Tomorrow was the day, my follow up appointment with the Norah, the physician's assistant who prescribed me the plug. I was nervous, excited, confused. The way I was used like that, it just seemed so wrong, but I liked it. Norah crossed that line between professional and, well I guess, intimate. I don't know, the whole thing just confused me every time I thought about it, so I just didn't think about it, but how could I?
For five days, I was supposed to wear a slim butt plug, lubed with some sort of medicinal gel and my follow up appointment was two days before the five days. Anyway, the tube of gel was covered with a plain sticker. I tried to pull off the sticker, but I almost broke my nail off just trying to pry it off. I had no idea what it really was, but the worst part was wearing that purple plug for six hours a day. No way was I sleeping with it in. I might sleep for seven or eight hours and I didn't want to wear it too long. After my morning shower, I'd lube it up and slowly ease it in. Throughout the whole day, at school, at work, shopping, I swear everyone knew I had it in me, but didn't say anything just to keep me embarrassed. I kept telling myself it was just a suppository for my hemorrhoid, but unlike a suppository, whenever I needed to go to the toilet, right there in the stall, I'd have to ease it out of me, muffling any noise I'd make once I got it pass that muscular ring then take care of my business. Once my business was done, I'd lube it and put it back in my hole while I stifled my moans. When it was firmly seated, I'd wipe away excess lube off my ass with toilet paper. But, it felt like I was fucking myself right there, whether it was a public bathroom stall at work or at school or whether it was in the privacy of my own apartment. I kept telling myself it was a medical device, a vehicle to deliver the lubricated medicine, to help heal my hemorrhoid. If it was a medical device, then why did it make my cock tingle, why did I have to jack it a few times right there even in a public bathroom stall? I felt conflicted, but I kept telling myself "doctor's orders." Besides, my hemorrhoid was healing nicely.
My appointment was at 11:30am. The only other times available times were 7:30am and 4:30pm, which seemed a little strange to me because the student health clinic opens at 8:00 and closes at 4:30. I was running late that whole day and just made it to the sign in desk at 11:35, but no one was there except for Jessica the student intern. She led me back to the little office at the end of the unusually quiet hall and she proceeded to take my vitals. Her brown hair was pulled back in a ponytail and from my seated position her perky nipples poking through her t-shirt were right at my eye level. Damn it, my cock was tingling again. Her flip-flops were loud as she moved around taking my vitals.
"How's my vitals?"
"Your BP is fine, but your heart rate's a little fast." She smirked.
"Oh, I was running late all day today." I dismissively waved my hand as my cock started to tingle. She left to get Norah and as she turned towards the door, I couldn't take my eyes off the shape of her ass covered by her thin sweatpants with "pink" written across it.
Norah walked in with her hands thrust down in the pockets of her white doctor coat, which matched her white blouse but contrasted against her black skirt. Her low heels clanked on the linoleum tiles as she walked over to sit down. She sat down and glanced at the computer screen, then spun around and glanced at me up and down.
"So, how are you doing today?" Her blue eyes penetrated through me.
"Uh, I'm....I'm doing okay. I think my hemorrhoid is gone. I don't feel any discomfort down there."
She smiled, "That's good. Let's see, any discomfort or anything usual from the... suppository device?"
"Well to be honest, it felt weird at first, but I guess I'm getting used to it. Do I have to keep using it? I mean..."
