Dianne is fucked

Dianne had already tried pleading with the enchantments. She tried asking questions, she tried showing good faith and going along with their playtime…up to a point. She had no idea what she could do to avoid what was coming. Given Denise's reaction, she really didn't expect to be harmed — still, being forcefully taken by her own disused dominatrix get-up in front of her daughter was something she wanted to avoid. Maybe it wasn't particularly important in the face of powerful magical entities that could hold them aloft as their animated belongings were driven to a supernatural orgiastic free-for-all, but Dianne didn't particularly savor the thought of having a discussion about these details with Denise later.

She looked over Denise just long enough to get a sense that she didn't share her mother's uncertainty. The girl's eyes were closed, and the way she was handling the enchanted rubber in her hand and between her lips was nothing if not disconcerting for Dianne. Her legs were up and parted — to what amount of Denise's own effort, Dianne couldn't be sure — but to the extent that something like zero-gravity physics would allow, Denise seemed to be bouncing against the ghostly latex phallus happily plunging into her.

Something soft wrapped around Diane's wrist, and she looked over at one of her silk scarves. It pulled her arms skyward now, the other end slithering toward her other forearm. She didn't try to stop it from getting there. If the strength of both of her arms was useless against a single leather glove, biting this enchanted fabric wasn't going to be an option as a way out. Dianne's own bra and panties were still playing with her, and the damp fabric at her crotch was only the most obvious sign that Dianne's body was enjoying this magical sensuality far more than her conscious mind was willing to follow. Together with the scarf, her underwear rotated her toward the impertinent dominatrix costume. One of the latex gloves pointed at Dianne while the other shamelessly grabbed the jelly shaft situated beneath it, tugging on it and making it jiggle.

Dianne hovered closer. She winced a little as her front-clasp bra squeezed her breasts together, bobbling them back and forth as the latex glove reached out to caress her cheek.

"Listen," Dianne kept her voice low, trying not to let Denise hear. "I know I can't stop you from doing what you're doing, but…" She saw Denise again out of the corner of her eye. Any entreaty about showing mercy and sparing Denise from this situation was pretty pointless. Her daughter wasn't exactly crying out in terror, and for all Dianne knew, she sparked this in the first place. "Do we have to do it with her in the room?"

The latex glove pumping the strap-on let it go, facing its palm behind the outfit and to its right, toward Denise. Dianne thought for a moment that she'd convinced the enchantments to give her some kind of reprieve until Denise was suddenly pulled closer, slightly higher in the air.

As she watched her daughter drift closer, Denise opened her eyes, looking down at the imposing outfit, then catching her mother's gaze. Was that a smile Dianne saw, tempered by the indecent latex lollipop Denise seemed to be happily sucking on?

"Young lady, if there's anything you can do to stop this--ungh!" Dianne gasped, looking down between her legs as her panties pulled themselves aside. The latex glove that was caressing her cheek reached behind her neck, grasping her by the throat. The grip wasn't violent, but it was enough to pull her attention back to the hollow black bustier. The other glove reached behind her, grasping her ass and pulling her closer. "Oh god, oh god, please don--"

Dianne bit her lip, expecting the jelly dong to plunge forcefully into her. Instead, she looked down at her pussy as the rubbery tip played against her clit, barely touching it. The thing was moving on its own--undirected by the living glove. It was articulating like a rubbery living appendage, and Dianne watched it in awe as the gentle teasing produced a sexual heat from her, a sense of anticipation that her verbal pleas still didn't admit to.

"Oh god, that's..." She tried to keep herself from giving it any positive reinforcement, especially in front of her current audience, but it was getting more and more difficult to try to convince anyone of the villainy of this supernatural ****. Even with Denise perched over her, now her attention was focused entirely on the enchanted toy between her legs.

It was a familiar object to her, it was hers, but now she watched it behave -- on its own -- in a way that seemed tailored to her pleasure. There was something daunting about the way it moved, wriggling and perking as if it were attached to a flesh-and-blood body...

Except that it wasn't. It was attached, instead, to nothing but thin air, peeking out from under a liquid-look vinyl-coated skirt and a shiny black corset. It was attached to the ghostly vision of some female form shaped seemingly something like Dianne herself would have been, if she were wearing it.

This whole outfit, this façade, belied an aspect of sexuality that Dianne never really felt suited to. Up to this point, it mostly served as a reminder of the parts of Keith's appetites that she didn't believe she could fulfill, a point of insecurity she was happy to bury with their divorce. When she saw it descend from its hiding spot on its own, Dianne cursed herself for not getting rid of the thing. She felt the heat of embarrassment when she realized her daughter was going to see the extent of her parents' debauchery, especially when she realized it would be solely associated with herself now that they were no longer together.

