| I'd been pretty unhappy with my marriage, unlike my wife; I was expected to stay within a fairly circumscribed set of behaviors. | I'd been pretty unhappy with my marriage, unlike my wife; I seemed to be getting the rules shoved in my face and I lacked the ego needed to press back. |
| I heard about a new reality TV show being planned that would help people like me, meant to "shake up" people that got signed into it. There was no way to view any samples but I used the website to sign up my wife for "the treatment".
I had to fill out a bunch of questionnaires and was given a bunch of seemingly innocuous questions to ask her. This last took time to work through their list and put into the answer form. |
| Given that we did have legal power of attorney for each other, I was able to sign her release. What this release did was protect the Studio from lawsuit. This did not protect me from my wife suing *me*, of course. Since I was going to have to deal with being taped for the show I had a release to sign as well.
Hey, if it worked, it'd work. I was hoping to see her face when the call came. I was also hoping that she'd value me better. I scheduled my vacation for the same week my spouse would face the cameras of "_The Wakeup Call_" as per the studio's request. That Friday night we went out to a restaurant the studio was working with. I still don't remember leaving the restaurant. Looking back, they must have drugged us. You can imagine my surprise when I awakened the following morning, stark naked, lying on a beach, with some strange woman's right ankle chained to my left one. We each had a note on an elastic band attached to our wrists; mine explained that this was *my* _Wakeup Call_. It went on to tell me that we were being taped and that we'd have to make the best of things for the next week. I wondered, now, if this was anything like how my wife was awakening, knowing that I wouldn't know for over a week. It looked like my intent to gloat had been dealt a heavy blow. I smiled at this woman as she looked up at me after we finished reading our notes. She smiled back, her smile making a beautiful contrast in her dark-skinned face. Looking at her beautiful face with her smile I could feel my heart melt, ahead of the rest of me. One part of me reversed that trend, of course, becoming more solid as the rest of me seemed to turn liquid. I had no idea of where this week would lead. "Hi, I'm Joel. I ...", waving at the chain, then our sunny surroundings, "... wasn't expecting this. You OK?" Her eyes settled on my member as she answered with one of the most heart-stopping voices I'd ever heard in my life: "My name is Jasmine. This note tells me that my mom signed me up for this, whatever it is. It's funny ... but I'm all right." I did manage to avoid laughing given that she'd addressed my member, her eyes never leaving my erection. As she continued to stare at it, she waved at it, saying "Is that normal? Is it supposed to be that big?" I looked down at my member. It wasn't any bigger looking to me than I remembered. Being that it was only about five and a half inches long it didn't seem like she should find it as intimidating as her face seemed to imply. All right, granted, she was a tiny little thing. I shrugged as part of my answer, not that she could see it given the focus of her attention, adding "It isn't really all that big, Jaz. In fact, based on my reading, it's bit shorter than average." At my use of the shortened form of her name, her eyes snapped up to look at my face, then into my eyes, a look of curiosity crossing her face. "Jaz?" "Sorry, Jasmine. It wasn't exactly smart of me to shorten your name like that." She smiled. "You know, I think I could like that." It was funny, in a way. Her voice purred and strengthened the steel in my lap. She pointed back to it "Is that really normal? Is it supposed to pulse like that?" At this point it seemed she was far too naive. "How old are you, Jasmine?" "I'm twenty-eight. Why do you ask?" I sighed. "Haven't you seen one of these before?" She shook her head. "Not like this. I remember seeing my little brother and my nephew, when they were real young." This seemed impossible. I had to ask. "By any chance, are you a lesbian?" She nodded. Oh. Shit. I had to sigh again, this time moving my whole chest and then groaning. "I wish your folks knew that just because you haven't had sex as a heterosexual that you can't change a lesbian just through a _good fuck_. And that's assuming I was really any good at it." I sighed again. "I can't believe this, I'm chained to a lesbian. I don't know who this practical joke is really on, you or me." Her eyes again snapped up to my face and seemed to get a lot bigger as she said "Oh!" This was going to be a _weird_ week. |
The Studio made me aware that there were some serious shrinks on the staff to work through the various issues. I did meet with them occasionally and the free association and Rorschach tests they ran on me seemed misplaced. Being told that this was needed to understand the effects my wife had on me seemed reasonable...
Given that we did have legal power of attorney for each other, I was able to sign her release. What this really did was protect the Studio from lawsuit. This did not protect me from my wife suing *me*, of course. Since I was going to have to deal with being taped for the show I had a release to sign as well. Hey, if it worked, it'd work. I was hoping to see her face when the call came. I was also hoping that she'd be shocked into valuing my own contributions. OK, OK, I also wanted her to find me sexually desirable too. Yeah, yeah, yeah... I'm male, get over it. As indicated by the studio, I scheduled our vacation for the same week my spouse would face the cameras of "_The Wakeup Call_" as per the studio's request. That Friday night we went out to a restaurant the studio was working with. I still don't remember leaving the restaurant. Looking back, they must have drugged us. And, for me, it seemed, that's when all hell broke loose. |