She wore a butt plug

Day 2 of Blogging A-Z 2020 and today’s word is Butt Plug. I’ve written many times about wearing a plug, though only ticked it as a category 8 times. Maybe because it’s often linked with anal sex. Anyway, it’s been too long since I wrote any fiction, something I regret. So here goes.

She knew no one could see it

But that didn’t make it any easier to manage. The possibility for humiliation if anyone discovered was huge. Master had introduced this rule last week. Each morning after showering and other toilet needs she bent over while he inserted the butt plug of his choice. This was to be worn at least until lunchtime and preferably until she returned home in the evening. A rule introduced because she had become so slack at wearing it without inspection. It wasn’t that she wanted to break rules, its just that life got in the way. This ritual was to ensure that she stopped forgetting. And remembered that she was His slave. To put her firmly in her place.

Her job as personal assistant to a company director involved moving around the office a lot. She was responsible for ensuring the smooth running of the office, organising and setting up meetings and chasing after contractors. Dashing about, bending over to check something, stretching to reach something else. All part of daily life and made all the more challenging when wearing a business suit, no panties and a butt plug.

Worse though was the effect the plug had on her cunt. All day she could feel her clit throbbing. And all day she longed for relief. To feel Master’s cock inside her. Or, to have him tell her to make herself come. But this was the office and she had a responsible job.

Today’s plug was a medium sized Njoy.

The bulb had stretched her anal sphincter somewhat as it was inserted and taken a moment or two to slide into place. Now, as she sat at her desk, lowering herself carefully onto her chair, she could feel the metal ring between her buttocks. Back straight she concentrated on her posture reaching for the phone as it rang. Midday, she knew who this would be. You see, there is more to this story.

“Come in to my office slut” The voice at the other end instructed.

“Yes Sir” She replied meekly. Then standing carefully she walked quickly across the office taking care not to arouse any suspicion. But then, this was all part of daily life, and no one noticed. David was great to work for. Firm but fair, generous and understanding. But he was also Master’s best friend. The person checking she was complying with the rules. Knocking on his office door she quickly entered and flicked the sign from enter to engaged before awaiting further instructions.

“Good girl” He said, looking up.

Categories beginning with B

I wrote about butt plugs last year, but I make no excuse for doing so again. Not surprisingly the category beginning with B with the most posts is BDSM. However that is a ‘super parent’ as it were with many other subcategories underneath. There’s also blogging, body image and breast cancer which feature quite frequently (for obvious reasons). Also blow job, bondage and beaver. Yes, I once categorised a post beaver. He is a little furry friend all the way from Oregon.

Butt plug

One of the first purchases I made when I started to explore BDSM was a butt plug. This was at the behest of S who in April 2012 I had just started a relationship with. On 29th April of that year I was preparing to visit him and wrote this:

Last night we discussed what i will wear when i visit him later this coming week. For obvious reasons it will not be practical to drive dressed as a maid at 7 in the morning. i guess in the evening you could easily be on the way to a fancy dress party but in the morning, well no. i have a very nice black and white skirt, recently purchased from M&S, which is knee length but which easily rides up when you are sitting. i will be wearing this with a new low cut white top. Underneath will be no underwear except for stockings and suspenders. The stockings will be fish net. i will be driving with my skirt around my waist and i will be wearing a butt plug. i will stop at a service area and use a dildo to make myself cum while talking to Sir on the phone. These are his instructions and I will comply with them.

My excitement at taking instructions and doing something so risqué was obvious. The relationship was just under a month old and I was embracing it with the enthusiasm of a teenager. On heat.

Anal sex was a large part of what we did together. It was a new experience and something I discovered I enjoyed. It felt forbidden and dangerous, but it was also a huge turn on.

Wearing a butt plug now

The first time my now Master and I played he inserted a plug into me as part of the events. A week or two later and he also had possessed me. Soon after he bought me a small n-joy butt plug, followed soon after by a much larger one. I wore them frequently when we lived apart.

Once the bulb of the plug has passed through the anal sphincter there is no pain. But it is something that you know is there, inside you. As you move around, so the pressure changes slightly. I find that I am almost constantly aroused. The presence of the plug inside me is something I can focus on if I want or need to. When stressed or upset for example. During the early days of our relationship, especially during difficult times with Master’s other slave, I used a butt plug to help focus me. Sometimes at Master’s request, but other times it was my decision. Its presence also helps achieve great organisms through clitical stimulation.

In recent times I have worn my butt plugs less frequently. As life became busy and I focused on other things. Perhaps because we were out so much at weekends. But now we are trying to refocus on anal sex and my wearing of the plug. The requirement is for me to wear it on Tuesdays and Thursdays. To be honest, I think I would be happy to try more days, since I am finding it a pleasant addition to my usual routine. It really is helping me to focus on the feelings it gives me. To think about my submission when I do other things. This morning we had anal sex for the first time in ages and I think this might become a more common occurrence.

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.

Friday – Highs

This weekend has been a bit about highs and lows. But in this post, this girl thinks she should just concentrate on the highs. Maybe tomorrow, or later in the week, she will feel the need to discuss the lows. But right now, what good would that do?

This girl has had a long, three day, weekend. The whole, 4 day working week thing is just what thing girl needed. Even if, as happened this week, she doesn’t get as much sleep as she would like, this girl is still able to catch up pretty quickly. Plus there is the advantage of having more time to do the chores around the house. Even better, is the fact that on her day off, a girl can have lunch with a friend and spend the afternoon and evening with her Master. 
This girl loves the fact that she has met such wonderful people since discovering her submission. People like my lovely girlfriend, who i lunched with on Friday. Never before has this girl had someone who she can tell everything to. Plus in return receive some amazing and pretty unbiased advice. It is also lovely to see this girl’s friend growing as she is, exploring new things, building friendships and actually having fun on the way. That of course what life is about, surely.
Then off to meet Master. To visit a London gallery that both excited and depressed us both in one go. This girl loves how Master has the knowledge about art, history and art history. But, it is clear that at times we are equal in our knowledge that some London galleries and museums are bizarre in the way they think ordinary people want to view the artwork available. Of course, this girl is naive in her knowledge, but has, over the past couple of years spent a lot of time wandering round these places and instinctively knows when things are right or wrong. Master is not naive, so it is good to know this girl’s instincts are generally on the right track.
After dinner, we headed back to Master’s place. It is important to note, that since the whole ‘no luggage in Lisbon’ thing, this girl can now just travel ‘avec tooth brush and hair brush’ and stay over (though face cream is going to be added for the future). Also, glasses are also carried (contact lens solution now resides at Master’s house).
Back at His house, He gave this girl a new and to be frank, expected, toy. A new Mr Steel Butt plug. What is more, this is a serious plug, two sizes larger than the original!  (one that this girl wears as she writes this post). It was a warm evening, so without any instruction this girl stripped off (obviously that was the only reason).
The world cup is still in action, so Master used the opportunity to watch the football and also play with His girl. This involved demanding several orgasms with, from what this girl can remember, minimal effort on His part – a touch here, a pinch there, a slap here, a suck there. Then he took that very large plug and pushed it into this girl’s cunt. At the time, this girl considered, that if it felt like it did in her cunt, what would it feel like inside her rectum; now she knows.
The football was of course interesting, but to be frank, an early start, a full cunt and multiple orgasms, relaxed this girl to the extent that she had a snooze during the second half. But once this girl and Master retired to bed, she was much more alert for the wonderful time they both had. This girl drifted to sleep again, one hell of a happy girl. On such a high.
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