It’s not going to fit. There’s no way this thing is actually going to fit inside of me. Bits of paper and plastic litter the pristine billowy comforter, looking at odds with the rest of the room. A little pile of chaos. Just like my insides.
What was I thinking, buying something so obscene? I squeeze my eyes shut as guilt and shame slam into me so hard I nearly lose my breath. Will my depravity know no end?
A heavy sigh drifts from my lips as I shuffle through the bits of cardboard, fairly mutilated with how anxious I was to get into the package. Perfect Fit Fantasies. Perfect fit... It still looks far too big.
The woman on the back smiles from ear to ear, her happiness and satisfaction fairly oozing from her as she holds the butt plug in her hand. She looks so sure of herself, so confident that this one particular sexual device will answer all her problems.
But then, she’s paid to look that way. There’s no guarantee it’s even in her or ever has been. Squinting down at the mangled instructions, tears blur my vision for a moment. This is ridiculous. I should be ecstatic. Finally, I’ll know at least a little bit of what the girls at school are talking about.
Granted, it’s not as satisfying as I’m sure it will be with a man, but I have to start somewhere. Right? Again, I do my best to read the instructions, but somehow, I managed to rip open the package just well enough that not everything is clear.
I’m sure a video would elucidate it for me. Why didn’t I think of that before? Probably because I’m too busy overthinking things.
Heck, I’m already a mess while the plug sits innocently on my lap. How neurotic am I going to be when I actually try to use the darn thing? Again, I have to wonder if this is all a mistake. If I’m this on edge, maybe I should just say no.
But then, I’m in too deep to stop now. Pulling a bit of hair out of my eyes, I tuck the strands behind my ear and glance over at the door. Silence. My heart pounds in my chest as my fingers drift down to the enormous hunk of metal sitting there looking menacing as it gleams up at me.
Giving my servants the day off while my parents are away is either the best or worst idea I’ve ever had. As I turn the object over a few times before resting it against my palm, I wonder if it will end up being the worst. If something goes wrong, who will help me?
I toss my head back as a very unladylike snort drifts from my nose. Nothing bad is going to happen. Nothing bad can happen.
It’s not like the other girls needed help when they tried these things. Not that they would actually admit to needing assistance. But then, again, I don’t know how many of them actually have servants to help even if it was needed.
I’m overthinking things. I just have to watch a video and see that there’s nothing to be worried about. If these girls can shove all manner of objects into any opening they wish, then I should be fine with a plug that’s specifically designed for such a purpose.
Pulling out my communicator, I take one more hesitant glance over at the door. No matter how many times I look over there, it’s going to be the same. My parents are gone for the rest of the week. The servants are with their families until tonight or tomorrow morning.
I’m alone.
All alone.
Then why do I still feel so guilty?
Again, I look down at the shiny hunk of metal, my stomach sinking. I know why. Even if it’s not an Alpha, I’m still defiling myself. Mother would be so ashamed and aghast if she knew what I was contemplating right now.
Indecision and guilt war inside me until I can no longer think. Resting back against the fluffy pillows, I type in a quick search. Looking won’t hurt. Will it?
My eyes widen as I scroll through all the different tips and tricks. Most of them mention lube. Lots and lots of lube. Isn’t that just my luck that it’s the one thing I didn’t grab? Silly me. I thought everything would come with the package.
A frown mars my face as I lean back over and sift through the wreckage. Honestly, I could have just overlooked it. As my fingers brush through the bits and pieces, my nail grazes against something a bit different. It’s not paper or plasticky like the container. This is something else.
My heart skips a beat as excitement thrums through my system like a live, crackling wire. There, attached to the underside of part of the packaging, are two small vials. Honestly, they look more like those little individual anti-aging potions than something as nefarious as lube.
“Lubricant,” I mutter out loud as I turn the first one over in my hand. “Anal Relaxer,” as I turn over the second.
Maybe I don’t need both. The lube is bad enough. Besides, out of all the articles I’ve seen, only one mentioned any sort of relaxer. Best to stick with whatever seems to work the best.
I squirm on the bed as I imagine the idea of my bottom hole being relaxed. It’s almost worse than imagining putting this plug up me. It can’t be healthy at all.
Switching over to a new tab, I pull up some film clips to help me better understand what it is I need to do. I click on the first one, sighing in relief as a doctor stands proudly with a clipboard. See. Medicinal. A doctor wouldn’t endorse this action if it were wrong.
“Hi, I’m Doctor Feel Good,” he rumbles, his deep Alpha voice nearly vibrating through the screen. “Today, we’re going to learn all about anal pleasuring. Come over here as I see to my newest patient, Trixie.”
