Karai plays a kinky little game with April.

Karai was slouching in her throne and scrolling through her smartphone as Leo was sparring with a rookie, complimenting or makings notes about his form. Her chin rested on her fist, when suddenly she got an idea. An awful idea. A wonderful, awful idea.

She found the app, opened it and pressed the button.

April was probably going to be annoyed with her, but her "annoyed" face was always adorable.

Plus she had no room to argue, since she agreed to it in advance.

"Let's see, blah blah 'keep until brown' blah blah 'don't add sauce till'-- AHH!"

April's knees buckled and she fell on her butt. Her concentration broken, the various utensils fell with her, various spoons and spatulas clattering on the tile floor. The bottle of soy sauce landed in the bowl it was pouring into, ruining the sauce she was trying to make, and the mirin landed on the counter, pouring onto the floor.

"Fuck! Dammit Karai!"

Under her denim shorts, past her underwear, inside of April, was an egg. It was an alarming hue of pink, made of a water-resistant silicone and a battery life that could last up to three hours, much longer than April could last.

Karai and April have sex just like any married couple. And like any married couple, they like to spice things up, and Karai could be a real freak in the sheets, something April was more than receptive too. This included various instances of exhibitionism. You weren't a ninja-couple if you weren't doing it out in public with the threat of getting caught.

In this instance, April agreed to keeping their vibrating egg in her today and allowing Karai the remote. It was this odd control-kink that came to Karai naturally, but April would get her **** at a later date when they swapped roles. As for today, April had it inside of her all day, and after an awkward ten minutes of walking around with it, she soon stopped noticing it and went about her day.

April's legs were shaking as she stood back up, bending over a clear part of the counter, one of her hands rubbing over the denim that protected her paper-thin modesty. She could already feel her underwear growing wet, though one of the rules of the game was that she couldn't touch herself until Karai came home, so she was stuck trying keep dinner from burning until her wife returned to turn the damn thing off.