I work from home. I write, work social media, and I edit novels, so when my Masters tell me to wear only a T-shirt for the day or sunbathe naked on the deck or put a butt plug or Ben Wa balls in, I am ready at all times.
Last week, Master Tyrone put in the butt plug before he left my house. He was headed home, getting back to work after the long weekend playtime.
It was nice to have him insert it especially since he tweaked my nipples and pinched my clit. I was panting with the need to come within seconds. I begged for just one more before he left.
He laughed, and said, “Behave. Walk me to the door.”
At the time, I wasn’t wearing any clothes. It was an added thrill, and I knew we’d stand in my open doorway with him playing with my body for several minutes before he left. He tapped the plug constantly as he touched me intimately, and kissing me goodbye.
Of course he left me with my pussy dripping wet. I spent the day writing, this next series has the theme of S&M. A few twists where it’s the female who begs for the pain while some of their partners are not into it. I’ll publish two books with five stories each in them.
I’m on the third story, which deals with feathers and crops. Personally, I love the difference between soft torture and painful. I’m kept off guard, my body gets used to pain or light caresses and then, wham! Master changes up on me.
As he drove away, that’s how I felt. My Masters are always on my mind, but they use the butt plug so I will think of my Masters all day, and a reminder I’m owned. I love that.
That evening I had plans to watch my granddaughter play volleyball. I’d forgotten, so I messaged him an hour before I left the house if he would allow me to take it out.
Yes, your thinking is correct.
“No.” He didn’t say anything else.
I felt and heard his tone of voice in my mind and body. I inhaled and resigned myself to enduring the discomfort to come.
I was not looking forward to sitting on a bleacher with a fat glass plug inside me. I cringed thinking that it would fall out while I walked from the parking lot to the gym. I don’t sit still in the best of situations. I knew I was in for sheer torture.
My body reacted to Master Tyrone’s directive just as he’d planned. My clit throbbed and wetness seeped from my slit at being utterly controlled. Of knowing I wore what belonged to him in public, though no one else would know. Of the pain and pleasure I would experience. And of giving him my submission.
Circumstances kept me from going to the game. I was happy and sad. I dodged that problem this time.
It isn’t the first time I’ve worn a butt plug in public places for my Masters. I can’t wait to have them make me do it again.
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