The Plug

And not just any type of buttplug.

The vibrating kind, with a remote control.

Yeah, I had planned on using this baby for a while. It was a fairly pricey one as well.

I couldn’t even think of a more fitting ass for it.

Gloria was facing in the opposite direction from me, but Gretchen saw me holding the toy.

She almost let out a gasp. This kinda stuff… it was still new to her.

Gloria saw Gretchen’s reaction, and had to turn around to look for herself.

“Wait, wha- what is that thing?” The naïve girl asked in slight terror.

“You see, Gloria…” I approached the desk. “I want to fuck your ass at some point. But considering your virgin butt…” I gave it a slight slap. She yelped cutely. “It might be too much for it right now. We need to prepare it.”

“Wait, wait, you mean…” I brought the plug right up to her face. “You want that thing… to go in… there?”

I just nodded.

Gloria turned her eyes back to Gretchen, who seemed to be getting redder by the second. Gretchen, on the other hand, was pointedly turning her head away from us.

“But- She- This- She shouldn’t be here!” Gloria shouted, not knowing what else to do in her growing confusion.

“Why not? She has a function to do. You see… I forgot to bring any lubricant. Very important for a task like this. Gretchie, look this way, dear.”

Gretchen dared to turn her head back to us.

Gloria didn’t seem mad at her anymore. Just confused.

“Open your mouth. Wide.”

Gretchen did as ordered. No questions asked.

I slid the brand new buttplug to her waiting jaw.

Gloria was just watching this in silent amazement.

The plug was plugging up her mouth now. I leaned in closer to her.

“Suck on it. Make it wet with your saliva.”

She hesitated only for a second. Her tongue began tenderly caressing the plug all over. I helped her by spinning the thing in her mouth, little by little. She was making sure each inch of the plastic toy was covered in her spit.

She was actually trying to do her best to please me. To do a good job.

Her eyes told me that she still wasn’t comfortable with this whole scene, but the need to obey my orders overrode that thousand to one.

She produced so much saliva that a significant portion was already escaping from the side of her mouth, dropping onto her sweater.

“Wait- is she- are you two- also…” Gloria stuttered, her logical mind on fire after seeing the very prim and proper editor of Mirage doing something so absolutely perverted.

“I have many slaves. Don’t think that you’re special.”

I could feel that phrase hit both women. Gretchen less hard, but still notable. It was more visible on Gloria’s face.

“Wait, what? Slaves? Your slaves? No, wait, I didn’t-“

I slapped her young ass once more. This time she didn’t just yelp, but moaned a little too.

“Yes you did, cutie pie,” I said as my fingers played around with her pussyfolds. “You’re my little **** now. Just like this older cowtits in front of you.” I saw a flash of anger in Gretchen’s eyes, but it quickly disappeared.

Gloria tried her best not to be completely enthralled by my fingers, but it lasted only a few seconds. Her body was betraying her.

She was extremely turned on. I could feel her moisture.

I slowly pulled the plug from Gretchen’s dutiful mouth.

It was wet enough.

“Good work, Gretchie. Would you like one of these as well?”

She didn’t expect the question. “I, uh, I, well-“

“Calm your pussy. I just brought the one. But maybe one day, if you’re nice.”

“Yes, ma-“ A small hesitation. She glanced at Gloria, who was still biting her lip over the fact how forcibly my fingers rested over her womanhood.

“Yes, master,” Gretchen finished. Good. No need for secrets between slaves anymore.

“So, um…” Gloria spoke up. “This ****-master stuff is pretty… hot, okay, but if you guys already have a thing going on, I- I don’t think-“

I brought my hand from her pussy over to her mouth, snapping it shut it with my iron grip.

“That’s right. You don’t… think.”

She had to breathe in through her nose now. Sniffing my hand over her mouth, sniffing what her exited young pussy smelt like.

But she didn’t fight the hand. Her protests felt like empty words.

She wanted to be here.

She was enjoying this, whether she wanted to admit it or not.

I brought the saliva-ridden buttplug in front of her eyes.

“You need to be trained. Your asshole needs to be trained. And I want you to wear this. It’s an honor for one of my slaves to wear this. Do you understand?”

She nodded… slightly.

“Wearing this… is a privilege. It’s proof that I care for you. Do you understand?”

Once again, she nodded. Very slightly.

“I won’t put in you, unless you ask me to do it. Do you understand?”

She nodded.

I removed my hand from her mouth.

She was free to say whatever she wanted.

“J-jack, um…” her eyes drifted over to Gretchen once again. I brought her face back to me. I didn’t want her sidetracked.

