Plugged on a Plane [MF] [D/s] [bdsm]

Christmas. ‘Tis the season for helping others, spending time with loved ones, and of course, presents. Especially presents to yourself… that your Sir makes you get at 11pm on a school night.

It was a butt plug. Small, vibrating, remote-controlled. You see, at this sweeter, more innocent time, this now fully blossomed slut before you did not own a single butt plug. (I know, how is that even possible?) I had had anal sex before, and sort of enjoyed it, but I’d never been with anyone who wanted to own and explore every last inch of me. It was new and exhilarating, and when my Sir told me I needed to plug my ass, I had absolutely no problem driving 20 miles to the only sex store open that late. Only a few weeks in and I was *gone*.

We played with it some that week. I had to adjust to the fullness, and I just *had* to let him play around with the vibrating settings. Being long-distance, the feeling of letting him totally control my pleasure was overwhelming and intense but so intimate as well.

As classes finished up for the semester and I packed to head home for the holiday, Sir presented me with a challenge:

I had to wear the plug for. the. whole. flight.

I was nervous. My ass had felt so tight around it the few times we had used it, and, fuck me, I wouldn’t be able to wear it through the metal detector, so I’d have to put it in at the airport (I sincerely apologize to everyone else in the women’s bathroom that day, I swear I didn’t mean to moan that loudly when I put it in. But who could blame me?).

I was right to be nervous, but for the exact opposite reasons. I thought it would hurt, that I’d want to take it out five minutes in and not be able to talk to Sir to help me through it. I had no idea it would feel so fucking good I’d be soaking through my panties for the entire flight. Immediately I crossed my leg at the knee so I could sit on my foot and grind my ass into it. Thank God I’m petite and more than a little bit flexible.

And thank God this toy was quiet. I couldn’t even wait until we were in the air to reach down and turn on the vibration manually. I like to think I was being lowkey, but I’ve come to think driving with my tits out is lowkey, so that’s anyone’s guess.

I dug my nails into my thigh and bit my lip hard, clenching as tight as I could around the plug. It felt like every vibration was being sent through my whole body. I could feel it in my face, like a constant small orgasm. I’d heard about all of the glories of anal stimulation, but I didn’t think it would feel like this. I didn’t cum, not that I would have without permission, but as soon as I landed I was basically throwing myself at my Sir. While normally I would be beyond excited to get home and see my siblings for the first time in months, all I could think about was having all my holes stretched and filled. What a fucking slut.

I rushed my way through the airport and into a cab, texting Sir every single dirty thing I could think of: *Fill me with your cum, let a line of men use my holes, grab my hair and force your cock down my throat, spit on my face, piss in my mouth, please just let me cum for you.*

And then, there in the cab, Sir turned the plug onto high. I had to clap my hand over my mouth to keep myself from crying out. The rumbling spread from my ass to my clit and it felt like my entire body was quaking. I wanted to beg him to stop but I couldn’t. What would it feel like to have him pound my pussy with the plug in? What would it feel like to be tied down and blindfolded and let the vibrations completely overtake me? It took everything not to reach my hand between my legs and rub my clit. *Not until Sir says so*.

As we pulled into the driveway the plug was turned off.

“Say hello to your family and then excuse yourself.” Coming through the front door, I hugged my father and my sister and brother. The excitement to be home was real, the cause of the excitement was… less than pure.

“Sorry, sorry, I really have to use the bathroom, I’ll be right back,” I yelled over my shoulder as I raced up the stairs. Between my last story and this one, you can see that under Sir’s ownership, racing into bathrooms to do slutty things has become quite a regular occurrence.

“Strip, baby.” The *Yes, Sir* is immediate. “Show me.”

“Touch.”

I don’t know about you but I can’t cum standing up. I spread out on the bathroom floor, my back bare against the cold white tiles, my toes digging into the bath mat, and I abused my clit. The plug was deep in my ass, and I was deeper into submission than I’d ever been before.

“Cum for me.”

I absolutely exploded. I tried my best to stifle myself, old house, thin walls, but a few muffled shrieks escaped, followed by Sir’s name. I stayed there on the floor for a minute, enjoying the cold, and not trusting myself to get up, as swimmy as I was.

“Now, go on and celebrate Christmas with your family.” I took my ruined panties off, but I left the plug in.

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Hi all! This is a little lighter than my last story, but still a 100% true account of my [23F] time with my amazing Dom. Let me know what you like better, if there are any kinds of stories that you want to hear, and feel free to ask me anything below! Constructive criticism is always welcome.

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