Troy's Testing Texts & A Lewd Lunch Break

Troy chuckled as he watched Mia's tight asshole enclose around the base of the hard metal toy. She had a little fight in her, but he had expected that. She'd agreed to play along, but then questioned every one of his requests. His plan was to teach Mia to follow his commands, to obey without question. The plug would be a reminder for her of what happened if she didn't.

Troy checked his watch. He had half an hour until Mia's lecture started, and then another twenty minutes before the next stage of his plan. He opened up some porn on his PC to pass the time. As he was watching, Troy would idly push or twist the base of Mia's plug, trying to remind Mia it was there without tipping his hand that he was manipulating it. He would also upend the fleshlight, lightly dripping lube down onto her pussy to keep it nice and wet. Troy hoped Mia wouldn't realise this was him either.

Finally, Mia got twenty minutes into her lecture, and Troy was ready for his next step. He needed to start ramping up his commands. He grabbed his toys, then sent her the first text. *changed my mind on the outfit*, followed by *take off your panties*.

As expected, Mia didn't initially comply. She texted back *im in class*.

*better do it before anyone notices then* Troy responded, before grabbing the vibrator again. He wasn't going to keep repeating his instructions and giving her warnings. Mia needed to learn, the hard way.

The vibrator in Troy's hand buzzed gently as he teasingly rubbed it against the fleshlight. It was only on a light vibration setting, but it was clear what he was threatening. He could see Mia's already reddened pussy lips react to the stimulation. He didn't bother to hide his impatience this time, and increased the pressure, knowing that soon Mia would be **** to comply.

He didn't have to wait long. Soon he received texts from Mia, *ok ok, giv me a sec*, and then, maybe a minute later, *done*.

Troy brought the vibrator up, and began to slowly trace circles around Mia's clit. With one hand, he responded *good girl. send proof*

Mia quickly sent through a shot of her panties on the seat next to her. Troy thought they looked a little damp.

Troy was glad Mia was responding quickly, but she was purposely keeping things mild. It was time to escalate again. Without removing the vibrator, he shot back a quick text.

*you know the proof i mean*

With that, Troy turned up the vibration setting, and pressed the vibrator hard against Mia's clit. With his other hand, he started pumping two fingers in and out of her, sometimes accidentally knocking the base of the butt plug with his hand as he did. He imagined Mia squirming in her seat, and was sure she wouldn't take long to respond.

Sure enough, a few moments later, Troy received an upskirt picture of Mia's bare pussy from her phone. Neatly trimmed, puffy and aroused, with her clit swollen at the top, and some grool dripping down onto the seat below. Only days ago, this would have been a treasured photo, the holy grail, but now, it was barely a blip. Despite Mia's message, Troy kept up his **** up on her pussy with his hands and vibrator. He wanted to see what she would do, how far he could push her.

*sent it already* Mia sent, but Troy kept going, rubbing the fleshlight faster and harder with the vibrator, as her pussy lips quivered with need. Two more texts fired off on his phone, and Troy saw they were more shots of Mia's juicy pussy, from different angles. Troy smiled, and watched Mia's fleshlight closely for the telltale twitch she did just before she was about to cum. The instant he saw it, he stopped, hoping to leave her frustrated and on the edge in the middle of her lecture.

*good girl* he responded again. *no more panties today*

With a sense of satisfaction, Troy left Mia's pussy sitting there, wet and unsatisfied. He set up an oscillating fan to blow air back and forth across her pussy, reminding her of her panty-less state, and of the pussy juices covering her crotch.

Troy downloaded the images to his PC, filing them away for later, along with Mia's other selfies, and the lecture footage from yesterday. Then he decided to return to the instruction manual for the dolls, to figure out why the first doll had disappeared, and how long he would have this one.

Flipping through, he saw sections he didn't recognise, noting that different hairs would give different "likenesses", and another one noting regular moonlight absorption as important. Strange, he hadn't seen these before. The hair effects he had discovered for himself, but the moonlight?

Maybe the instructions filled in as he experimented with the dolls. Maybe the instruction book was magic too.

Mia had sat uncomfortably through the rest of the lecture, unable to focus on anything happening in the class. The butt plug made it impossible to relax. Every time she seemed to get used to it, it would subtly twist and move, almost at random. The lecture hall had been drafty, too. No matter how she sat, a phantom breeze would occasionally blow across her damp pussy, reminding her she was both aroused and commando. She almost felt relief when the class had ended, but on getting up, she was reminded how uncomfortable the plug was to walk with.

After their morning together, Sarah had texted Mia, concerned, and they decided to grab lunch and regroup. Mia picked a quiet cafe on campus, trying for a spot where they wouldn't draw too much attention. She strategically waited until she was sitting down before texting Troy, trying to get her butt plug removed.

*having lunch. u can take it out now* she sent.

After a moment, Troy sent back *ask nicely*.

Mia rolled her eyes, and sent back a quick *plz*

With no warning, Mia felt the plug suddenly start being pulled out of her butt. She let out a small gasp, inadvertently drawing Sarah's attention as she felt her asshole stretch around the toy. Mia blushed, unable to meet Sarah's eyes as she struggled to hold back groans of exertion. Despite the discomfort, all the stimulation had Mia growing wet with arousal as she felt the stretching intensify.

The plug was slowly inched out of her, and Mia could feel her asshole stretched tautly around the toy until the pressure was almost unbearable. Then it stopped. Troy had pulled the butt plug out just enough to leave it's widest point spreading open her entrance. Mia let out a soft **** whimper as her asshole was stretched to its limits.

"Are you okay, Mia?" Sarah asked, concerned. "The creep again?"

