Homeward bound at last

Our private conversation is cut short by some guys slowly but surely headed our way. I look down shyly, and for the first time, Original notices. And understands. These creeps are following us around, just for extra peeks at the cute cosplayer.

"You know what, we should head back." He says firmly.

I don't know whether to be happy or not. While I don't like the creeps, I'm also acutely aware that while we remain in public, I get brief episodes of being Sakura, the normal human. When we return home, I'll be Buttslut the sex doll until the next time I'm around people, which could be a long time.

I guess this was always going to happen soon or later.

The fastest way home from Picadilly Circus is via the London Underground. Once again I need to use Original's card to pay for my transport. It makes me feel powerless, and, well, owned. Without him I have no money, and no identity, which means no agency.

"I've always wanted to ride the underground." I say when we board the train, deciding I need to do some work to remove any future suspicion that I'm him.

"You were created like hree hours ago." He mumbles in my ear, amused.

"And since three hours ago, I have wanted to ride the underground." I whisper back, cheekily.

He grins. I made him smile. My heart flutters. My heart... flutters? That's not right. I'm not into him. That would just be weird. I'm not aroused when I look in the mirror. This is just my excitement at maybe getting to stay alive.

In other news, my ass is now progressing from moderate discomfort to significant discomfort. I find myself worming in my seat. The bastard sees this, and just smiles even wider. He raises his eyebrows suggestively. What a cock. I really don't like this side of myself, at least not when I'm on the receiving end.

When we reach our stop, I am so **** to get home and get this plug out that I almost forget that I'm not supposed to know where I am or where we're going. At the last moment I manage to stop myself from getting up, and patiently wait for Original's guidance like a good doll.

"This is us." He says, matter-of-factly.

"Ah, okay, lead the way." I say, trying to layer some commands into my obedience, to make it feel like we are on equal footing. He doesn't seem to notice, or if he does, he doesn't seem to care.

From here it's only a ten minute walk to get home.

Ten minutes passes by really, really slowly when you have an uncomfortable object jammed up your backside.

By the time we're through the front door, I'm really, really ****.

"Please." I begin. "Please allow Buttslut to take the plug out. It's really starting to hurt."

I remember to speak in the third person. This is no time for fuck-ups. I need this.

"Show me." He responds.

As much as it feels super weird to expose myself in front of him, I barely even hesitate. I need this thing out, and I need it out now. I turn around, flip up my skirt, bend over, and spread my cheeks.

"I'm going to give you a choice." He says.

Fuck, he loves fantasising about subs begin given choices. This isn't going to be good.

"You can take it out after you make me cum, or you can take it out straight away, but then I'm going to use your ass to make me cum."