Eve Quest Part 3

I stood, bunched my gown around my waist and put the plug in my mouth. The plug was smaller that a turd and wet with my saliva, it moved easily inside me. I dropped my gown and sat back down.

"Even I'm amazed at how obedient you are. I didn't mean right this minute, but that's fine."

"In the morning, while you're in the tub, I'd insert this one." She handed me the purple one. "Anytime you have a plug in you, you don't have to use a tampon. By Saturday I want the black one in you. Is that clear?"

"Yes, Mistress." The purple one looked smaller than Alex, but the black one looked impossible. Still I'd given her the correct response. She turned and left the room.

"French toast in the morning." She said over her shoulder.

I wanted some extra time to soak in the morning so I set my clock for 4:30, turned off the light and settled into bed. My teeth were on the nightstand. The head of the dong slipped easily into my mouth. It had an unpleasant chemical taste; still I pushed it slowly deeper. I suppressed my gag reflex, but as the head entered my throat it was too large to continue. I tried to flatten my tongue, but it didn't help. I didn't know if my throat would stretch or tear, but I did know what Sheila would do so I shoved hard one more time. The head of the thing slipped down my throat for a moment, then popped back out. It would take some work, but my throat was okay and I could get it down.

Stinging welts and visions of a plunging phallic made for a restive night. Fear of the new day woke me early.

Chapter 12

The next morning I pulled off my gown. The welts were angry, but hadn't bled. I pulled the butt plug, douched and shaved. The tub was wonderful. I just soaked for about ten minutes and rubbed my wounds.

I tried the purple plug and it went in easily, so I decided to try the black one. I couldn't get it in. I couldn't even get enough leverage to push hard. I got on my knees with the plug on the floor of the tub behind me and started easing down.