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******************* Jeff wasn't good at short snappy messages! But I was kind of stunned. Seriously, dildo? Butt plug? Wearing the leather jock was nasty enough. *******************
Part 9: Virtual Play
That evening I unpacked both the dildo and butt plug. I wasn't so sure inanimate objects would do anything for me. Tasteless, no scent. What was the point?
Then I stood in just my jock in front of my mirror and shoved the smooth dildo into my mouth. I expected to spit it back out, to reject its seemingly pointless blandness. I'd seen people suck them in porn like crazy but that was acting.
Then I stared deeply into my emerald eyes. Checked my leather jock, saw it bulging and then started blowing it for real.
Conditioned' is always a strong and powerful word but I accept that's what Jeff did to me. Trained' just wouldn't cut it, no, he saw a chance and took it. To condition me into the slut I am. Leaving me with two toys was all part of the process. It was all part of opening me up, of teaching me technique and feeding my hunger.
Feeding this hunger around classes was hard. Especially when he sent me simple messages: Focus on your assignments' Big economics exam in three weeks, start the revision' `Don't get distracted'
Don't get distracted? I was really trying not too, I was really trying to make sure my essays stayed up to scratch, my calculations didn't mess up whilst also looking at or remembering the two toys in my room.
I'd throughly pumped my ass for a couple of nights. After 2hrs of careful breathing and lube I'd managed to get the butt plug into my ass on the Thursday as a trial for the Friday evening.
I was edgy, all of Friday afternoon and early evening, excited that he was going to turn the plug on on the Friday night. Lots of lube, plenty of stretching of my ass and it slid in, ready for him that night 9pm-11pm as he told me. I'd messaged him to tell him it was in, turned on. He'd read the message and then. Nothing. Nothing at all. I tried to stay totally calm `don't message, don't get bitchy' I repeated in my head. At 11pm with a massive groan into my pillow I let it out. Lube everywhere. I turned it off. Plugged it into charge and went to sleep.
The following morning I followed the same deal. Lubed up and pushed it in. My ass a little looser and welcoming of the plug. Again it was turned on, ready. I messaged him, he read it and ignored me.
You know it, I now know it. He was conditioning me to realise I wasn't the one who bossed. He did. Again I moaned as I pushed it out two hours later.
The Sunday afternoon came. Two sessions with the plug in my ass, no vibrations, lots of frustration. But being good I lubed up and pushed it in just before 3pm. This time I didn't message. I just lay on my back, legs bent at my knees. At 3.36pm suddenly there was a popping in my ass. A regular beat "fffuuuccckk" I so nearly screamed. I was followed by more intense vibrations, then less, then more. All with different rhythms and speeds. Then a message from Jeff: Show me your face' I reversed my camera, snapped a picture. My eyes bulging a bit, my mouth wide open. Nice now one with that dildo in your mouth' came quickly and again I took it sending it and his reply rapid `nice'.
At 4.02pm the plug stopped buzzing. Nothing more. No message from Jeff. I looked inside my jock, I was creaming a bit, fuck!
I sat there, feeling nasty, incredible, filthy. Used virtually. God knows where he was.
I took the plug out at 5pm. Wiped it down. Stored it in my sock drawer. Some TV, dinner, then bed, then at 11.23pm Jeff messaged me again: `See you tomorrow birthday boy x'
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