But with Denise accepting her own supernatural attention and essentially encouraging the inappropriate behavior of their enchanted belongings Denise's thoughts begin to shift. Maybe it was the fact that the will of the magic seemed inevitable. Maybe it was the way they were both being handled so playfully, so deliberately and sensually — however inappropriate to Dianne's rational sensibilities. Maybe Dianne was coming around because, like Denise, she was beginning to consider the possibilities available to her if this insane new paradigm of reality could somehow be harnessed and used.

Maybe the first step of that was giving in to the magic. Maybe Denise was well ahead of her.

The toy was slicked with Dianne's own juices now, still only foreshadowing its impending penetration, gently teasing against her labia. When she heard another moan from Denise, Dianne looked up and watched her levitating daughter savoring her magical predicament, wiggling her hips against the shapely condom penetrating her from behind as she slurped on the other she held in both her hands.

She wasn't sitting in judgment. She wasn't asking why. She was dancing with this unreality, and every indication said that she was loving every second of it.

Dianne gasped as the tip of the jelly shaft finally insinuated its way between her gushing lips. It pushed just hard enough to get her attention, and Dianne reacted by reaching out and taking hold of the outfit, one hand grasping the empty top of the shining black corset, the other wrapping around the smooth latex wrist of one of the opera gloves. The fingers of the gloves she grabbed made a dull rubbery snapping gesture, and Dianne suddenly felt the front clasp of her bra fold in on itself, coming loose.

The moment Diane's heaving breasts were released, both of the latex gloves moved to palm them, massaging them with a fricative, sticky grip. Dianne breathed hard, still self-consciously trying to hold back her moaning as she watched the fingertips of a glove play with her hardening nipple. The toy between her legs retreated slightly for a moment, only to push in harder. Dianne still held one of the latex wrists as her other hand glided over the busty curve of the empty corset.

She began admiring the detail held in the ghostly outfit now, wondering how it's magical animation determined its delicious actions. She couldn't remember the last time her own breasts received such adorning attention, such perfect, playful teasing. This hollow outfit wasn't just groping her for its own gratification — it was fondling her with a meticulous aim for Dianne's own stimulation. Between the haunted latex hands at her chest and the jelly dong teasing at her cunt, the magic was practically daring Dianne to ask for more. It was as if it wanted her to take the initiative, just as she saw Denise doing.

This was all real, and though Dianne had no way of controlling it, Denise had stumbled across it somehow. She didn't particularly want her offspring to witness her surrender to this supernatural ****, but they were both on even ground at the very least. Dianne was sure of the awkward conversations that would come later, but for now...

Oh, god...

For now, Dianne couldn't ignore the rubbery fingertips playing against her breasts, or the toy pushing into her.

"Do it," Dianne pleaded. "You brought me this far, just…fuck me," she sighed, leaning into the corset.

She heard Denise squeal, and she looked over at her daughter slowly rising higher in the room as the shaft pumping into her inflated itself. Denise was playing with her own chest now as both of the magically active condoms worked into her mouth and pussy. Once again, Diane's attention was pulled away by her domme outfit, which thrust its toy deep inside her as the long boots rose to their toes. Dianne moaned with abandon now, gripping the sides of the empty corset top with both hands as she looked down inside the hollow outfit. The rubbery hands of the long latex gloves were plying her breasts and squeezing them together, and Dianne threw her head back and opened her legs knowing that the magical **** was keeping her suspended.

As her eyes rolled back, she watched her other clothing dancing and playing around the room. Everything was out of control, and she wondered if giving these enchantments what they wanted would help to ease this insanity or make the magical figures even bolder. At the moment, she could only think about the slick feel of the toy magically penetrating her, and her own curiosity about a hypothetical situation where her ex-husband might be confronted by the same supernatural sexual aggression.

Maybe there was a way to strike a deal with this strange **** currently sending her and Denise into shameless magical ecstasy. The thought echoed through her even as she came...if Keith really wanted to be dominated by this perverse kinky outfit that was fucking her — maybe she could witness him getting everything he thought he ever wanted.

Dianne moaned as she pulled her body against the outfit, clinging to it as its ghostly hips began easing back on their rhythm. She was too lost in herself to notice, but Denise had come at the same time, and was gently being levitated toward Dianne's bed. The latex gloves wrapped around Dianne's back, and they seemed to show her a genuine kind of affection as they held her back, gently rocking her body now.

"This...it's impossible. It's so — fucking impossible," Dianne whispered, curling around the empty outfit tighter and slowly opening her eyes. "Whatever you are..." Dianne panted, taking a deep breath, "I certainly hope I get a thorough explanation," She looked over at Denise. "From something in this room."