Your phone buzzes on the nightstand. You look up, glancing at the bathroom door. Of course, there is nothing to worry about. Like clockwork, his routine doesn't vary. He will be stepping out of the shower in about ten minutes, then off to the kitchen for a quick breakfast while he fills his coffee mug.
Hurriedly, with more than a little excitement, you slide across the screen. The text message notification shows a "1". Opening the app, it is a number with no name stored in your phone. You know this number by heart. The new message reads "Open the box".
With one eye on the bathroom door, you slide a small box from under the bed. It had arrived at work yesterday, where prying eyes wouldn't question it. Inside, you find a small metal item. It has a circular base affixed with a plastic jewel, a little over an inch in diameter. A thin shaft travels a short distance ending in a bulb shaped like a squat, fat teardrop. Smaller than you had imagined, you know what it is immediately. "I have it", you reply.
The shower is still running as your phone buzzes again. "Put it in."
Sliding the box back under the bed, you stand to go to your closet. In the bottom corner is a box, dusty from disuse with your uninterested husband. Most of the items inside have never been opened. Near the top is your goal, a white tube. Still listening closely, you carefully return to your bed.
Lying down, you pull your nightgown up and your panties down. You take the small metal plug, and dab a little of the lubricant to it. Not much, it isn't very big.
Your heart races as you reach behind you. Holding one cheek up, you press the tip to your rear hole. The cold metal makes the sphincter clench a little, and you force yourself to relax. Pressing gently, it slides in with less force than you thought it would. The bulb passes the muscles, and the clench around the shaft. You squirm a little, feeling its presence as you adjust your clothes and pull the blanket back over your body. It takes a minute or two to warm to your body temperature.
You resist the urge to move around, or to reach back to touch the base, as you hear the water stop. Moments later, the bathroom door opens and he comes out. He barely glances your way as he pulls his clothes on and leaves the room. He doesn't even notice if you are awake.
"It's in", you text back, after he is safely down the hall.
"Don't take it out until I tell you."
"I have to work today!"
"And it is going with you." Your eyes widen. Already you can tell it is comfortable, but a constant reminder. You aren't sure if you can do this. You also know you really want to try. This is something you have never even considered attempting before.
"Yes, sir", you text back as you sit up. You can hear the front door open and close as the plug shifts in your ass, and you unconsciously flex your muscles feeling its solid steel. Not only is it not uncomfortable, you can feel yourself getting wet just from the naughty thought of what you are about to do.
Walking to the closet, you discover this will take practice and willpower to move normally, so nobody will suspect you have a small piece of steel hidden in your ass. You dress in a casual blouse and skirt, with short heels appropriate for an office. Just that extra inch of heel changes how the plug moves in your ass as you walk. It feels like it is spinning in place, constantly pressing against the sensitive nerve endings back there.
Your smile is a little wider than normal as you finish getting ready, and head to the car. Sitting down, the plug is THERE. Not uncomfortable, more than a little pleasurable, and something you can't ignore if you wanted to. You shift in your seat, and the plug shifts as well. You know if you reached down, you would feel the dampness starting to soak into your panties. With a deep breath, you buckle your seat belt and pull out into traffic. The next hour of your commute will be interesting, of that you are sure.
You walk into the building earlier than most of the others. You are glad, hoping nobody bumps into you as you head to your office. With each step, you are acutely aware of this toy, and my request of you. Your arousal increases with each step. Sitting in your chair, the pressure against your inner muscles is more fun than you had hoped. "I'm at work".
I respond quickly, "Let me know when your neighbor goes for her cigarette break. Until then, try not to squirm too much as people walk by". You close your eyes, breathe slowly, and move the mouse to wake the machine up.
While a bit of a struggle, you are able to at least appear you are working normally for the first couple of hours. You hear the lady in the desk closest to yours open her drawer and rummage through her purse. As she walks down the hall, you pick up your phone. "She's gone."
"Go to the bathroom and lock the door. You have 45 seconds." You grab your phone and walk briskly down the hallway.
Every desk you pass makes you think, "They know, they have to know. The can see it on my face. I'm a dirty slut, and my husband has no idea how nasty of a girl I am. But they know. Don't look me in the eye, I can't take it. I have to keep going."
Safely in the bathroom, you press the button as you close the door. Right on cue, you feel the vibration in your hand. "Take it out, wait 30 seconds, and put it back. Press against the base for a moment when you put it back in."
You hike up your skirt and slide your panties down to your knees. You squat down to reach back and grab the jeweled base. You pull gently, and it doesn't want to move. Then your muscles relax, and it pops out. Suddenly, you feel empty. Your ass contracts, as ifit is trying to find the plug again. You feel the cool air of the office HVAC on your two exposed holes. The moisture dribbling down makes you realize just how turned on your are. You slide the plug back in, and your ass accepts it hungrily. You feel so decadent as you press the base, moving the plug around inside your ass. The buzzing distracts you, and you touch the screen to read, "Now press your clit, firmly, and don't move your finger for one minute."
You turn to the chair on the other side of the small room, grateful you don't have you purse with you. You lean back to spread our legs, and this presses the plug deeper into your ass. As your finger finds your button, you want to move it. But you were told not to. the firm pressure just serves to build your excitement with no relief in sight. Just as you think you can't take it any longer, and are about to start moving around, I buzz you again. "Put your panties back on. Make yourself presentable, and go back to your desk. Smile as you walk down the hall. Nobody knows it, but you are mine."
You go back to your desk, positive your hips are swaying more than usual. "Surely someone can smell my excitement," you think. "Somebody has to know what I'm doing."
Nobody looks at you twice as you return to your desk. You didn't notice until now how fast you were breathing, like you had jogged back instead walking slowly.
Lunchtime comes and goes with no texts, and you have gotten into a rhythm of working so you can enjoy the feeling in your ass but not let it take away from your job. You didn't even realize you were doing it until you you looked at the clock again, and only a few minutes had passed by. Quitting time is an eternity away.