The other morning, she woke me differently. Drowsy, I felt her hands on my cock. Then her finger on my asshole. Soon a towel was put under my hips. Her finger delved deeper. Something else was being pushed deeper. There was a plug of some sort in my bottom.
“I know you’re full down there… but I wanted to reward you for last night.”
Last night, I had a tough time of it, feeling frustrated, but I channeled it into serving her. Instead of remaining frustrated, I moved to her feet, applied more lotion to them, as she had earlier commented that her feet were dry. Naked, I knelt at the bedside and applied her lotion, kissed her feet and returned to bed. This was a victory in my turning my frustration into service to stem the tide, and it was good for both of us.
“Keep that plug in until you come see me in the bathroom and ask permission to remove it.”
She went to dry her hair, I followed soon thereafter, as I WAS very full down there and something was going to happen soon, whether either of us liked it or not!