She had, in fact, arrived just in time to see the red line pass James’ rear lips and onwards inside of him. She heard that moan. She saw and viscerally sensed the transformation in progress even before she could fully register what was happening. She could sense and see that her James was in ecstasy. She was furious that he had started this without her and had sought to hide it from her. Would she truly forgive him let alone understand? That was far from certain in the moment. Her Goddess-like rage was palpable as she contemplated what to do with her errant husband.
“So, you’re cheating and you’re doing this without me!” She was shaking and fuming with rage. Diana was buxom, beautiful, and voluptuous like the Indian Goddess Parvati. But also like the Ancient Indian divine figure, in moments of rage she could and would transform into something akin to the fearsome Goddess Kali. That was bad enough, but unfortunately for James his Diana was even more potent again.
In Diana’s case she retained Parvati’s shape and all its potent sexuality and sensuous power, took on Kali’s inner rage and fury meaning she exuded strength and fire, and that was then laid over with the transformative powers of Diana as the Greco-Roman Goddess of fertility. Diana had turned Acteon into a deer for daring to mistakenly see her naked in a forest, all whilst surrounded by her nymphs. It was the last mistake Acteon would ever make. Acteon as a transformed deer was mercilessly hunted and killed. James’ three-in-one Goddess had the potency of all these divine figures combined.
What would James’ own Diana do having caught and exposed him in every way? It was the opposite of the old mythical tale where it was the feminine divine figure who was subject to the unexpected gaze of another. James was a good and decent man. But he had no divine powers. In this state he could have hardly felt more vulnerable. Ovid himself was creative in his re-telling of all kinds of metamorphoses, including his own rendition of the Diana story, but this was another level of variation entirely. As a lover of literature, and as someone who appreciated the power of these ancient tropes, James could feel how much trouble he might be in. He just couldn’t work out what would happen. As much made things even more terrifying.
“This is what you’ve transformed into after all these years?” she boomed, brimming with righteous and simmering rage. “Someone who can’t even tell me the truth about something so fundamental despite the fact that I’d always been open to it so long as you kept no secrets? I’m disgusted with you. You’re going to stay right where you are, impaled on Dick and all, whilst I get myself ready. You will then take care of me fully and completely as one part of your punishment. I’ll figure things out from there. Whatever I deign to decide you must do you will do. You will do anything I wish and submit to anything I wish. Understood?”
“Y-y-yes,” was all that James could manage to stutter out.
Diana was wearing her own classy dark black skirt with rich red and gold embroidered floral patterns on it. It was pleated and in style was similar to the green one James wore. In point of fact Diana’s skirt was a gift from James. She loved that skirt and how sassy and sexy it made her feel. It made her feel divine. She hadn’t known until that moment that James had loved its patterns and form so much that he’d obtained panties that matched for his own pleasure. Moreover she hadn’t known that he wore divine and lacy women’s panties at all. For James, he loved the way this transgression made him feel close to and held by Diana, in a context where the intimate side of their lives had long been on the decline and he longed for it back.
He’d spotted those panties in the window of their local rainbow-friendly inner city lingerie store. It was sweet torture for him to have to pass it each day year after year, desiring all the changing colours, cuts, styles, and expressive variations he saw, but also not feeling himself ready to fully own what he wanted. James wanted to do this and he had grown enormously strong over time, but this required another level of strength again. Seeing his current panty and bra set on a mannequin one day, alluring him and drawing him in given the resonances they had with favoured clothes of his own Goddess, broke down the last fibre of James’ long dissolving resistance. He could barely look at the fitting specialists as he walked in and blurted out a request for help. He did it before he could think about what he was doing. They were understanding, welcoming, kind, and they took care to fit him perfectly.
James was grateful but also felt incredibly strong having taken this step. He wanted to change what men could be and what it looked like to be a good and strong man. But that had to start with transforming himself. Though it might not be obvious to some, this expression of openness and self-honesty was the epitome of the kind of strength he sought. In her moment of discovery Diana said nothing, but she recognised the colour and pattern resonances with her own wardrobe immediately. He looked strong to her too, and certainly strong enough for the plans that were brewing in her mind. She admired her husband in many and multiple ways. But right at that moment her overwhelming thought was avowedly carnal. She thought of how inviting James’ arse and cock looked caressed by the luxuriant and vibrant fabric. She wanted to touch and feel what she could see. But thinking that only heightened her fury.
How dare James go ahead with all this and hide the pleasure from her. She steamed as she walked over to the bed. She slipped her own lace panties off. She grabbed her rabbit dildo out of the bedside table, which she had previously labelled as her own Richard. In this context it became Richard II. Diana then flipped up her own skirt as she positioned her pelvis and saturated sex underneath her wayward and shaking partner’s face. She ignored James’ own Richard with aloof disdain, despite the fact James was still impaled balls deep and Diana’s face was right underneath both James’ engorged cock and the phallus of Richard I. She handed Richard II to James.
“You’re going to turn on my Richard and shove him in and out of my pussy so hard that I will have a shaking, convulsive, powerful, Goddess-like finish. I want the lips on your mouth to kiss and suck my clit like you’ve never done before. You’re going to make me explode. If not this is going to get even worse for you,” she said. “Now that you’ve well and truly started on your own Dick without me – and I don’t want to hear a word out of you, you other Richard – whilst I’m underneath sucking you off I want the pleasure of watching this cock absolutely destroy your rear. You are to put on a show even whilst you take care of me.
I want to see that red line go in and out of you and I want you to lean into it and love it. I expect you to squeeze down on your Richard as if you were passionately kissing him furiously and constantly. Indeed, I want to see you squeeze so much of that lipstick off and onto your rear opening, that each time he comes inside it looks like two pairs of lipstick covered lips meeting again and again. I want the pleasure of seeing that time and again with ever increasing fury. I want to hear the rhythmic repeating sound of pelvis on checks and the counterpoint of these balls crashing into your arse.