In the kitchen, making you breakfast

You rush out of the bedroom in a cold sweat, not even bothering to put clothes on. Running out of the hallway, you stop in surprise. Sophia is wearing a bathrobe, frying something on the stove. Her hair is in a messy bun, but it looks like she's just going about her morning routine. She hums to herself as she cracks an egg into a pan and it starts to sizzle.

"Sophia?" you croak. She turns around and smiles. "Good morning, master!" You pause, confused. "I hope you like eggs," Sophia continues. "You need the protein after last night."

Still naked, you step forward. "Sophia? Where is my..." you trail off, not sure how to ask such a question. Your friend smiles mischievously. "I have it with me." That must not have helped your confused look as she giggles. "I wanted to make you breakfast, but I love your cock so much that I couldn't bear to be apart from it. So I used your phone to take it off of you. Want to see?" You nod. She puts down her spatula and leans on the kitchen island with an elbow, reaching behind with her other hand. She bites her lip and moans, her hand jerking back. She brings it in front of her and you see she's holding what looks like a buttplug. Only, it looks like... no way.

Sophia is holding a flesh-colored buttplug. The tip looks reddish pink and has a small slit it in. The base looks wrinkly, but rounded. You realize that Sophia used the implant to turn your cock into a buttplug. Part of you gets aroused at the idea, but without a cock to get hard, it merely adds to your confusion.

"I hope you aren't mad at me, master," Sophia says meekly. "I just need your cock so bad." She holds the plug near her face before slowly guiding it into her mouth, sucking loudly. "Mmmmmm."