"Do you want to be a very good girl for me, sweetheart?"
The text came in about an hour before Craftsmate was supposed to arrive. I had just showered and I had just slipped on my clothing. I picked up my phone and texted back: “Always.”
I like when he shifts to that tone with no warning and texts me something like that. It makes me feel owned and dirty in the best way.
"Then wear your plug for me when you leave the house. You’ll be walking around the neighborhood with me with it in you."
I hesitated for a moment before texting back: “Yes, Sir.”
I slid my shorts down to around my knees and took my plug and lube out. Carefully, I lubed up the plug and my asshole, taking my time as it had been a little while since I last wore it. I slid the plug in carefully and pulled my panties and shorts back up. After making sure I had stopped blushing and taking care to straighten my shorts, I went to do my hair, barely able to ignore the fullness in my ass.
When he arrived, he didn’t ask if the plug was in. As we walked to lunch, I stopped when we turned onto a basically empty street and guided his hand to my ass. He had to lean down a bit and applied some pressure to the plug, drawing a low moan out of me.
"What a good girl," he grinned, waiting until we had reached another empty expanse of street to once more apply some firm pressure to the handle of the plug and make me squirm. “Do you feel all filled up for me?"
I blushed and nodded.
“Well, good,” he replied, brushing some of my hair off of my shoulder, “because you’re leaving it in for when I fuck you later.” He smirked, relishing taunting me, “think you’ll feel just too filled up then? Is it gonna be too much? You’re so tiny, after all.”