Second Encounter
Everything is prepared. I kneel, naked, on the floor of the bedroom, my back rigid and my hands on my knees. The toys are laid out on the end table, and the bed itself is turned down. Patiently, I await her arrival.
The front door clicks. She walks in, locking the door behind her. A moment's pause, then she enters the room. She looks at me, satisfied that I have everything ready for her arrival as ordered. She then tosses an object on the bed beside me.
"Put it in" she says, curtly, then leaves the room to get ready.
The buttplug is small, and pink, with a head just wide enough to make me feel stretched while wearing it. A moment to apply lube and it is nestled deep inside of me – a warm-up for something else later. She returns to the room and finds me kneeling in the same position as before. She does not ask to see evidence of what I've done: she knows that I will be obedient. She stands before me looking magnificent: her street clothes have been shed, replaced by boots, and corsetry, and lacy underwear. She catches my roving eye and scowls slightly; I immediately look downwards and wait patiently. She moves over to the bed, and sits.