She looked up at me like a lost kitten. “…Will it hurt?” she continued.

“Wouldn’t know.”

She didn’t get the answer she was hoping for. There was a long moment of silence after that. She was actually mulling it over.

“It can…” Gretchen suddenly spoke up. “It can be… a… pleasant sensation… to… have something, you know, up there… If it’s with the right person…” she muttered, then going quiet again.

Interesting. I had definitely not given her a permission to speak. But… She was helping me? And saw the need to interject… a woman’s opinion here?

I had never asked Gretchen’s opinion about buttsex. Then again, I really didn’t need to. She went fucking nuts every time I stuck my cock up there.

I gave her a pleasant smile, which just made her blush more.

Gloria seemed to be moved enough by Gretchen’s words.

“Yeah… okay, but… fine.” (GLORIA: +3SP) (+62SP)

I could juice this for more points.

“No no. You have to beg for it.”

“What?”

“Convince me. Otherwise Gretchen gets to have this.”

Gretchie looked conflicted whether that was a good thing or not for her.

“Okay… let her have it then, we can do other stuff!” Gloria changed her mind on the fly.

“Nah. I wanna do this now. Too bad. Gretchen, let’s go back to my place and…”

“No, wait!” She grabbed my pantleg in panic.

Oh boy. Gloria wasn’t hiding her desperation.

“I can… I can beg, I think! Give me a chance!”

She was begging to beg me? And to think, she came in here to yell at me, just five minutes ago.

“Go ahead then.”

“Umm… Please, pretty please… Oh please great master… Please plug my asshole with that thing… I wanna feel it inside me, and think about you… all day… Put it up th-there! It’s… It’s what my tiny asshole was meant for! Please!” (GLORIA: +3SP) (+65SP)

…

Damn. She could really play the role if she actually wanted to.

Good enough, I think. This plug had been waiting to fill its purpose for long enough now.

I leaned on Gloria, pushing her whole body against the desk. Didn’t want her wriggling out from this now.

Her ass was perfectly up in the air.

I lined the big, intimidating plug against her tiny little starfish.

“Yaih! It’s cold!” she screeched. It really wasn’t, though. Just all the saliva had time to cool off. We talked for too long.

Little by little, her hole began opening up, as the toy made its way further and further down her anus. I was enjoying this, so I didn’t want to make it too fast. Watching for the smallest changes in Gloria’s expressions was fun. Near the end she was just huffing and puffing.

Gretchen… Gretchen had moved completely out of Gloria’s eyeline, and behind me.

She was on the floor. Kneeling and masturbating. No doubt about. Hand in her panties.

The cuck trait was the real deal. She had gotten unbearably turned on watching me do something like this to another woman.

Let her play with herself then. It made for an amusing side-attraction.

The plug was nearly all the way in. Just the final inch, and…

One big push.

FLUMP!

“AAA! Aaaaaah….” Gloria moaned.

It was locked in tight. Her ass had a cute litte blue diamond button in it now.

All in all, a good fit.

“Is it… in?” she asked quietly.

I could’ve just answered her normally, but I wanted to try something first.

BZZZZZT!!

“Wh-A! WhAHA! No! WAHahaha!! Oh God!”

Yeah, the remote was working nicely as well. I pressed the button only for 2 seconds, and she was already losing her grip on the desk.

And it was still on the lowest setting.

Fuck yeah. I could have some real fun with this.

But this day was crucial. I had a big bunch of important stuff to do before the night meeting. I’d let Gloria wear this for a day or two- oh yeah, she had to poop at some point. Damn. Could she get it back up there herself? Or…

“You’ll wear this for the next three days. It will train your ass to accept my massive dick. If you need to use the bathroom… You can take it out. And to put it back in… You will call Gretchen to help you. Understood?”

Gretchen stopped her endless masturbation at that point. I’m assuming these news were a bit of a turn-off.

“Three- Three days?”

“Yes. 72 hours. If you remove it for any other reason…”

“You’ll spank me?” She finished my sentence. She… sounded excited about that option.

“No. In that case I will NOT spank you for two months.”

“Oh…” And now she sounded depressed. This woman…

“Put your clothes back on.”

“But… does that mean…. Weren’t you going to spank me? Just now?”

…She still wanted to be spanked? After all that?

“I mean I was a really bad girl, I shouted at you and stuff… please, master? Punish me?”

She wiggled her naked, plugged behind in front of me.

She really, really wanted to… get spanked.

Sigh. Why not. She had earned them.