toys

After Debbie frees your ankles you waddle awkwardly over to the bed. You turn around and sit down.

“Uhhh..” As your weight comes on to your ass you’re reminded again that your labia and clitoris are sore from the attentions of the crotchrope.

You swing your legs up and lie as flat as you can, given that your elbows are tied together behind you.

“What are you going to do?”

Debbie looks amused. “You nearly came again then, didn’t you? Never mind, you’ll feel better if your legs are apart, and that’s what we’ll do next.”

She undoes your knees, and your immediate reaction is to spread your legs, which reduces the pressure on your crotch.

Debbie is clearly expecting this, and she loops a rope around your left knee and pulls it toward the left-hand end of your bed’s headboard. When she ties it off your knee is held out to your side and level with your waist.

She repeats the process with your right knee, and you realise what an obscene position you’re in. The lifting and separation of your legs has put your entire crotch on display.

“Debbie – don’t. I don’t like being like this. What are you going to do? Please…”

“We’re going to get some use out of your toys. No point in buying these things if you’re not going to use them!”

She’s rearranging the rope belt, which is still around your waist. She tightens it, and centres the free end over your belly.

Then she picks up the butt plug and the lube.

“Debbie – no!! I told you I don’t like that. Put that down. Put it down…”

She doesn’t answer. She squeezed a large blob of gel onto the plug and uses her fingers to spread it around. Then she approaches the bed.

“Now, this is going in. I don’t know if it’ll hurt, but I bet it’ll be easier if you relax.”

You struggle against your bonds. You can twist your body a little from side to side, but you can’t use your arms or do anything to reduce the exposure of your crotch.

This has gone way beyond what you're comfortable with.

"Debbie - stop! This isn't funny anymore. Stop it and let me go. Stop it..."

"Shhh! If you're going to yell then we'll have to use the gag."

The threat induces you to be quiet, even though you're almost sure that she plans to gag you eventually anyway.

You try desperately to relax as you feel the greased tip of the plug touch your anus. The pressure increases and you feel yourself beginning to dilate around it.

"Ohhh.. Ohhh..."

It's sliding inside you. You breathe in a series of short pants, your eyes screwed shut.

"There - that wasn't so bad, was it?"

It must be all the way in. You've always wondered what it would be like to have something in your ass. Now you know. The physical feeling isn't unpleasant. You're aware of the intruder inside you, and every so often your sphincter spasms gently, trying to expel it.

But you feel humiliated that your friend has done this to you. And you have a feeling that there might be worse to come.