By Kinkabella
Archived Here With Her Kind Permission

Thursday, August 04, 2005

My mother had me take deportment classes when I was a girl. I remember feeling so grown up at the time; like Audrey Hepburn in My Fair Lady -- my favorite movie then as it is still now. So many things taught back then would seem old fashioned in this modern age, but yesterday's adventure at work required me to draw on one thing I learned. I have never really had to think about the act of walking like a lady. It was something I refined in those deportment classes and which remains to this day something that comes naturally to me. But yesterday at work, I found myself consciously summoning those lessons to remember things anew.

When I arrived, the shop was already open and it was quite busy with customers. My boss, who doesn't normally work the counter, was serving customers alongside Cathy, the full-time sales assistant. I quickly dropped my things out the back and returned to take over from my boss. The whole time I was serving people, I was smiling politely as I usually do, but my thoughts were elsewhere. My ass still suffered with a dull ache that became more acute whenever I tensed my pelvic muscles at the perversely pleasurable memory of it being impaled on a butt plug the previous day in cyber.

Once the rush of customers had subsided, I excused myself and went off to the bathrooms on the floor below. I never usually take much notice of the people wandering around the mall, but I felt a strange sense that everybody passing was somehow aware of what I was about to do. There was a small sensation of relief when I finally made it inside the bathroom and into a cubicle, but my pulse continued to surge and race, driven by anxiety. I carefully sat my little red jelly butt plug and tube of lubricant on the closed seat of the pedestal and then hitched up the back of my skirt, tucking it into itself so it didn't get in the way. I then pulled down my panties; initially trying to hold them at my knees but eventually letting gravity drop them to my ankles.

I squeezed a few large dollops of lube onto the tip of the plug, making sure it was entirely coated down to its flared base before I started probing for the entrance of my ass. The lube felt cold between my cheeks and the sensation of them being prized slightly apart by the plug instantly tweaked my arousal level. My thoughts immediately wandered and I thought of Mike being there with me in the cubicle. My hands became his hands as the tip of the plug pressed gently against my tender anus. I thought of my panties around my ankles and imagined them as rope tying me so I couldn't escape as the plug slowly invaded my ass. It brought back a flood of pleasurable memories from our previous cyber session. There was still a lingering soreness, but I pressed on.

"Imagine it's a real cock - Master Mike's cock," I said to myself as the plug began stretching my anal sphincter muscles.

The thought gave me strength to continue forcing it past the reflex resistance of my sphincter muscles. I paused frequently, allowing the muscles to adjust to each microscopic increase in the width of the plug's shaft. Excess lubricant began to spill onto my fingers making the base of the plug slippery to hold so I pressed my other hand between my legs and exchanged hands for a moment while I wiped my slippery fingers dry on some tissue paper.

Returning to my task, I swapped hands again and this time, after steeling myself to the pain I knew would come, I pressed hard on the base of the plug until it reached that point where it was widest. I held my breath for a second as my anal sphincter muscles clamped tight around it and sucked it in fully to its base. There was no chance of it being accidentally expelled, but I still gave it a gently twist to ensure it was properly seated in my butt before I turned my attention to cleaning my hands.

My whole body felt hot. My neck and face burned with an embarrassed blush brought on by the acute awareness of the plug in my ass. My stomach felt warmed by the large knot of apprehension churning within. My clit tingled and my pussy seeped juices of excitement. I considered removing my panties completely, but I feared my linen skirt would become stained if I had to sit down with the plug in my ass, so I pulled them back up and tidied my skirt. A deep breath later, I opened the door and checked my appearance in the bathroom mirror. Other women entered and left while I stood there washing my hands and checking for any signs of abnormality.

Those deportment lessons I mentioned earlier really came into play now as I walked from the bathroom. Every step I took caused the plug to wriggle between my ass cheeks. Every nerve ending in my sphincter muscles zapped me with a reminder of the plug held tight. But I had to keep up appearances and hide any sign that something was wrong with me. I concentrated my thoughts on the act of walking -- of placing one foot confidently in front of the other, heel to toe, heel to toe. A voice inside my head was trying to tell me to return to the bathroom and remove the plug, but I continued forward, riding the escalator back up to my floor. The paranoia about everybody staring at me which I'd experienced before I was plugged was raging in my mind by the time I eventually made it back to the shop.

It felt so strange returning to the counter. I was sure my face and ears were glowing red, but Cathy didn't seem to notice. She chatted endlessly, as she usually does between customers, and I nodded and smiled but I don't remember a single thing she said. At one stage my boss called me to assist with unpacking some things out the back of the shop, which I did, and at other times I had to escort customers to various shelves within the shop to help them find things they were looking for. These were the most embarrassing times. It wasn't so bad just standing behind the counter, but walking around made me sharply conscious of the butt plug in my ass. It was as if Master Mike was my shadow for the day, following me around with his cock embedded in my ass. A wonderful and perversely arousing feeling!