Odd name notwithstanding, I find myself relaxing as he drones on in that professional voice while putting Trixie at ease. However, as he gives her a typical medical examination, things take a turn for the bizarre. Why is she having to undress for him to hear her heartbeat?
His hands roam over her chest in a hot, fierce, possessive way, making my insides twist in a rather uncomfortable fashion. When he teases her nipples, I nearly drop the communicator as shock floods my insides. Even when going in for a womanly exam, no one has ever touched me like that.
What he’s doing can’t possibly be legal... And yet, his credentials stand out proudly on the wall. The glare makes it almost impossible to see what all the words are, but it’s clear he’s a professional.
Biting down on my lower lip, I continue to watch, fascinated, as he spreads her legs apart. Though I’m no stranger to my own anatomy, seeing as I keep it very clean, it’s quite a shocking thing to see another’s. Her body drips as she leans back, while soft moans drift from her lips.
Is this what I’ve been missing out on? With tentative fingers, I pull down my leggings just far enough to gain access to my underwear. I don’t even have to shove it to the side to know I’m leaking just as much as she is. But I’ve never leaked before. How is this normal?
Transfixed, I continue to watch as he slides a finger into her. My pulse pounds in my ears as her cries grow louder. What does this have to do with anal needs? It still doesn’t make sense to me, but if I’m going to get an education, I might as well get more than just the back entrance.
Besides, it’s not as if Mother would be open to having such conversations. The few times I’ve tried to bring it up, I was met with her urging me to wait for my Alpha mate to teach me such things. Unfortunately, since we’re tied to the government and forced to wait for them to find our perfect match, I could be old and wrinkled before walking down the aisle.
That is, if I even get matched at all. I know several older, very prominent women who have remained unmatched, even in their eighties. I don’t want to wait until I’m unable to enjoy the act of being married to know about what happens between an Alpha and an omega.
The girls at school are no help either. They talk about things I don’t understand. And, instead of explaining, they simply giggle behind their hands and carry on as if I’m not there. It’s not fair that we run in the same social circles, and yet they are allowed to date and experience life with other men.
I’m stuck in this stone tower, celibate, waiting for my Alpha Prince Charming to match with me and show me the ways of the world. Or at the very least, how to derive the same sort of pleasure the woman screaming on the table seems to be having. Her nasally cries fill the room, sending a shaft of guilt through me.
If my parents found out about this... But they won’t. They can’t. No one will ever know. It will be my little secret.
Pursing my lips, I drag the slider over until the woman climbs onto her hands and knees and presents her bottom to the doctor. This is the part I need to see. He glides his fingers over the back hole, making her shudder and cry out again.
Between my legs, my private parts begin to throb and ache. More of that odd liquid gathers at my entrance and soaks the gusset of my underwear. Even when I clamp my thighs shut, it doesn’t help. In fact, it only makes it worse.
A groan of frustration flits from my lips, overshadowing Trixie’s passionate cries as he plops a dollop of liquid against the puckering back hole. I do my best to tune it out as I concentrate on the mechanics of what the doctor is doing. He doesn’t seem to put that much on her, so maybe what I got in the packet is just enough?
He continues to slide his fingers into her, but I scroll through again, not completely understanding the purpose to his actions. Finally, after what feels like an eternity, he brings up the metal plug and rests the tip against the back entrance. I hold my breath as he coaxes her, telling her what to do as he pushes it in.
On his command, she breathes out and relaxes, allowing him to insert it a bit more. The pulsing between my legs becomes harder to ignore as I watch the scene in front of me. Squirming again, I shift about until I can find a more comfortable position.
I force myself to concentrate on the video, and not on the growing heat spreading through my body. Honestly, the whole process doesn’t seem so difficult. In fact, I think I was worried for nothing.
With a smile, I pick up the plug again as I wait for him to pull it out. Only, he doesn’t. Instead, he slides his medical jacket off, revealing him to be completely naked. With a loud shriek, I toss the phone down onto my bed and look away as he fondles his anatomy between his thighs. It’s impossibly huge, to the point where I don’t understand how it can stand so tall and erect.
Wouldn’t the weight alone make it stay limp? Not that I know anything about the male anatomy, really. Just the bits and pieces I’ve picked up from my various conversations. Seeing the male anatomy in its fullest is something else altogether.
Unease flits through my body as I pick up the plug and compare sizes. It’s got to be at least double in girth, and the plug itself is far more massive than I anticipated. Maybe I should be grateful I’m about to insert this into me instead of him.
Unable to face my fears, I continue the video on to the end. Both seem spent, gasping, sweaty messes, as he rolls her over and tugs at the plug. It slips out without any resistance or effort. Easy peasy. Nothing to it. All I have to do is relax.
