Rework Reinstallation

Paul was getting off a triple high from his morning work-out. His wife woke him up with a continuation of last night’s activities after expressing how much she appreciated his aggressiveness; the vocal spray worked better than he expected, knocking down his last major barrier for the party; and he was finding the stretches getting even better & was more flexible than he’s probably ever been, and the cardio was getting even easier. He might even be able to get rid of some of this belly pouch before the party.

“Yup, Paulie boy, you got this down pat!” He congratulated himself as he wiped down the sweat from his smooth skin. <ding> He figured it was probably a client reaching out to check on one of his ongoing projects. Pulling up his e-mail it was a message from the gun locker company:

Hello,

Thank you very much for being a loyal customer and we look forward to fulfilling your purchase! However, this is automated message is to notify you that your scheduled delivery Friday, Oct 8, has been regrettably postponed due to:

Installation equipment damage/unavailable

Our resource scheduling department will be reaching out today to setup a new time to coordinate delivery/installation of your ordered equipment, or visit our scheduling site for self-service:

Online Scheduling

Please accept this courtesy coupon for a 5% discount on your next order as well as a waiver of the installation fee for your equipment.

Thank you again for your patronage,

-Locker Installation Service Team

Paul had totally forgotten that was supposed to happen today, so he was glad to hear it was postponed. He figured he’d get ready for the day and then login to schedule a new time. And went off to hit the shower.

After cleaning himself thorough internally utilizing the salon’s cleanse, he spent a good long time in a hot shower relaxing his muscles after the work out. Patting dry before grabbing the new jug of cherry/berry oil, Paul thoroughly coated his arms and legs enjoying the tingle. Realizing his hands and limbs were still saturated with oil, he rubbed over his body, torso and groin. The comforting and relaxing tingle seemed to spread over his entire body. Stopping himself from working his unit hard he rubbed down his head and face too. His body seemed to tingle, glow, and just float around. He giggled seeing his glistening tan skin, “I am beautiful, wonderful, sexy, and powerful,” winking to himself in the mirror.

Padding through his home naked, he proceeded to put together today’s outfit. One of the sundresses caught his attention as it reminded him of one that Molly chose to wear today for casual Friday. Getting fully dressed, he sets down to try the full makeup experience. Spending over an hour, he gets close to something semi acceptable. “So glad Katie has agreed to do this for me.” Paul was not looking forward to the face painting. Installing the gadget, he proceeds to grab the training aid and sets it in the living room while he retrieves the jug of oil from the bathroom. Smiling to himself as he hears the click of his heels on the hard tile floor.

Bill pulled up his computer to update his finances and saw he still had Paul’s security feed running in the background. Seeing him strut through his home, he was glad to see him already dressed for his workday. He was a little surprised to see him carrying a jug from the bathroom in a sundress. Surely, he wasn’t going to do cleaning chores in one of his workday dresses.

Seeing Paul kneel on the floor and grab the anal plug he was surprised it looked so large next to him. He was worried if he could handle the next two larger sizes. Suddenly he realized he was about to do this again on the open tile floor. That boy was going to destroy his knees if he’s been doing this the whole time. That is a way too painful way to do it.

Just finishing wrapping the training aid in its protective cover and beginning to reach behind him, Paul suddenly felt a <zap> from within his gaff. Paul froze not really sure why that would have happened. Maybe it was just a fluke. Moving the aid closer to his rear again he felt <zap zap> and immediately sat up. Looking up to the security camera in the corner, “Trainer Bill?? Are you there?”

Hearing a call start in his earbuds, Bill jumped “Can you hear me, Paulie?”

“Yes, Trainer Bill. Something wrong?”

“Are you trying to um... install your aid?”

“Um, yes, Trainer Bill?”

“Ok, we kind of went through this before, but that’s gotten pretty big and for you to jump like that is likely to cause problems. Furthermore, doing it on that hard floor is not going to be good for your knees. The spare room is probably going to be better for you. Grab the aid, lubricant, and covers & take them there.”

Rather perplexed by this early intervention, Paul replied “yes, Trainer Bill,” as he grabbed his things and strolled to the spare room.

“Also, you haven’t used the spray today, have you?” Paul replied timidly that he had not. “Good. It is rather obvious. I’d like to see it work. Grab that and show me how it works.”

Almost proud he’ll have something to show his trainer he doesn’t know, Paul giddily responds, “yes, Trainer Bill,” as he scurries over to grab the inhaler. Coming back into the room he looks at the camera in the ceiling. “Can you see me alright, Trainer Bill?”

“Yea. It looks like an asthma inhaler.”

“Right! That’s basically what it is.” Paul replies very chipperly and is rather surprised by a sudden <buzz>, but continues on. “So, it works pretty much the same. You basically hold it up your mouth,” Paul dictates as he pantomimes the actions, “and wrap your lips around the opening,” <BUZZ>. Paul looks at the camera questioning if he really felt that or not but continues on. “press the canister, and then inhale. I have to hold it in for several seconds before letting out. That should work for about 4 to 5 hours.”

