Playing With Fire - Sex Stories

Playing With Fire

... not nearly as pliable as flesh. It felt like metal. “Zeke, what are you- mmf!” He cut me off mid-sentence by suddenly thrusting the object into me without warning. Thankfully he had the sense to cover my mouth with his hand first or I likely would have screamed, although I did still end up biting his hand anyway. It wouldn't have been from pain mind you, I was no stranger to anal sex, but the sensation of being penetrated so suddenly and forcefully was absolutely incredible. Zeke then pushed at the plug several times, he insisted he was just making sure it was in securely but we both know he just wanted to watch me squirm, and squirm I did. Zeke then slapped me on the rear, flipped my skirt back down and told me to turn around again. I was momentarily confused before it dawned on me. It would be too easy, to just take me right then and there, where would the fun be in that? He was going to make me keep this plug in all day long. Seemingly sensing my thought process, Zeke just smiled at me cheekily and told me to get to class or he wouldn't me punish me later. So naturally, I high-tailed it to my class without protest after bidding him goodbye. I tried to give him a kiss but he dodged me easily and told me I was absolutely not allowed to touch myself in any sexual way until he gave me permission. I worried on my lower lip again, both excited and still a bit uneasy about how the rest of the day was going to go. He was going to try to frustrate me as much as possible, he was ...

... going to try to have me literally begging for it later. I could hardly wait. * * * * * I was late to my first class, naturally, but only by a few minutes. Luckily the teacher hadn't taken roll yet, so he let it slide. Besides, most of the rest of the class was still talking as well. Being seniors in high school, rules were a bit more relaxed with us so I just sat in the first open seat in the back. That was my first mistake. Instead of taking a seat gently like a normal person I almost gracelessly fell into the seat. When my ass hit the plastic it pushed the butt plug in even deeper. I had to bite my tongue to keep from crying out again and I could feel my face flushing a lovely crimson colour. “You alright, Em?” my friend Casey asked from beside me, “You're pretty red.” I tried to laugh it off, saying it was no big deal, but internally I was still trying to deal with my uneasy feeling. I trusted Zeke implicitly, I knew he wouldn't do something to me I couldn't handle, but this was my first time wearing a plug under my clothes while going about my normal daily business. I supposed this feeling was to be expected to some degree. The first time he tied me up I was also a little nervous; being completely robbed of any control I might have had (not that I would have used it, he's the one running the show after all), but that soon became one of my favourite ways to fuck. As for the other ways... Well those are stories for a different day. I took a deep breath and focused on the ...