That night, I made good on my promise. You stood before me, naked and trembling as I coated the steel plug with lubricant.
“Bend over the bed,” I commanded, my voice low. “Spread yourself for me.”
Your fingers gripped the sheets as you exposed yourself to me. I worked the plug slowly, stretching you until it settled into place with a soft pop.
“Stand up,” I ordered. “Look at yourself in the mirror.”
Your reflection showed a woman transformed…. cheeks flushed, eyes dark with desire, body humming with anticipation.
“Tonight,” I said, my hands tracing your curves, “you’ll sleep with this inside you. And tomorrow, you’ll wear it all day.”
The next morning began with a test. I had you kneel at the foot of the bed, your mouth already open for me. As I fucked your throat, I turned on the remote so the plug began to twist and pulse in your ass…. I just stared watching you squirm.
“Count,” I demanded, pulling out to slap your cheek with my cock. “Count each thrust.”
“One… two… three…” you managed between strokes, your voice ragged.
After two orgasms unloaded into your throat, I withdrew leaving you gasping. “Time for breakfast now that’s you’ve had a snack.” I growled as you stood to get dressed.
At breakfast with friends, I made you sit directly on the hard wooden chair, forcing the plug deeper. You shifted uncomfortably, trying to find relief.
“Something wrong?” our friend John asked.
“Just a little sore from yesterday’s workout,” you lied, shooting me a glare that promised retribution.
I smiled, sliding my hand under the table to press the remote. The plug began to vibrate, and you choked on your coffee.
“Careful,” I said, patting your back. “Wouldn’t want to waste that.”
After a hearty breakfast, the museum was our next destination. I led you through the exhibits, occasionally pressing the remote to watch you stumble. In the Egyptian wing, I cornered you behind a sarcophagus.
“Lift your dress,” I whispered, my fingers already working your clit. “No one can see.”
Your body responded instantly, hips bucking against my hand. The plug vibrated steadily inside you, pushing you closer to the edge.
“Not yet,” I warned, withdrawing my fingers. “Not until I say.”
We continued through the museum, your desperation growing with each step. In the modern art section, I found what I was looking for… an installation of mirrored walls.
“Perfect,” I said, positioning you in the center. “Now watch yourself.”
I increased the intensity of the plug, my hands roaming your body as you watched your own reflection. You were surrounded by images of yourself; face flushed, mouth parted, body trembling with need.
“Please,” you begged, your voice barely audible. “Please let me cum. I need it so bad….”
I considered it, my fingers teasing your nipples through the thin fabric of your dress. “Not yet,” I decided. “I have something else planned for you.”
The drive home was torture. Every bump in the road pushed the plug deeper, every vibration of the car engine adding to your arousal. By the time we reached our destination, you were dripping with need.
I led you to the bedroom, where I had laid out our toys. The crop, the clamps, the rope, all arranged in a neat row on the bed.
“Choose,” I said, gesturing to the collection. “What should I use on you first?”
Your eyes darted between the items, finally settling on the crop.
“Good choice,” I said, picking it up. “Bend over the bed.”
I started with light taps, watching your skin flush pink with each impact. The plug vibrated steadily inside you, a constant reminder of your submission.
“Harder,” you begged, pushing back against the crop. “Please, harder.”
I obliged, increasing the force until red marks decorated your ass. Your moans filled the room, mixing with the sound of the crop hitting flesh.
“Turn over,” I commanded, once I was satisfied with the marks. “Spread your legs.”
I attached the clamps to your nipples, adjusting the tension until you gasped. The chain between them dangled, inviting me to tug.
“So beautiful,” I murmured, my fingers exploring your slick folds. “So responsive.”
I worked you slowly, building your arousal until you were writhing on the bed. Your hips bucked against my hand, seeking release.
“Please,” you begged, “I need to come.”
“Not yet,” I said, removing my fingers. “I want you to watch.”
I positioned myself between your legs, my cock hard and ready. But instead of entering you, I rubbed against your clit, teasing you with the promise of release.
“Look at me,” I commanded. “Watch me as I take what’s mine.”
Your eyes locked with mine as I finally entered you, the plug creating a delicious fullness. I set a punishing rhythm, my hips slapping against yours with each thrust.
The clamps bounced with each movement, pulling at your nipples. Your hands gripped the sheets, knuckles white with effort.
“Come for me,” I commanded, reaching down to twist the base of the plug. “Now.”
Your orgasm hit you like a wave, your body convulsing around me. I followed immediately, filling you with my release as you screamed my name.
“Good girl,” I said, once we had both caught our breath. “But we’re not done yet.”
I withdrew, leaving you empty and wanting. I picked up the rope, beginning to bind your wrists behind your back.
“Tonight,” I promised, as I worked the knots, “you’ll sleep like this. And tomorrow… tomorrow we’ll see just how much more you can take.”
