A butt plug

I do as she says and behind me I hear her walk away and come back. Then it sounds like something is being squirted out of a bottle. Then I jump a little.

“Did you just stick your finger up my ass?!” I ask.

“Yes,” She says matter of factly.

“Why?!” I ask.

“To lube you up of course,” she says.

“For what?” I ask, afraid.

“For your butt plug,” she says, “No self-respecting slut or bimbo would go to a party with their pussy empty, so I’m filling yours up.”

Before I can protest more I feel her press the tip of a buttplug to my anus and she slowly pushes it in. It feels cold and slimy, probably from the lube. Once it’s fully in she stops, seemingly satisfied. It feels strange to feel so full back there.

“And don’t you dare take it out,” she says, ‘“It’s part of your costume and I expect you to wear it all night just like any other piece.”

She goes over to a nightstand and grabs the remote to our TV. “You can sit back down now,” she says. She turns the TV on and flips through channels until she arrives at a **** housewives show. “Perfect,” she says, “You just sit here and watch this while waiting for the adhesive to finish drying and I’ll go start putting on my costume in the guest room.”

She leaves the room and with my hands stuck holding the breast form I can’t change the channel so I’m stuck watching the show.

An hour goes by before she comes back into the room. She never told me when the adhesive would be done drying so I’ve continued to hold it.