As I slid into a pair of heels.
As I teetered into the bathroom with a bottle of lube and a plug.
As I began to massage my pussy with liberally lubed fingers, panties nipping at my ankles.
As I started to gently moan in ecstasy, one hand pressing against the tiles for support, the other working my tight hole, loosening it, warming it up, preparing it for the plug.
As I slathered the plug in lube and then bent forward, using the wall behind me to help push it slowly into my now burning pussy.
As I pulled my panties up and pressed the plug as deep as it would sit inside of me.
As I clenched my ass cheeks tight to hold it in place.
As I made my way into the kitchen, a dull ache throbbing in my pussy.
As I sat in front of the computer and ground my ass into the chair to secure that plug and feel it stretch me even further.
As I felt my limp clit slowly leak into my panties.
As I fantasised about being forced to dress, to obey, to become a willing obedient girl.
As I began to type this.
I did wonder.
How did it come to this?
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