A pain in the ass

Dressed in my new outfit I leave the bathroom and the library. The librarian looking at me: „This Outfit suites you way better.“. I just pass him and stroll around campus towards my bike. The eyes of the students looking at my breasts and my pierced nipples showing through the thin white croptop. I’m ashamed and my face turned a crimson red, but what can I do. I’m being humiliated by my blackmailers. With every step I take I can feel the plug in my butthole shift and the bottom ball on the barbell piercing my clithood moving on it. Both movements are still painful, but even more humiliating is the fact, that the movement and the pain turns me on somehow. Reaching my bicycle I can already feel a slight dampness between my legs.

My bicycle is a sporty model; „tracking bike“; with its saddle higher than the handlebars. And a basket at the front. The saddle is really narrow, but long and this will explain my next problem. I swing my leg over the center bar and my butt onto the saddle with speed and enthusiasm to get away from all the eyes at campus and forget about the plug in my butt. The narrow saddle is prying my butt cheeks apart a little bit and presses the plug even deeper in my tight hole. „Owww, oh god.“, I cry out with the painful feeling and stay seated for a few seconds that felt like an eternity. Cycling to university the saddle was stimulating my clit through it‘s new adornment and I could feel a slightly burning pain from the fresh hole there. Now I’m gonna have a pain there and in my butt. „Why Are they doing all this to me? Why me?“, I ask myself before I finally start to move, again flashing my bare legs and thong to closely looking strangers on the streets.