I’ve also noticed I’m blushing less frequently now when answering his probing questions. He told me that uncomfortably personal discussions would get easier, and he’s right. They’re still uncomfortable, but I’m not always mumbling my way through them like I used to.
“Excellent. Wait here.” He steps out of the shower and returns a moment later with lube, a glove…
And the vibrating butt plug.
Oh, shit.
He looks at me as he pulls the glove on. “Turn.”
I do, bracing my hands against the wall and assuming the position I know he wants me in. Every morning, another part of our routine is he plays with my ass, even if only briefly, usually right before he jerks me off.
Operant conditioning, FTW.
#Idontcareifitsweirdbecauseitworks
He’s also been working with me with the butt plugs at night, putting one in when we return from Susa’s and then allowing me to take it out before we go to bed. I’ve worked up to this one, but he hasn’t turned it on yet while I wear it.
I wonder if I’ll be allowed to come this morning after all.
My cock jerks and twitches as his fingers lube me. Yeah, I’d be lying if I said I didn’t enjoy this part, too. I’ve become intimately acquainted with how good it feels to have him playing with me like that. He’s already warned me he plans to add prostate milking to our future play, between semesters, when we’ll have more privacy at Susa’s.
I looked it up.
Yeeeeeaaah. Honestly? I can’t wait. There is something so freeing about not having any control over this, and it’s a sweet irony I’m clinging to and hoping never ends.
I suck in a sharp breath as he starts fucking the toy into me. Then comes the uncomfortable, pinching burn before the widest part passes through and it’s seated inside me. I hear him strip off the glove and he leans out to toss it in the garbage can.
Before I really have a chance to get used to it, he turns me to face him and pins me to the wall, his left forearm over my throat.
“You may come, boy.” But in his right hand is the controller.
I can’t completely contain my shocked yelp as it bursts to life inside me, my hard cock immediately jerking as the toy throbs against my sweet spot.
Aching pleasure rolls through my balls and I’m exploding before I can barely even process it. I struggle to keep my eyes open, on him.
Carter wears a gleefully sadistic smile if I ever saw one.
The toy shuts off.
“Excellent,” he says, releasing me. “That’s exactly what I wanted to see happen. Good boy.”
I’m slumped against the wall and gasping for breath. “Holy shit,” I mutter.
He laughs and sets the controller outside the shower. “That stays in. Take lube with you. If you need to use the bathroom, take it out, do your thing, then put it back in. You may return here for lunch and take it out. And take a quick shower, if you feel you need one. Wash it, dry it, and put it away.”
“Yes, Sir. Thank you, Sir.”
His gaze narrows even as his grin turns predatory. “Oh, you thank menow, boy.”
Yikes.
* * * *
We walk to class together. This is our Florida Politics & Government class that we share with Susa.
Walking with the toy inside me is a little uncomfortable at first, and Carter slows his pace to give me time to get used to it.
He has also allowed me briefs today, thankfully, and I didn’t even have to ask for them.
