Starting Over — 2
I answered him, then ended the voice call.
The remote session hadn't lasted long, but the pleasure refused to fade. When I came back to myself, I found my hand already there — rubbing my clit, unconscious, automatic.
"Ahh... haah... haaahn...!"
I pressed down on the swollen bud and traced slow, gentle circles. Pressure and motion stacked on each other, and heat began to bloom through my lower body. Soon the finger pinning my clit was spinning faster and faster.
I couldn't govern a body that remote training had already driven into heat. I masturbated. Not by choice — a conditioned reflex, nothing more.
I was Pavlov's bitch. That was all I had become: a bitch trained to go into heat on command and finger herself without a single thought.
As I touched myself, the words he'd spoken through the phone came flooding back. Each one felt like it was waking something primal, and my body burned hotter for it.
"Nngh... haah...!!"
I kept going, imagining his voice, until I finally hit the peak. An orgasm tore through me; a thin spray of squirt burst from my cunt, and every ounce of strength left my body. I collapsed where I lay, completely limp.
"Haaahn... hiihk... hehhn....♥"
I stayed there gasping, dragging in rough breaths, and then my eyes found the anal plug he'd sent.
Ugh... anal stretching.... What am I supposed to do... Do I have to do an enema too... I've never done anal... Do I even have enema solution at home...
The moment I looked at the plug, dread rolled in at the thought of having to stretch myself open. But between the remote session and the desperate masturbation that followed, my body had gone so heavy and languid that my eyelids simply slid shut....
It was the weekend, but I woke at roughly the same hour as always. The moment I opened my eyes I stripped and headed for the bathroom.
May sat in that stretch of the calendar between spring and summer. I hadn't even cracked a window, and still the view outside radiated brightness and warmth.
I had a motel reserved. The toy bag was already packed — everything I'd washed and dried the night before, stuffed in and ready.
Mid-shower, something occurred to me. I thumbed my phone awake and opened KakaoTalk.
I sent the message, then went back to showering.
When I finished, I checked the bag to make sure I hadn't forgotten any of the toys, straightened everything, got dressed, and headed down to the parking garage. On the way I opened the car app, remote-started the engine, set the navigation, then pulled up KakaoMap and searched for a nearby pharmacy.
There was one less than a minute from the apartment. I left the car running and walked over.
I pushed open the pharmacy door and spoke to the pharmacist.
"One enema kit, please."
I woke in a haze, still half inside the dream. I'd masturbated myself into such a limp, heavy state the night before that I'd simply passed out on the bed.
The C-string egg from yesterday's package lay on the floor, completely dried out. The anal plug was still in its wrapping, unopened.
I reached for my phone to check the time.
A KakaoTalk from him was waiting.
The clock said it was around ten in the morning. The message had come five minutes ago. I started typing a reply.
My fingers stopped. It hit me — I'd passed out last night exactly as I was. I hadn't done the enema. I hadn't done any anal stretching at all.
That last line slid into me like a blade of cold air.
My hands stopped on the keyboard. Even typing it — even putting that humiliating instruction into a chat window — made shame crawl up my throat.
I hesitated a beat too long, and he spoke first.
A strange thought snagged at me.
Wait... yesterday he definitely told me to do an enema, stretch my ass, and come wearing the anal plug too... Now that I think about it, he didn't mention any of that in the chat. Did he forget...?
It felt off, but I decided he'd simply forgotten and let it go.
I stripped completely and went into the bathroom to shower. Washing myself clean left my mind feeling clean with it — strangely, almost brightly so. I was on my way to be eaten by him. Or, looked at another way, to be treated like livestock. And still, for some reason, I felt refreshed.
If someone asked whether I was afraid, saying no would have been a lie. But the fear was smaller than I'd expected. What rose in its place was anticipation.
The only toy I'd used yesterday was the C-string egg I'd worn in my cunt, so I rinsed that under the water, scrubbed it with hand soap, and rinsed it again. I dried what was left of the moisture, gathered it up, and stepped out of the bathroom.
