You need a makeover first

You've never felt like this before. Your whole body twitches and shakes on the floor as you clench your ass cheeks in a **** attempt to get some kind of sensation. Amy stands over you, watching your pathetic display.

"Aw, this almost feel mean now." She says. Her smile makes you think that's not even a genuine statement.

"It is!" You say in a pained groan. "This is ****."

"Fun **** though." She says as she holds out her hand.

"Yeah, for you." You say as you begrudgingly take her hand. Even with her help, you struggle to stand, your legs shaking underneath you.

"Fine." Amy says, bending over and picking the butt plug off of the floor. "We can put this guy back in you, but you have to let me do one more thing to you."

"Fine!" You say, the words jumping out of your mouth. You know you should ask what she has planned first, but at this point you don't care. The promise of no longer feeling like this is worth anything.

"Wow! Those pills really do work." Amy says as she suctions the plug back onto the toilet seat. "I'd use them myself, but I don't need to be any hornier than I already always am." You don't pay her much attention as you quickly move back to the toilet. Without a second thought, you sit back down. The feeling is wonderful as it slides into you, but is still not enough.

"Press the button." You say desperately.

"Hold on, hold on." Amy says as she begins to rummage through her bag. "I told you I have one more thing." She pulls out what seems to be makeup, and brings it to you. "And this one wont hurt, so you don't need your reward until the end."

The thought of waiting any longer is torment enough. You begin shifting and squirming on the plug.

"Now, now, don't worry, I'll be quick." Amy says as she crouches down in front of you. She holds up a makeup pallet, and a brush and begins coating the bristles.

You don't even want to ask why she's putting makeup on. You see no point in resisting as that would only prolong things. You wait as still and as patiently as you can as she begins wiping the brush across your face. You feel your heart beat heavily as you clench around the plug, wishing it could go deeper. Amy puts the brush down only to pick up a smaller one, brining it towards your eyes. You instinctively close them, and keep them closed even after you no longer feel her applying pressure. You're fully focused on the item currently in your ass, focused on the feeling of it inside of you, focused on the mind numbing aching caused by it not being enough. You begin losing all track of time until Amy steps back.

"There!" She says as she grabs a small mirror. "Now you're really sexy."

You finally open your eyes and are instantly caught off guard as you see what should be your reflection in the mirror, but instead you see a woman, she's not the most stunning woman you've ever seen, but you can't say she's bad looking. You put your hand on your head, as you notice her long red hair. You don't even know when she put that on.

"What do you think?" Amy says smiling at you. You take another puzzled glance at the mirror before looking back at her.

"For the love of God, PRESS THE DAMN BUTTON!" You shout. It's the only thought you can express at them moment. The only thing you care about.

"Well, that's not a very lady like way to ask." Amy says with a devious smile. "But you have been good, so..."

You watch in pure joy as her finger clicks the button. You feel your entire body jolt as the plug begins to vibrate. Wave after wave begins to hit you.

"Ooooh!" You moan loudly, holding nothing back. You notice Amy hasn't moved the mirror from in front of you. You see the woman in it, her face scrunched, her ruby red lips quivering as she continues to pant from the intense pleasure.

No feeling has ever been this intense, your cock cage shakes violently as you know you're only moments away from exploding. Your only hope now is that it doesn't stop.