Only just

Before you even leave the apartment, you feel the anal plug rock back and forth, massaging your prostate. This is going to be the hardest walk of your life, in more ways than one. By the time you're at the front door, you're fully erect, and fearful you may burst. The risk only fuels your lust, which in turn fuels your fear. You had heard of prostate-induced orgasms, and now you might just have your first one in front of anyone.

As you walk down the street, you do your best to walk straight. Every passerby becomes a potential judge. Surely one of them can put two and two together. Hell, someone ought to figure out something is right. When someone nears, you wonder if they will dare ask if anything is wrong with you. The feeling makes you sick to your stomach. You swear that at any moment you'll be ducking into an alleyway to puke your guts up. Sure, you've done things with Adela you would never have asked of anyone else, but that was behind closed doors. Out here, you're completely exposed. Every odd tick you develop seems to strip part of you away and it isn't long before you feel completely naked, which is as exhilarating as it is nerveracking.

At your apartment, your trembling hand fumbles with the key, before you finally making it inside. You take a sigh of relieving before Adela looks at you with that o-so devious grin.

"Fruit Loops."

Adela shoots you a surprised look. "You okay Oscar?"

"Yeah. That was just really intense." You confess.

In response, Adela moves to hug you. "It's okay. That was a lot I asked of you."

"Heh... I did have fun though, my Queen. Just a big first for me, you know?"

"That's fair. You've been a very brave Pet for me. How about I help you relax?"

"I'd like that, my Queen."