Plugging the gait

The next morning proved rough for both Molly and Paul. Molly could not quite find a comfortable spot and tossed & turned all night. While Paul, was having fitful dreams that seemed to keep waking him up in a panic for reasons he couldn’t remember.

Regardless, they were both groaning as the alarms went off. Wordless they both rolled out of bed. He tossed on clothes and shuffled to the kitchen; she went through the basics and tossed on a comfy but professional dress and lower heels.

Tossing together some bagels and cream cheese, he turned to see her coming in, “not a good night either, huh?”

“No, I feel like crap. Not matter how I laid, I just couldn’t find a comfortable position,” she replied, “I think I only got sleep from pure exhaustion, but that was only a few hours ago.”

“Oh, hun, I’m sorry. Should you just call in?”

“Nah, there is too much to do, and if I don’t go in now, I’ll just be assigned the shit work no one else wants to do on the project,” giggling a bit, “at least if I look like I feel like crap, they won’t want to toss things on me to make me feel worse.”

Chuckling, “well, at least there’s something. Just don’t push it today, okay? Come home if it's too much.”

“mmmm I’ll be fine, Sir. I’ll see you this evening.”

After she left, yesterday’s discussion with Bill played through his mind and he was sure he could get the walk right, so he went ahead and got fully geared up in his training outfit, stretched a bit, and spent time on the treadmill trying to focus on his hip, but he realized with just a little bit of lost focus, he was having to readjust his hips to be right again.

A little frustrated with himself, he stepped off the treadmill and heard an array of pings indicating messages from clients. They sounded incessant so didn’t even mess with the sneakers and sat at his desk to address the issue.

Luckily it was a panic response of an issue. While there was a problem, it was easily avoided, but did require an update before it would be fully fixed. Paul had to calm the situation, and then focused on the patch to assuage any concerns of the client.

Stopping just for a moment when he got notice of a delivery, Paul stepped away from work to ge the delivery. As he stood up from his desk, Paul was reminded of the shoes he was wearing but wasn’t nearly as bad as he was worried. In fact, even after an intension session of typing, his shoulders and back were not nearly as tight as usual. Maybe there was something to the vest after all.

Checking the peep hole to ensure there was no one out there, he quickly opened the door, bent over, grabbed the box, and headed back to finish his work Pushing out his last update and regression testing happened just in time for his training session.

Grabbing the gadget, Paul got into position.

“Hey, Paul, ready for a new day of progress.”

“Yes, Trainer Bill!” <BUZZ>

“Great! Let’s start with the stretches.”

Paul proceeded through the positions and ensured he was fully pulling his muscles before Bill directed him to walking session.

Paul was about to step on the treadmill when he stopped.

“Something wrong, Paulie?”

Paul remembered the delivery, but couldn’t even bring himself to really admit what they had talked about, so he couldn’t even face Bill when he said, “the new tool got here, Trainer Bill.”

“Oh, Great! Did you have problems with it?”

“i didn’t open it,” Paul barely uttered. <zap>

“What was that?”

“I didn’t open the box yet, Trainer Bill.”

“That’s nothing big. Why don’t you go get it and I can verify the difference for you.”

Sighing, Paul resigned himself, “yes, Trainer Bill,” and turned to get the box just off camera. Opening it, he pulled out the ‘device’. Mentally, he knew it wasn’t that big, but emotionally it seemed the size of a baseball bat.

“Perfect! That should be just what you need,” Bill could just see the plug and it was just as small as he expected. The vertical flared base should easily fit between his cheeks and just enter far enough as a gentle reminder. “Go install it and then we can try it out.”

‘We’? Paul thought. Pretty sure just himself, “Yes, Trainer Bill.” Paul moved just off camera opened the package, pulled down the back of his shorts, tried to find the hole, and began pushing.

Bill heard the package open and Paul’s very heavy breathing, “you okay, Paulie? Figured you do it in the bathroom; sounds like you’re having issues.”

Panting heavily, Paul responded, “just trying to get it in, Trainer Bill, but it hurts.”

“What kind of lube are you using?”

Bill was pretty sure what the extended silence.

“You’re using a lubricant, right Paul?”

…..

“Paul?”

“no, Trainer Bill, I didn’t think of that.”

“Oh. Do you have some there?”

“I’ll go get some, Trainer Bill.”