Naked, exactly as he'd told me to come prepared, I eased the C-string egg into my cunt.
"Nnh.... nngh... haah.."
A small moan slipped out of me before I could stop it. The egg seated itself inside my vagina as easily as if it had been made to lock into place.
"Ahh..."
With the C-string egg in, I put on my panties and bra, then the rest of my clothes. I packed the toys he'd sent me into a bag and got ready to go meet him.
I arrived at the agreed place — Konkuk University Station. He wasn't there, or at least I couldn't see him. Maybe he was coming by car. Holding onto that thought, I started down the station stairs.
With every step, the egg shifted inside me, and a foreign weight turned over in my belly.
Nngh... I can't stop noticing it...
That intrusive presence down there kept pulling at my attention. It wasn't even vibrating, and still it felt like something was writhing inside me. Is this a placebo effect...?
I came off the stairs and turned into the alley immediately to the right. Cars were parked along it in a solid line.
When is he getting here...
I was standing there thinking of nothing but when he would show when, without warning, the egg inside my cunt shuddered to life.
"!!! Haah....!"
My legs jerked. A moan almost broke out of my mouth; I crushed it down to a thin sound and held it there.
My phone buzzed.
"Nnnn... haah... hhk... hh...."
I looked. A white Avante sat there waiting.
Even through text, the reply was absolute.
I set one careful foot in front of the other and walked toward the Avante, a half-step at a time, keeping my thighs just close enough together that no one watching would see how close I was to coming apart. Every stride sent the vibration rolling through my cunt. More than once I had to stop, my legs threatening to give, and I nearly sank to the pavement. I made it to the passenger door by sheer will, pulled it open, and climbed in.
"Ah... hello..."
"Hello. You walked over just fine, I see."
"Yes..."
"Then let's head to the motel."
The engine caught. A moment later the car pulled out and started toward the motel.
The vibration never stopped, but with the egg seated and held inside me I began, little by little, to adapt. The atmosphere in the car was faintly awkward. I let my eyes wander the interior — and then I noticed a small box sitting in the cup holder.
What's that...?
"You brought all the toys?"
"Ah... yes... one of them...."
"One of them what?"
"Ah... I... I'm wearing it..."
"Where? Say it properly."
".... In my... cunt..."
Shame and embarrassment flooded me as I said it, and my cunt grew wetter for the saying.
"Good girl. Let's get to the motel."
"Yes..."
He parked. We got our room assignment at the front desk, took the keycard, and stepped into the elevator. Even there, he made no move to shut the egg off.
From the moment we left the car to the moment the elevator doors closed, he didn't say a single word to me.
Nngh... I've gotten used to having it in, but the stimulation is still...
The elevator stopped on the fourteenth floor and the doors opened. We walked to the assigned room — 1402 — and he tapped the keycard against the lock.
"You go in first."
He sent me in ahead of him. I stepped inside, slipped off my shoes, and set down the bag of toys — and behind me, the door lock clicked shut.
In that same instant—
"Kyah!"
He seized a fistful of my hair and bent me over at the waist, then yanked the panties down from under the skirt I'd worn here, baring me in one hard pull.
"Hey."
"Haah... yes...!"
"You didn't put in the anal plug?"
"Haah... th... that's.... after the call ended yesterday... I fell asleep and I... forgot..."
"Hah."
"Hhk.. I... I'm sorry...!!"
If I thought about it honestly, it wasn't even something that warranted an apology. But my body had already decided for me. The sorry came out as a reflex, unconditional, automatic.
"I figured. I already expected this."
He pushed the small box I'd glimpsed in the car into my line of sight, right in front of my face.
"That's why I brought this."
"Th..this is.. what..? Haah...!♥"
"What...!??!?! W-w-wait..!!!"
There was no time to stop him. He tore the box open, popped the cap off the enema, and drove the nozzle into my fully exposed asshole without a shred of mercy, squeezing the liquid in.
"Huk... KYAAAAAAAH!!!!!!! NOOO..!!!!!"