I’m no artist so the bar was pretty low, but in my defense, it did end up looking kind of like a cock and balls so we have lift off! Sex “Wear your plug.”
“What about when I go to the gym or for a run?”
“Wear your plug.”
In other words, the plug goes in me in the morning and stays in until it’s time for bed with removal only for that most necessary of acts that I won’t get into because discussions of poop is a hard limit for me and will not be referred to again. Sure, we talked every night, did some phone sex in which we’d masturbate together and engaged in a little sexting, but it wasn’t the same. All I could think about the entire time was the plug inside me and with each stride I was very well aware of the invader shifting around in my rectum. I decided that this was the opportunity I needed so as I sat, I spread my legs nice and wide, I mean almost as far as they would go. I pointed to my neck and said “I really like this collar but do you have a mirror so I can see what it looks like on me?”
“You know that’s a collar for a dog right?”
“I know but I really like it.”
“This is
