One of my regular tasks is to wear my lovely little butt plug every day. It started off as half an hour a day but now I am meant to wear it for as long as I can. Depending on circumstances this can be anything from the required half an hour to 4 or even 5 hours but and here is the thing, for some reason I just keep forgetting to do it. I don’t know why, I just can’t seem to get it into my routine. I wear it one day and then I suddenly realise that 2 or even 3 days have gone by and it’s still sitting in its pretty little velvet box.
This does not happen through any reluctance on my part. I love the feel of it nestled tightly in my arse. I love making it wet and slipping it into me and then admiring the pretty jewelled end in the mirror. I know it makes me pussy tight and wet, and when I am wearing it, it reminds me of him and what I am to him, His slut, His possession, to own and use as he sees fit, but even so I keep forgetting.
It’s such a pretty toy don’t you think. It’s made from stainless steel and it fairly heavy but it has been designed well and unlike the glass one it fits just right. Big enough for me to know it’s there but the stem it just the right size, allowing my arse ring to grip it perfectly and hold it in place and of course this is all finished off perfectly with the pretty pink jewel. It always feels cool to the touch and if you put it into the fridge then it will go from cool to cold and once the lube is on it, the hard coldness will slip into me making me gasp and squirm and even though its soooo cold the rest of me seems to instantly heat up.
I am always wet when I have been wearing the plug, but its size and shape seems to make the opening of pussy just that little bit tighter than normal and so it is not until I remove it, that the wetness starts to ooze. I love that feeling, the warm stickiness coating my pussy, leaking out across my clit and lips. I can’t resist running my fingers through it, tasting and licking them clean. I know I am ready for him, if he so chooses.
So why do I keep forgetting? Could it be the secret knowledge that by forgetting I am heading towards a punishment? I remember the punishment for the forgotten emails all too clearly; the memory makes me shiver, am I really wanting that again? Or could it be that wearing it reminds me of Him? Which I know is its purpose, but in fact, for me it just serves to make the longing for his touch almost unbearable. It becomes a constant reminder of what my body needs but what it is, for now, denied. Maybe it’s both or maybe it could just be that I have so far, just failed to make this part of my daily routine; real life causing me to let the days slip by without completing my task, before finally remembering or even worse, being reminded. Whichever it is, I need to get this sorted out, or I suspect the ‘missing emails’ punishment will pale into insignificance in comparison to what may result from this ongoing error.
Ps…As I finish writing this and posting it to my blog you will be delighted to hear that I am wearing the plug. I am a good girl, I am……
Pps….Do you have any idea how difficult it is to take picture of your own arse that do not look like you have joined the circus as some kind of contortionists act?
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