There was one close call in which I went to pay for some items at the chemist and as I was handing over the money, my sleeve slid up a bit exposing the word “bitch” which was written along my forearm. Porn vedio But the point wasn’t about what other people saw, it was about what I felt, which was complete exposure. I’m not sure which part he liked better, trying to imagine me out in public with my ass plugged or the fact that I was willing to do it simply because he told me to. “What about when I go out shopping?” I asked. “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. Remember my policy about not forcing my fetishes on the civilians? “I had a little accident on aisle three, I think someone should probably clean it up and do you have a bathroom I can use?” My skin felt like it was on fire and my brain was fogging up from the powerful