“Since its your first time, use plenty of it. It will help, but I promise it won’t be that bad.”

“yes, Trainer Bill,” responded as he headed out to get something to make this work.

Bill was surprised to see two bare cheeks breeze by the edge of the screen as Paul maneuvered around the box before heading out.

Who orders a plug without lube?? A perv with a barrel of lube in their warehouse that doesn’t realize not everyone has a vat of jelly in their garage. Paul chuckled at himself, and nearly trips over the half full jug of body oil from the weekend on the way to find lube.

Paul thinks back to how much slip and sliding around they did over the weekend, and the foggy memories of their escapades replayed back through his mind. That should work, he thinks to himself.

Kneeling down next to the jug, he pours a fair amount on his hands as some of it spills onto the tile. Trying not to think about what he’s doing but just focus on the end goal he reaches behind and begins rubbing lube up and down his crack and tentatively rubs the hole before quickly pulling away.

Looking at the relatively alien object he’s about to invade his body with. It's not nearly as big as the ones he’s used on partners in the past. They definitely didn’t seem to mind much at the moment. Some really even seemed to enjoy it.

Picking it up, “In for a penny,” he says to himself, “in for a pound of oil,” as he coats as many edges of it as can.

Reaching behind, he tries to line up the line and hole, but can’t seem to get the angle right. Remembering some techniques in the past, he bends forward putting his head on the ground and reaching behind he’s able to find the indentation a bit more with the tip and with a deep breath he pushes forward. Making some progress, but still plenty to do.

Closing his eyes and takes a few deep breaths and tries pushing both ways, the plug suddenly slips in all the way to the base as he gasps loudly in surprise. <BUZZ> Paul’s eyes shoot open with the surprise as he realizes he’s suddenly done.

As his eyes bring the world back into focus, seeing the floor lamp pole in front of him, he’s oddly experiencing déjà vu, but he’s pretty damn sure he’s never been here before.

Slowly pulling his shorts up over his butt, he tentatively stands up with the invader. Grabbing some paper towels, he wipes off the excess oil from his hands and tosses a few on the tile to cover up the oil. Picturing cleaning the floor at the moment is not something he’s open to; “I’ll get to that later.”

Waddling back to the treadmill.

“You good, Paulie?”

“Yes, Trainer Bill. Its just.... different.”

“K, I know it will be hard, but don’t focus on the plug. Just walk how you’ve been training and notice how it feels when you’re hitting the steps right. Swing your hips more if its feeling uncomfortable,” Paul raises an eyebrow at that, “okay more uncomfortable. When you’re doing it right it should feel similar to how it feels when you're standing still.”

“Yes, Trainer Bill.” Paul took a few steps onto the treadmill and focusing on the hip movments, he could already feel what Bill was referring to.

“Alright, just start with a simple slow walk. Hold off on the vocals for now.”

Paul engages the treadmill, “yes, Trainer Bill.”

Bill can already see an improvement. Not perfect by any stretch, but definitely getting closer. <BUZZ> “Good, good. Keep that up.”

“yes, Trainer Bill.” Paul keeps the stride focusing on the hip movements.

After several steps, Bill could see the roll starting to leave and was about to send a zap, but saw a noticeable shift of the hips back into motion. <BUZZZ> “Good job, Paulie.”

“Thank you, Trainer Bill. I see what you mean by more uncomfortable.” <BUZZ>

“Yup, just trust in me, Paulie, and you’ll be wonderful.”

“aye, trust in Trainer Bill,” Paul continued his pace focusing on the hip rolling.

“K, pick up the pace a little and stick to it.”

“yes, Trainer Bill,” Paul advanced the treadmill and kept up the rolling.

He was having to focus more on his leg placement and working with the arches and inflection, so kept feeling things shift behind him, but he’d move back to correct.

He was clearly getting there, but it was at least cluing him in to when things weren’t where they’re supposed to be.

After several repetitions, Bill could see they were approaching diminishing returns as fatigue was probably approaching, but this was definite progress.

“Alright, Paulie, that seems to be good. I think this was a good start.”

“yes, Trainer Bill,” Paul responds stopping the machine and struts off of the treadmill rather exhausted from being so physically & mentally focused. His head felt exceptionally cloudy but he seemed rather happy with himself.

