Blogging A-Z Challenge: B

B is for Butt Plug

I feel compelled to write about this humble device since I have been remiss in its use. Over the past months year or so, I have probably worn either of my two plugs a handful of times. This is in contrast to the agreement we have which states I will wear a plug for two nights a week.

I own two metal njoy plugs. I love the cool, smooth feel of the metal. The arousal that often floods over me as it is gently pushed past my anal sphincter and into place.  I love the feel of heaviness, particularly the larger one. The fact that I am aware of it as I move around or turn over in bed. Then there is the knowledge that this plus will keep my arse ready for Master when he decides to make use of me.

If I love the feel of my plug, why don’t I wear it? The answer is probably one of general laziness. Of being unorganised during the evening so that it is no longer part of my routine. The result though is that I seem to have lost something of my body’s readiness to accept him. Recent attempts at anal sex have been unsuccessful. Part of this seems about being able to find the right position, and something about Master’s erection. But in the main, it has to do with my lack of preparation.

I have realised that if we are to enjoy this element of our sex life going forward, I need to reintroduce the butt plug to my routine. I need spend some time, after clearing up from dinner to preparation for the night. After all, it isn’t that there isn’t time during an evening where I am alone in the house.

B is for Butt Plugs and I need to rediscover mine.

The plug

Master has bought this girl two NJOY butt plugs – smallish and largish. Of all of the rules that appear in this girl’s contract, wearing the plug as required might be the thing she complies with the least. This is not because she wishes to be disrespectful or disobedient, but because if the context within which this rule was introduced and the sheer speed with which this girl’s life progresses.

When the contract was agreed, this girl was part of a three way polyamourous relationship in which she was a minor player. The primary slave was experiencing problems in her ability to trust Master in His relationship with this girl and in coping with their own long distance relationship. At times this girl struggled with the ending of her own marriage, the imminent death of her father and then being part of a polyamourous relationship.

Fast forward a year or so and the situation is different.

This girl’s marriage is over, all but the divorce. This girl’s dad has passed away and while there are ongoing problems in supporting her mum and the wider family that aspect of life is, in the main, less stressful. The other woman is no long part of Master’s life.

So, that thing – the butt plug – which used to help this girl cope with so many difficult situations – is not required for that reason.

Of course it is useful in keeping this girl’s body ready for Master’s needs. But somehow, that has also become less of an issue.

Last night though, this girl had something of a melt down. Work and mum stress got on top of her. She struggled to work out how she could fit Master’s needs into that scenario and acted out.

Yes, there was brattiness. Yes she wined and moaned.

Master’s response, other than talking her round over Skype was to suggest Instruct her to insert one of her plugs.

This girl has to report that the impact was pretty much instantaneous. The stressy feelings began to recede and she began to see things more clearly.

A side effect however was, that at 3am when this girl got up to go to the toilet, she needed to provide Master with an orgasm – He wasn’t there, but the rule is, that so long as she tells Him afterwards she is allowed to cum in such a situation.

Damn it, He is right. That plug is beyond useful and needs to be worn much more.

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