**Chapters**
|[Part 1](https://www.reddit.com/r/BDSMerotica/comments/xe1mr3/a_purposeful_collision_part_1_femdom_bdsm_real/?utm_source=share&utm_medium=web2x&context=3)|[Part 2](https://www.reddit.com/r/BDSMerotica/comments/xfbdez/a_purposeful_collision_part_2_femdom_bdsm_real/?utm_source=share&utm_medium=web2x&context=3)|[Part 3](https://www.reddit.com/r/BDSMerotica/comments/xfnxtc/a_purposeful_collision_part_3_femdom_bdsm_real/?utm_source=share&utm_medium=web2x&context=3)|Part 4|Part 5|
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She stood up, walked out of the car and off the train feeling like all eyes were on the bulge protruding from the front of his dress pants. He put on his headphones in an attempt to block out the world. He walked down 33rd Street to the BDFM line and hopped on the first train downtown.
The music helped in helping him disconnect from everything else going on, so much so, he hadn’t noticed the barrage of messages inundating his phone. When he got to the office, took off his headphones and placed his phone on the table, he had a total of 16 notifications, 14 of them were some form of ‘hello’ or ‘where are you,’ and the other two were instructing him to take his phone and backpack into the restroom and text her when he was there. He picked up his phone, grabbed a restroom key, and headed to the men’s room. When he got in a stall, he frantically sent a message to say he was indeed there, and had done what he’d been instructed. Almost immediately, his phone rang.
“My little freak, I thought you might have been ignoring me. I was just thinking of ways to let people in our little town know who you really are,” her tone was playful, but he knew his threats were serious. “Now I want you to open your bag and take out the butt plug and panties I put in there.”
He opened the bag and saw that she had indeed included the two items she mentioned. The black panties were a cheap, black, pleather material – definitely not breathable. The plug was interesting, it was medium in size, and had a power button on it. When he pressed the button, it responded with a beep and a series of vibrations before straitening back up.
“Ah, so you see how the Lovense plug works – I control that,” she laughed as she toggled the app on her phone causing the vibration in the plug to increase. “Now suck it like a cock, get it nice and wet, and get it in your ass. And then pull on those panties.”
He followed the directive, working harder than he thought he’d have to in order to get his asshole to open up and accept the invader. When he pulled on the panties, they fit very snuggly. He could see the exact outline of the cock cage on the front, and they felt like they were helping to hold in the plug in the back. He quickly felt the temperature in his crotch increase and sweat start to build – the feeling was extremely uncomfortable.
“When you get those on, I want some proof – switch to FaceTime,” she said on the other end of the phone. “Ahh, good job freak. Show me the front, and the back; and now hold up the phone so I can see your full body.”
She appeared to be staring at her phone as he felt a jolt from the plug in his ass. She had started a pre-programmed routine and every rumble drove him wild. He felt his cock struggle as the stimulation against his prostate made it want to grow, but was prevented by its cage.
“I will give you advice freak, when you feel a routine like that start, you’re going to want to press yourself against it to muffle the sound – in a quiet office,” she was noticeably amused by the words she was saying. “When you feel three sharp jolts in a row, that means I want to speak with you and you are to immediately go into the bathroom and await my call.”
She went on to give the instruction that he was to always ask permission before removing the plug, even in the case of having to go to the bathroom. She explained a process of sending the 💩 emoji, and she would simply reply with a 👍🏻 or 👎🏻. She also said that this was now something that was expected at all times, not just while he was at the office.
“I need to go now, I have to get some actual work done,” she said as he pulled his dress pants back up, hiding his new accessories. “We will be spending lunch together today – I will send you the address. Plan to be out for at least 90 minutes.”
With that, she was gone. No niceties as she hung up the phone, just an order to plan for a 90 minute lunch break. There was a part of him that was scared, a part that was humiliated, but mostly he was excited with his new situation. He went back to his space in the office, which he shared with three others, opened up his laptop and dug into some work in Google Sheets. As he started to dig in deeper, and sip his coffee, he had almost forgot that he was both stuffed and caged – until he got his first surprise jolt.
The fact that it was so sudden didn’t allow him to press his weight down quickly to muffle the sound. It was also harder than expected to mask the pleasure on his face.
“Did you feel that,” said Christine, a beautiful younger woman who sat across from him. “It was like someone left their wand plugged in on the chair.”
He laughed it off joking that ‘yes’ he definitely felt something and wasn’t quite sure what it was. She seemed to have the smile of the cat that ate the canary from ear to ear. He put his head down and got back to work. Time had felt like it was dragging on when he felt another pulse. This time, three sharp bursts of pressure. He noticed Christine looking and tried to muffle the vibration from others. It stopped for a moment before there were three bursts again. He then remembered that was code for ‘go into the bathroom and await instruction.’ He got up and went to the bathroom. He knew it was in his head, but he felt like others, especially Christine had understood the code.
He busted into the stall and sat down, taking out his phone. He noticed there was already three messages the first was an address and time, ‘297 Prince Street, Suite 300, 11:45AM.’ The second message was instructions to remove his plug and attempt to use the bathroom now, and the third was that he should be prepared for an enema by her assistant when he arrives at the location along with instructions to confirm he had received and understood all three messages. He quickly responded with a thumbs up to each as he pulled down his panties and removed the plug. He looked at his phone and noticed it was already 11:25AM, and even though it was less than a 5 minute walk, he didn’t want to be late.
He cleaned up, reinserted the plug and left. Quickly finishing the few lines he was working on and shutting down his computer, standing up and pushing his chair in.
“Heading out? Mind if I walk with you,” Christine asked from across the table. “I’m headed to do something over lunch too.”
They made small talk in the elevator, and on their way south on Broadway; neither talking about where they were headed. They crossed Houston, and then Prince, both walking to the right. He looked at the numbers and stopped in front of the small, gold door that read 297 across the top.
“Well, this is where I’m headed,” he said with a nervous grin. “I guess I’ll see you later.”
She turned towards him, lowering her shoulder to open her brown, leather purse before reaching inside to pull out a bag from Duane Reade. She held it in her left hand and pulled out the contents with her right. She pulled out a green box that said the words “Ready-to-Use Enema.”
To be continued…
Source: reddit.com/r/Erotica/comments/xfnybs/a_purposeful_collision_part_3_femdom_bdsm_real