New toys

York revealed a generic box. Kat held her breath as she looked inside. There was a simple rope leash, several pairs of vibrating panties, and a set of butt plugs varying in size from the width of her thumb to the width of a baseball. Kat had expected the leash. The rest made her stomach drop.

York snickered. “Gotta get you ready for all the fun things I have planned for you.”

Kat made a face. “Oh…you shouldn’t have.”

“Hurry and get changed,” York commanded.

She dreaded her fate as a prop for this jackass’s exhibitionist fantasies. The idea made Kat’s heart race.

“Even the butt plug?” she groaned.

“Even the butt plug,” he repeated.

“….Yes, Master,” Kat pouted.

She took the smallest butt plug and a random pair of vibrating panties to the bathroom with her.

York chuckled. “That’s a good slut.”

Kat entered the bathroom and took off her wet underwear. She shook her head. What part of her was enjoying this? She needed to stay focused on the mission, but her body betrayed her. The abashed redhead reluctantly inserted the plug. Despite being the smallest size, it felt enormous inside her ass. Every step sent an uncomfortable reminder through her body, making it hard to focus on anything else. Next, Kat slid the panties on. The vibrator was pressed hard against her clit. She frowned and fidgeted with her collar in the mirror, trying to summon the strength to push forward. This was going to be a long day.

Kat emerged from the bathroom to see York playing with a purple remote. He pressed a button, and Kat yelped. The vibrator activated, sending relentless stimulation pulsing through her body. She pressed her thighs together and crumpled to the floor with an involuntary whine. Her body was overwhelmed by forced pleasure. Reluctant moans escaped Kat’s lips as she struggled to compose herself. Then, in an instant, they were gone. All that was left were rippling echoes of stimulation.

“Little dramatic,” York said.

Kat glared at him. “I was just startled. I didn’t expect you to start fucking with me immediately.”

“Your mistake. Anyway, hurry up and clean the kitchen, we have plans in town,” he ordered.

“Plans? What plans?”