Mia wordlessly nodded as her phone chimed, and she quickly checked it. *have you been a good girl? show me your outfit*

Frustrated, Mia took a shaky selfie, not bothering to make herself presentable. Looking at the picture, with her flushed face and her nipples poking through her tank top, she realised what a mess she was. She looked like she'd just gotten fucked, or was just about to.

She sent the picture to Troy. *there, now remove it*

Rather than pull out the toy, Troy sent back another text. *need to see the WHOLE outfit*

Mia knew what that meant. Troy wanted to make sure she still wasn't wearing panties. She considered challenging him, but she knew it would only lead to more "punishment". Instead, she looked around the campus cafe, making sure no one was watching.

Sarah looked at her oddly. "Mia, do you need help?"

Mia blushed. "Could you, um, keep a lookout for me?"

"Uh, sure." Sarah replied, confused, but glanced around the cafe, before watching the area behind Mia.

Mia took the phone under her skirt and started discreetly snapping photos of her pussy, trying to ignore her rising embarrassment. She couldn't see the screen under the table, so she tried to get a lot of different angles. Once she was sure she'd have something to send, she pulled her phone back up to the table and looked through the pics.

Mia could see her pussy lips glistening with wetness, her clit clearly visible and swollen. She looked impossibly horny, like something out of a porno. As she scrolled through, she gasped in horror as she saw the last photo - it was a shot of her asshole, her sphincter muscles stretching open wide to accommodate the phantom plug. She quickly scrolled back through the photos, and to her shame, it was visible in all of them. Her gaping wet asshole.

Mia felt a mixture of embarrassment and shame wash over her. These photos made her look like a complete slut, and she hated herself for it. But she knew if she didn't send Troy something soon, he'd claim she was cheating on her outfit, and "punish" her. He held all the cards, and for now she had to play along. She hit send on one of the tamer photos, but had accidentally selected them all, and sent Troy the entire album. She realised immediately after sending, but it was too late.

Troy replied quickly. *good girl mia. thorough* and then *i like number 7*

Mia's face again rushed with blood. Number 7 was the showcase of her asshole. Her phone buzzed again. *can leave it like that if you want*

Panic shot through her. She desperately typed back *no, take it out!*

Mia tensed for a moment, waiting for a response from Troy, but her phone didn't buzz. Instead, Mia felt the sudden release of pressure in her asshole; the widest part of the toy had been pulled free. She let out a small moan in relief as she felt the last of the plug slide out, and her muscles relaxed. Her ass was stretched and sore, but she knew it would recover. She was just glad the plug was finally out.

"Mia, how long are you going to play along with this?" Sarah interrupted, snapping Mia out of her thoughts.

Mia shifted uncomfortably in her seat before answering. "It's only three days."

"Why don't you stop? He's toying with you anyway. What else can he do?"

Mia thought back to Troy's threats. Piercings, tattoos, constant stimulation. "Enough."

Sarah looked back incredulously.

Mia's phone buzzed, and she immediately checked it. Sarah rolled her eyes.

The text was from Troy. *no thank you? I can always put it back in*

Mia's asshole clenched at the thought. She quickly shot back a *thanks*, hoping that would be the end of it.

Mia looked back up from the phone to Sarah's unimpressed face. "I thought you just had to send him selfies. You haven't dropped your phone since we sat down."

Mia's phone buzzed again, and Sarah raised her eyebrows at her. Mia wanted to ignore it, to prove a point, but she knew what could happen if she did.

The text from Troy read *better things to do?*. Sarah started impatiently tapping the table as Mia looked at her phone.

Mia sighed, and responded again *trying to have lunch*

*with who?* he replied.

Mia thought about lying again, but she didn't want to risk another punishment. *sarah*

*sarah again* Troy sent *you talking about me?*

Mia didn't respond. Her phone buzzed again *does she know?*

Mia wasn't sure what to type, but she felt Troy's fingers start to play with her pussy, and knew she had to send something quickly.

She sent back the truth, *yes*.

Troy's fingers didn't let up, now pinching and playing with her pussy lips. Another buzz from Troy, *give her my number*.

Mia again looked up from her phone, to Sarah's impatient face. "Finally," Sarah announced.

Mia felt sheepish. "He wants you to text him." She couldn't make eye contact as she asked.

"Tell him to get fucked." Sarah spat back, "He might have tricked you into playing his games, but he's got no control over me."

"Please," Mia blushed, as Troy's fingers continued to play with her pussy, "He'll make it worse if you don't." Sarah looked back at her in defiance.

Troy's fingers kept teasing Mia, slowly moving to her swollen clit. His touch was light, but he seemed to know just how to make her squirm. Mia felt her juices start to flow again, and let out an involuntary moan as Troy increased his pressure. "Please," she mewed at Sarah.

Listening to Mia's lewd moans, Sarah felt her own arousal growing. She didn't really want to be involved, but seeing Mia's blushing face look up at her pleadingly while she was probably being fingered - it was too much.

"Ughh, fine," Sarah relented, "but I'm not gonna be nice about it."

"Thanks" Mia half-said, half-moaned, and with shaking hands, sent Troy's number to Sarah.

Sarah quickly typed out a text, *what do you want, you little pervert?*

Troy was quick to reply. *me? your friend is the one getting off in a public cafe*

Sarah's phone buzzed again, this time with a picture from Troy. Her heart raced as she saw Mia's dripping pussy and gaping asshole staring back at her, from a photo taken only minutes ago. She tried to keep her expression neutral, but felt her cheeks flush as she quickly typed a dismissive response.

*gross. leave mia alone*

Mia watched anxiously as Sarah texted back and forth with Troy. Soon, Troy's fingers stopped teasing her pussy, and for a moment, she thought Sarah might have scared him into backing off. But then her phone buzzed again with another message from Troy. It was a screenshot of his chat with Sarah. Mia was mortified. He had sent Sarah one of the photos!

*have a nice lunch*