“Wow! From just the single spray?” Paul replies smiling almost beaming that he found such a thorough solution. “Seems rather impressive. Why haven’t I heard of it before?”

“Well, it's kind of an off-label solution, Trainer Bill, and if you use it all day every day, it loses effectiveness & will cause damage.” Paul realized how reckless that sounds and jumped in, “but it's totally safe for what I’m using for. Just once a day for the next few weeks to try it out and then finally using it all night. They’ve assured me it's totally fine for that.”

“Huh. Does it take long to take affect?”

“Nope! Nearly immediate!”

“Show me.”

“Yes, Trainer Bill,” Paul says as he takes the tool and starts going through it again with instructional dialogue, “Hold it up to your mouth, wrap your lips around it,” as his painted lips come in contact with it he gets a <BUZZ BUZZ>. Surprised with his fingers already on the canister, he squeezes down and breathes in to capture the ‘medicine’. Locking his lips closed as he puts the inhaler down, he stares up at the camera, but shakes his head at either in his mind or Bill just messing with him.

Finally breathing out, he announces the final instructions in his new voice, “hold it in for several seconds before letting out. That should work for about 4 to 5 hours.”

Paul stood there for several seconds but didn’t hear anything back on the earbuds. Trying to inventory why Bill might be upset with you, Paul realizes he's leaning forward too much. Attempting to subtly fix it, he leans back grasping his arm behind him. “Everything okay, Trainer Bill?” <BUZZ BUZZ>

“Everything's great!” Bill responds, “that spray is just phenomenal. I think it will really help us.”

Hearing the word ‘us’ in reference to this sent a small, warm rush down Paul’s back he barely picked up, but was glad to hear the praise & kind of twisted side to side.

“Now, let's get this aid installed. Get the lube and aid on the bed with you and let's review the process. Gotta make sure you’re not damaging yourself.”

Almost worried, Paul responded, “yes, Trainer Bill,” as he grabbed the bottle and aid. Thinking back to how painful this aid has been and using it so many times. Has he been hurting his ass? He’d heard of anal tearing, bleeding, and horrible ER visits. Had he actually been doing something to himself & not realize it?

As he saw Paul getting into a kneeling position, Bill started “okay, listen to me closely & ensure you repeat this every time: lean over and make sure your entrance is well lubricated first.”

“Yes, Trainer Bill.” Paul responds as he puts a fair amount of oil on his fingers, leans over, and reaches under his dress, moving his gaff out from his cheeks and rubs around & then finally in. Receiving a <buzz> of encouragement.

“Very good. Can’t forget to prepare your body for any treatment. Next lubricate the tool.”

Pouring oil into his palm, he works it up and down the long tool coating the protective covering in oil.

“Make sure its thoroughly coated; that is key.”

“Yes, Trainer Bill,” Paul responds as he gets a little more oil and goes over it again. <buzz>

Seeing what he could from the overhead 4k camera and the glint of the aid, Bill instructed him into proper position, “now, I’ve noticed you were having problems getting position, so turn to face the vanity mirror and then lean over with your shoulders on the bed.”

“Yes, Trainer Bill,” Paul replies nearly automatically as he shuffles on his knees to phase the small dresser with the mirror over it. Almost surprised by his own feminine visage, he leans over to the mattress to avoid the conflicting emotions seeing his made-up face has.

“Keeping your head on the comforter, look over at the mirror and you should be able to see... the target.” Bill caught himself trying to describe what could only be described as a feminine ass in a short dress of his paramour’s husband.

Shifting a little side to side and tossing the wig hair out of his way, Paul can contort himself to just see the flower pattern of the dress covering his ass. “Ok, Trainer Bill, I can just see it.” <buzz>

“Move your knees under your hips more to elevate them so it's easier to see them in the mirror.”

Shifting his knees back a little, Paul sees almost to his lower back now in the reflective surface. “Yes, Trainer Bill.” <buzz>

“Now, move the hem up and over so you have an unobstructed view.”

Paul proceeds to flip the hem up over his hips, and the dress slides over the corset as he sees his cheeks split by the gaff. <buzz>

Bill almost reflexively critiques his girl for wearing a solid thong like that before his mind reminds him what that gaff is holding back. “Now, um, slide the … strap out of the way and grab the... aid with your other hand. Use the mirror to guide it between your cheeks.”

With both of his hands now working behind him, Paul’s full body weight presses his shoulders and cheek into the soft surface as he reaches behind himself while straining to look in the mirror, “yef, traimer Bill” <BUZZ>

“Now, it’s important you line it up before you start applying pressure.” Watching Paul move the large phallus into place, Bill begins to get a scale of just how large the device is. He is really surprised Paul can take this size and worried what the next stages might do to him; which makes this exercise even more vital. As he sees him getting closer to the target, “also, it’s helpful if you can talk about things to help distract you; just say whatever comes to mind as you begin to push in. Again, make sure it's clearly lined up and at the right angle before you start pressure.”