Even in those few casual steps, Bill could see the roll better.

“Lets go ahead and close out.”

“yes, Trainer Bill,” Paul says as he moves to his spot. As he kneels down, he is violently reminded of his new passenger.

Bill can see the surprise in his face and chuckles a bit, “ya, you’ll need to be careful how you move while that’s in.”

He giggled a bit, “thank you, Captain Obvious,” <zap> “er, Trainer Bill.”

“K, you may not realize it, but you’ve actually made progress with your gait, and I’m really pleased with that.”

Hearing how happy he is made Paul feel better and almost beamed with his smile, practically forgetting about the discomfort behind, “thank you, Trainer Bill. I’m glad you approve.”

“Still got plenty to do, but your acceptance and effort is powerful message, Paulie.” <BUZZ>

“yes, Trainer BIll.”

“K, you’ll want to make sure you really clean that well when you take it out. You’ll want to do it in the restroom and make sure you have some disinfectant cleaner with it.”

Paul squirms a bit thinking about what this meant, “yes, Trainer Bill.”

“This may sound funny, but you might want to consider getting some condoms to cover it when you use it. The cleanup is a lot easier and more sanitary over all. Nothing major, just some basic small ones should be fine.”

Still uncomfortable with the conversation, “yes, Trainer Bill.”

“Well, its been a good day. See you tomorrow. Good-bye, Paulie.”

“Bye, Trainer Bill.”

Paul then slowly stood up feeling that it was a little easier if he could keep his back straight, but got a bit of head rush as he was fully erect. He went to head to the bathroom to do the dreaded clean up; however, the paper towels on the floor caught his attention. “I better clean that up before Molly gets home.”

Bending over to grab the towels, he was reminded of his invader, but wasn’t entirely unpleasant. Shifting his hips back and forth as wiped up the extra oil, he was almost starting to feel better about it.

Standing up almost gave him another head rush, but he continued to the bathroom to clean up the new tool.

Removing the tool, he could clearly see what Bill was seeing, “will definitely get you some condoms,” he stated as he used some disinfectant toy spray they had for Molly’s toys and thoroughly got it back to near new.

As Paul carried the new tool to back to the other training gear, he was reminded about the new gait and tried to roll his hips like he was but he could tell it was easy to fall back in the ‘old’ ways.

After putting together a simple chicken dinner, Paul was concerned when Molly came in looking in distress.

“Baby, you okay?” he said moving over to comfort.

“Ya, just feel like crap. I didn’t realize it but we were low on Tylenol and I ran out earlier today.”

“Oh damn, hun. Did they not have any there?? I’ll go get you some now.”

“No, no. Dinner smells good and you deserve to rest some too. I’m just glad to be home.”

“Okay, well, sit down and relax & I’ll bring you a plate and some wine.”

“Oh, that sounds wonderful!” She says plopping in a chair before quickly adjusting herself.

As dinner finished, Paul could tell she was still in pain. Picking up their plates and taking them to the kitchen, “now that I’ve rested, I’m going to go get the tylenol. I’ll be right back.”

She smiled sheepishly to him, “that obvious? You’re too good to me.”

“I love you, hun, I’ll be back in a bit.”

“Could you also get me some Midol?” as she poured herself another glass.

“Sure, babe.”

At the **** store, Paul grabbed the extra strength tylenol, and ventured over to grab the Midol. After finding the special formulation he passed by the intimate display. Seeing the condom display, he was reminded of the clean up earlier, and grabs a package of small ones to prevent doing that again.

On the way to check out, he sees some of Molly’s favorite chocolates and figures those always seem to make her feel better.

Tossing the items on the checkout counter, the lady behind the till makes the comment as she picks up the condoms, “wishful thinking don’t you think?” as she chuckles, but it goes totally over Paul’s head.

Returning home, Paul finds Molly laying down on the couch with an empty bottle of wine.

“Well, at least she got rest.”

Putting the **** & condoms away, he leaves the chocolate on her night stand with a few pills and a glass of water.

Making sure food and dishes are put away, he goes to get his wife back to bed. Taking off her shoes, she stands up with his direction as they shuffle to the bed. Pulling up the loose dress, she falls on the bed naked & exhausted. Just before some light snoring, he hears “oh look; chocolate.”

Covering up, he gets ready for bed and slides in to sleep as well.