll have to discuss that at a later time.”
“It’s been nice knowing you, Dana,” Oliver said.
“I’m sure we would bore of the arrangement,” he said.
“After a month?”
“I was thinking after two or three months.”
“Certainly no more than six,” she said.
“Optimists,” Nancy said.
They laughed.
“We do have to get going, Nan,” Oliver said.
“Yes. We only stopped by to check out what you’ve done with the apartment.”
“Take care,” Charles said, escorting them to the door.
“I’d say don’t do what I wouldn’t do but you’re already well beyond my comfort zone,” Nancy said. “Hang in there.”
They left.
“Oh, god,” Dana said. “Will everyone make that joke?”
“Low hanging fruit,” Charles said. He locked her up before she could moan about that pun.
Dana was mildly miffed she still hadn’t gotten a kiss. Not that Charles could tell she was miffed. He spent most of the afternoon working. Dana wondered how much work he was making up from their weekend spent together the week before. Perhaps not occupying his time for the entire weekend by being stuck on the wall was beneficial to Charles.
After dark, he disappeared into his bedroom for over an hour before reappearing. He was wearing a dressy suit and tie. Without looking at her, he left the apartment.
Where was he going? She wondered. Each passing moment she wondered what he was doing. Had he gone to dinner? Was he meeting someone?
He returned a half hour later. “Sorry, sorry, sorry.” He immediately came over to her and took her off the wall. When her feet touched the ground she could move for the first time in two days.
She flung her arms around his shoulders and kissed him deeply.
“I only meant to step out for about five minutes to make you stew about what I was up to. But, I ran into Walter, from apartment 609 and he talked my ear off about sports and stuff. Sorry.”
“I wasn’t worried.”
“You are a terrible liar.”
“I know. You look spiffy.”
“We are going out to eat at a fancy restaurant. I own a very expensive wall hanging and this is how I’m still paying for it.”
He escorted her to the apartment door.
“I hope the installment plan lasts a long time.”
“Oh, god, no. I’m in finance. Long term debt is always bad.”
“Ruin the mood, why don’t you?”
“You can be returned to the wall.”
“Next weekend.”
“It’s a date.”
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David Fenger
Oooh! The wall hanging prop is a fun toy... Very much like where this is going, and how well Dana is taking to it. Was she always that way, or is the magic helping her along?