Paul tries to absorb all this in as he feels the tip move between his cheeks and begins hunting for the rose bud. “yef, trainer Bill,” Paul eeks out as he watches the aid begin to sink between the ass cheeks in the mirror. He can see it start to tilt to the side as he finally touches the rear entrance. Feeling it in position, he starts to press in.

Seeing Paul beginning to slide it in, “alright, go slow; be firm but not hurtful; back off if you need; and don’t forget to say what comes to mind.”

Paul feels the familiar pressure as he slowly pushes in trying to keep it on track. <buzz> Not wanting to blurt out something about his ass and how silly this is, he just follows the vocal training loop running in the back of his earbuds. “I eh wonerful,” he says pressed by the comforter. <buzz>

“Good; good. Take your time, Paulie. Try turning your head a bit further to clear up your speech.”

Twisting his neck a bit, he watches a little more sink between the cheeks in the mirror as he continues more clearly in his faux voice, “I am powerful”.

<BUZZ> “Good; keep the steady pace.”

As he feels his canal relenting to the incursion, “I should enjoy pleasure <exhale> from my own body.” <BUZZ> Pulling back just a bit to line up, he continues, “I should enjoy giving pleasure to my partner.” <BUZZ> Encouraged to move forward he watches as more of the aid sinks between the toned cheeks in the mirror. “I am a good girl.” <BUZZ> Hearing the semi-alien voice say this while looking the smooth tanned ass being further penetrated seems to pull at the disassociation in his head. “good girls enjoy pleasing themselves.” <BUZZZ> His mind starts to wrap the voice, words, and vision of a bare ass being penetrated into an almost out of body experience for him; as if he’s watching Molly or some non-descript girl in a pornhub vid. “good girls love to cum.” <BUZZZZ> His head plays mental gymnastics with itself as the pressure from the invasion seems to separate from the ‘vid’ playing through his site as he continues to press forward. “I want to be a good slut.” <BUZZ>

As the ‘vid’ continues on and pressure builds in himself, a tingle begins to spread over his body with an almost numbing warmth to it helps push his brain towards something like a VR derealization. Pressing forward, the vid gets more intense with “I am a good cum slut” <BUZZZ> Paul begins to get lost in watching his own experience as the ‘protagonist’ of the ‘vid’ escalates and continues on nearly automatically, “I am beautiful. I am wonderful.” <BUZZ> Paul hits a tender spot as most of the aid is hidden from view, he backs out again to ensure he’s on the right track while the ‘vid’ continues on. “I am powerful,” the ‘protagonist’ continues as her voice becomes more excited and breathy; Paul feels the aid rub against the tender spot as he presses forward.

“I should enjoy giving pleasure to my partner,” ‘she’ blurts out as Paul feels a <BUZZZ> and the palm makes contact with the cheek I the video as the base of the aid gets near the end. “It's okay to be a slut,” the star of the ‘vid’ continues while Paul feels <BUZZZ> against himself. “good girls enjoy pleasing others,” is heard in a near yell as the aid bottoms out with a <BUZZZZZZ> as ‘her’ hands roam ‘her’ cheeks while Paul feels a euphoric warmth flush over his body enjoying the ‘vid’.

“Much better, Paulie!” Bill says nearly collapsing the realities around Paul.

Paul’s mind tries to piece together what happened, but the fog & warmth seems to keep a separation as he sits up abruptly to hide his ass from view. The dress falls into place as blood rushes from his head with the sudden change in position. He briefly sees his disheveled face before his eyes close under a small wave of nausea. The hand coming to his face to shield his eyes, re-introduces a waft of sweet berries to his nose & he slowly breathes in the calming scent.

“Good job! That seemed like a much safer experience; well done.”

With the comforting encouragement and the relaxing, familiar aroma, a calming serenity seems to fall over Paul, “thank you, Trainer Bill.” An internal suppression seems to be tossing the ‘vid’ behind the fog of past memories as if it were just another non-descript clip he saw on the Internet.

“In the future, you should make sure you do similar activities when... installing the.... aid to minimize the chances of damage. For now, though, you may want to go repair things. It looks like you may have messed your earlier work.”

Perplexed, Paul looks at the overhead camera not sure what Bill is referring to.

“Check the mirror, Paulie.”

Turning his attention to the reflective glass, Paul is a little shocked to see the smeared side of his face and mused wig hair. “Fuck” <zap>

“I know it sucks to ruin that work, but I’m sure you can fix it. Go take care of it, and we’ll meet back up this afternoon. Keep smilin'!”

“Yes, Trainer Bill.” Paul replies with a chuckle as he shakes his head at the cheese comment. Sliding off the bed, he gathers up the few items onto the dresser as he heads towards the office to look for an instructional video on make-up repair. Taking a few steps, he is definitely reminded of the training apparatus, but realizes the gaff is out of alignment. Reaching back under the dress, he slides the strap back between his cheeks as he continues back to his desk to repair the damage from this morning’s exercises.