“It’s a plug and pegs day, Princess.”

He needn’t tell me any more than that. Just one line and I’ve opened my desk drawer, which houses among the usual stationery supplies, a slim plug, two wooden clothes pegs and a tube of thick, viscous lube. I keep these things at hand for just such directions and quickly slip the plug deep into my ass, shivering as the cold lube squelches, and pull my breasts from my bra to affix the pegs, their tight springs clenching my sensitive flesh. Already I can feel my pulse around the plug, throbbing as the burn of the clothes pegs sears my soft tits, tucking them back into my bra and straightening my shirt. My mind is already growing fuzzy at the edges and the floaty feeling of His control is taking over. I will work at my desk this way until He has me stop. Endurance is a huge kink for me. Suffering for Him makes me deliriously high.

“Filled and pegged.” I reply

“Good girl. One hour.”

“Yes, Daddy. Thank you.”

 

 

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