It was the next morning when I really began to worry about not being able to wear the plug as you had said I would. I had finally gotten over the idea of how erotic it would be and the wondering if it would be like when I wore the vibe inside my pussy, and was now conscious of the fact that even though I had enjoyed the anal sex with my husband the few times we did, but it had been so long ago. A toy wouldn't be easy to wear especially if it were a large plug.
I decide to try and ask you for anything other than the plug in my ass for today, and explain to you my concern over putting it there. I know that it may not do any good for me to ask but I feel that I really can't wear the plug inside my ass and be comfortable enough to help you clean the bedroom.
When I arrived and you were silent for a while after I explained that I wasn't sure I could wear it comfortably since anal sex was something my husband and I hadn't done in a very long time, I felt almost certain that you were trying to figure out some other task for me to do instead. Not surprisingly, my fantasy faded rather quickly when you said, "It isn't about comfort, but to let you feel me inside you. Then, you can know what I do to you, and I know that I can have you do it. How long has it been since you last had a cock in your ass?"
"I don't know, probably eight months or so. My husband doesn't really seem to like going there."
"But you said yesterday you enjoyed it when you had anal sex."
I simply nod yes.
"Well then, today should be fun for you. You will find the butt plug on the bed as usual, there is lube on the bed also, but I wouldn't put much. The plug vibrates, but you don't need to turn it on right now, just feel me for a while, I will tell you when to turn it on. Of course, if you need any help putting it inside you, I will be happy to help." The last said with a grin that seemed to almost be daring me to ask for your assistance.
I wouldn't give you that, no matter how difficult, I will deal with it, I thought as I turned to go towards the bedroom. I almost reached the door, when you said, "Remember, nothing on except panties. Call me when you're ready for me."
I couldn't miss the double meaning behind your words and it sent heat straight through me centering inside my clit as I closed the door to your room, allowing myself at least a few moments of privacy. "Calling when ready for you" sounded like it should be so easy. I was in my own way, getting ready for you, reaching that point of needing you, but still couldn't think of admitting that need to you.
I walked in and as I neared the bed, not only was the butt plug and lube laying there, but various other toys as well. There was the vibes that I had used earlier, the wooden paddle, ropes, everything I had already had used on me was laying there. Each one brought back the memory of when it was used and I felt myself growing wet, wondering if you had laid them on the bed to tease me, knowing that these items as well as you and I would all be in the same room and all I had to do was say yes and you would use them on me again.
I stripped off my clothes, knowing that soon you would see me in only panties and I would have the small plug inserted into the most private of holes. I squatted down, and poured a little lube on the point of the butt plug and took aim for that rear hole, wondering if I would really be able to do this. The lube helped its passage and soon I had pushed it inside as far as it would go. When my hand had pushed it the rest of the way inside, I was struck by two thoughts, one being that as the plug was into place it allowed my asshole to close in a little, which would hold the plug in. The next being how wet my pussy was against my hand and how swollen my clit felt on my wrist.
I tried to ignore it as I stood and pulled my panties back into place, thinking that the panties wouldn't help hold it in with the little catch on the plug, but glad you had let me wear them, preferring that to being completely nude with the little blue plug stretching my asshole. I could feel it stretching me even though it was small as I folded my clothes and put them on the bed, delaying calling you and telling you I was ready for as long as possible. I hoped the burning sensation of being stretched big enough for the plug would fade before you came into the room and we got to work.
Not being able to put it off any longer, I opened the door and called out that I was ready for us to begin. You came in and barely seemed to notice me as you began to explain how we were going to change the bedroom around.
I couldn't decide if I was happy or upset that you didn't seem to notice my undressed state as I tried to focus on what you were saying regarding the bedroom. I wanted you to look at me, maybe make me feel as if you wanted me, was happy I was doing as you had asked, yet you seemed to not care if I was doing it or not. I was growing frustrated over it, and yet you continued to talk about the bedroom and how you were going to move this and I would clean where it was to be placed and then where it had been moved from.
With out looking my way, you said that I should go clean over by the dresser first on that near empty wall so that we could begin. I walked over and began cleaning, still feeling irritated that you could ignore me so easily, and noticing as I walked how the butt plug shifted inside me, the rubber base making my tight panties stretch over my clit teasing it.
The more we cleaned and I watched you moving things around, the more turned on I became. Watching you move things, seeing your strength and wondering what you could do to me with that strength, and the plug nestled inside me still pulling my panties over my clit, all combined to keep me wet. I began to wish that something was buried inside my pussy; mainly I wanted you buried in there, filling me up. I began to want you to make me cum as you had done that one day, I needed it. I still wasn't sure how to admit it to you, nor was I sure that I ever would be able to reach that point of saying what I needed. Admitting needs was something that I had never been good at, and this was no different.
When all the big furniture had been moved, we decided to stop for a drink. I went into the kitchen and poured a drink, I noticed, without you having to mention that I should. I smiled as I thought of how easy it would be if you would just tell me what to do, just let me go with the flow of it, rather than have me admit to "needing" it first. Yet, I also knew from what I had read that the first part of this whole thing was that I had to admit to myself and to you that I needed you to take control of me.
As you sat down at the table, I placed your drink in front of you, and then took my seat. We drank in silence for a short time, and then you broke it with, "Is it comfortable inside you yet?"