She succeeded in doing the deed unseen

No one had seen her. Or if they had, they were doing a good job of pretending they hadn’t. Makoto tried to scan the train car a couple more times as inconspicuously as possible, nerves on edge. No one seemed to be paying her any attention at all. It must have been her imagination. She released a breath she hadn’t realized she had been holding and tried to regain some composure. She didn’t waste any time before lifting her butt just enough to slide her dress beneath herself, covering her butt and providing a slight reprieve from the cold seat. She still felt a shiver go through her on contact. She also couldn’t help but notice the unwelcomed obstruction in her butt or the strange tingling sensation and fullness it brought there.

I can’t believe I just did that, Makoto thought. Heat still emanated from her face as she tried to shake the thoughts away. She hadn’t had a choice in the matter, of course, but that didn’t do much to quell the growing shame she felt inside, especially with the constant reminder this _thing _provided. “Mind over matter,” Makoto whispered to herself. “Just try to put it out of your mind…” She stowed the bag back under her seat, made sure her legs were clamped shut, and waited until the train pulled into her stop.

When she exited onto the station platform, her phone came to life. Makoto paused a moment, taking a deep breath before answering. She didn’t know what was in store next, but she was sure she wouldn’t like it.

“Good job, Miss Makoto,” Mr. Words said. “Maybe it would be more appropriate to call you a ‘bad’ girl now after that little show. After all, how many ‘good’ girls put a butt plug in so enthusiastically during a train ride?” Makoto flushed red, a mix of embarrassment and anger. “Anyways,” he said, clearing his throat, getting back to business. “How are you enjoying your first adult toy, Miss Makoto? Think you might want to ask to keep it after all?”

The line went quiet for a few moments, and Makoto realized that he actually expected an answer. She bristled again, her heart pounding. She wasn’t able to hold her tongue fast enough. “What kind of question is that,” she growled. “Is this a game to you?”

Makoto regretted her words the moment they escaped her mouth. The line went quiet again, and Makoto felt like ice was running through her veins as she anxiously awaited his response.

“A game?” He repeated. “No, this is just business. But that doesn’t mean we can’t make it fun… I was just going to tell you your next task after you answered my question, but I’ve realized that you haven’t had enough time with your toy to form an opinion yet. Don’t worry, we’ll fix that,” he said. “You’re going to play a game to find the location of your next task. Ever hear of hot and cold?”

“I have…” Makoto said, unsure of where he was going with this. Hot and cold was a game where one player came up with something, usually a location or object, and the other player tried to figure out what or where it was just by being told whether they were cold, getting colder, getting warmer or hot. But Makoto knew there had to be something more to this.

“Good. Once you exit the station, you’ll have half an hour to find your destination. You know what happens if you don’t. When you get there, I’ll try asking you again how you’re enjoying your toy and give you your next task. Have fun.”

“Wait,” Makoto said hurriedly. “How am I supposed to know when I’m getting close?”

“Trust me, you’ll know.” The line went dead, leaving Makoto staring incredulously at the phone. What did she just get herself into?

Makoto swallowed, making her way out of the station. She felt the butt plug’s pressure shift slightly with each step. A constant, humiliating reminder of what was going on. She wanted to take smaller steps to minimize it, but she knew she didn’t have the time. She only had thirty minutes to get wherever it was Mr. Words wanted her to be. As she neared the exit, she found herself absentmindedly wondering what he meant with his cryptic answer. If this game wasn’t originally part of his plan, what could he have set up that fast to guide her to her destination? I’ll find out soon enough, Makoto thought, stepping out of the station.

As soon as her front foot touched down, she felt it. It nearly made her fall over. Immediately, her anus clenched tight around the butt plug, and her arms flew back to her butt reflexively, while a startled squeak escaped her lips. The butt plug was slowly vibrating inside of her.