Jane craned her neck backwards, trying to get a good look at her phone screen as she took a picture of her decorated derriere.
She had been instructed to keep the plug in all day. Wearing nothing else underneath her animated scrubs save for the transparent glass plug with a pretty painted rose on the end. It was quite pretty actually. She had been more than happy to oblige Chris when she had found the note on her pillow beside her that morning. Along with wearing the plug, the note had also said to send evidence that she had obeyed.
Hence the bending at awkward angles trying to capture a snapshot of the proof.
The picture wouldn’t just be of her tight rosebud stretched around the plug, however. It would also showcase her glistening pussy. She couldn’t help it. She was dripping with arousal. And since she wasn’t permitted to wear panties this morning…the evidence was trickling onto her pants. It was humiliating.
She loved it.
She loved getting assigned tasks. For a few reasons:
- She derived no greater pleasure than pleasing her Sir.
- Jane was prideful. Very, very, very prideful. She loved proving to Chris just how well she could complete his assignments. She would often go above and beyond, reaping her reward when he expressed how proud he was.
- To hear the two words that drove her. “Good girl.”
The latter is exactly what she got after picking a picture and hitting send. Intense shivers shot down each and every one of her vertebrae. The pulses of thrill that sparked through her body were unmatched. Those two words were magic. Her kryptonite. It was dangerous to what extent she would go just to hear them. It was that much of a necessity. They bound her with their weight. With their meaning.
He knew it. He never took advantage. He took care of that tidbit, tucked it away in his heart and protected it — shielded it. Ever the leader. Ruler. High priest.
Jane’s patience was wearing thing. The day was busy, and she was very much looking forward to meeting Chris at home. She harboured a secret hope that he was wanting the plug to stretch her for a reason…
Oh, how she loved it when he took her ass. He was so…knowing. He knew exactly when to start pounding. When to speed up — reading her body language like a book, its pages worn from being flipped through so often.
The orgasms were nothing like Jane had ever experienced in her life. It overwhelmed her senses just how good he felt inside her. It drove her up the wall crazy and he knew it.
The thought itself was enough to make her lose focus. Was enough to make her mind wander to terrible and wonderful things. Things that she hoped would happen to her later that night…
And they would.
Later that night she would find herself hogtied on the bed. Her ass in the air. Presented prettily for Chris to take. But for now…she could only wonder. Daydream. The possibilities endless. Making it impossible to think of anything else.
“Babe. I’m so fucking horny…” Jane quickly sent a text. Wanting Chris to know exactly how he was making her feel. How she was torturing her so efficiently and effectively.
It didn’t take long to get a response.
“Just you wait my love…I do have plans for you and that perfect ass tonight. But for now just show me once again what’s underneath those stained pants you’re wearing hmm?”
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