Monday evening arrived like a slow burn. The house was quiet except for the soft hum of the air conditioner and the occasional creak of the floorboards. Carrie stood in front of the full-length mirror in their bedroom, the small velvet box open on the dresser. The sapphire-jeweled plug glinted under the lamp. Rick sat on the edge of the bed, watching her with a mix of awe and barely contained hunger.
“Are you sure about this?” he asked, voice low.
Carrie met his eyes in the reflection, a slow smile spreading across her lips. “I’ve been sure since Joe gave me the box. I want him to take my ass, and I want to feel him even when he’s not here.”
She slipped out of her work skirt and panties, leaving on the sheer black thigh-highs she’d worn all day. Naked from the waist down, she bent slightly, bracing one hand on the dresser. Rick’s breath caught as she reached back, parting her cheeks with gentle fingers.
“Help me, please,” she whispered.
Rick moved behind her, heart pounding. He took the plug from the box, slicked it generously with lube, and pressed the cool tip against her tight ring. Carrie exhaled slowly, relaxing as he eased it in. This was what she read about on the internet. Rick pressed inward, slow and careful, watching her face in the mirror for any sign of discomfort.
The moment the widest part popped past her muscle, she gasped with trembling thighs. “Oh… fuck.” Her voice was breathy and words broken. The plug settled fully with the sapphire base nestling between her cheeks like a secret jewel. She straightened, shifting her weight and feeling the fullness inside her, giving her a constant and intimate reminder of what was coming.
Rick’s hands slid to her hips, steadying her. “How does it feel?”
“Full,” she murmured and she stood back upright. “Like Daddy’s already inside me.”
The word “Daddy” sent a jolt straight to Rick’s cock. He pressed against her from behind, hard through his jeans, fingers drifting down to trace her slick folds. She was already wet, no, dripping. He slid two fingers inside her pussy, slow and gentle, feeling the plug press against the thin wall separating them.
Carrie moaned, head tipping back onto his shoulder. “God, Rick… I’m so sensitive. The plug makes everything… tighter.”
He curled his fingers, stroking softly, thumb brushing her clit. She rocked against his hand, the plug shifting with every movement, sending little sparks through her. “You’re going to be thinking about him all week,” he said, voice rough. “About his cock stretching you like this.”
“Yes,” she breathed. “About Daddy finally taking my ass. I can’t wait. I never wanted to try anal….until now.”
Her phone buzzed on the dresser. Carrie instantly recognized the name. She reached for it, still rocking on Rick’s fingers.
Joe: Wearing it, darling?
Carrie: Yes, Daddy. Just put it in. Feels so good.
Joe: Send proof. Bend over for me. Show Daddy his jewel.
Carrie glanced at Rick, eyes sparkling with mischief. She turned, braced her hands on the bed, and arched her back. Rick stepped aside as she angled the phone behind her, snapping a discreet shot. A shot with her ass framed by the thigh-highs, displaying naughtily the sapphire glinting between her cheeks. She showed the pic quickly to Rick and hit send.
The reply came almost immediately:
Joe: Perfect. Look how pretty you are, plugged for Daddy. Wear it tonight. Squirm for your husband at dinner.
Carrie: I will. Thank you, Daddy.
Another buzz, this time on Rick’s phone. He glanced down and saw a message from Joe.
Joe: She just sent me a picture of that tight little ass plugged with my sapphire. Tonight, tease her ass with your fingers and tongue. Lick around the plug. Make her ache. But no cock in her pussy. Keep her hungry for me. She needs to be desperate by Friday. That is all I ask.
Rick stared at the screen, cock throbbing with arousal, loving the thought of his wife getting fucked in the ass by Joe. The secret layer of control that Joe requested made everything even hotter.
Carrie turned, catching his expression. “What is it?”
Rick pocketed the phone, stepping close again. “Just thinking how lucky I am,” he murmured, kissing her neck. “And how much I’m going to enjoy teasing you tonight.”
She shivered, the plug shifting inside her. “I’m already aching.”
Dinner was torture in the best way. Carrie wore a simple black dress over the thigh-highs and plug, but no panties. Carrie thought it would spice up dinner a bit, but every time she shifted in her chair, the jewel pressed deeper, sending little pulses of pleasure through her. Rick watched her bite her lip, thighs pressing together, knowing exactly why.
Afterward, in the bedroom, Rick followed Joe’s instructions to the letter. Carrie on her knees on the bed, dress hiked up, ass presented. Rick knelt behind her, spreading her cheeks gently, the sapphire jewel catching the low lamplight like a dark promise.
He started slowly, planting soft kisses along the crease of her thigh, then higher, tracing the sensitive skin around the plug’s base with the flat of his tongue. Carrie shivered, a quiet whimper escaping her as he circled the stretched ring, tasting the faint salt of her skin mixed with the lube’s subtle sweetness. The plug shifted slightly with every breath she took, pressing against his tongue as he licked in slow, deliberate strokes, teasing the tight muscle without pushing inside.
“Rick…” Her voice was breathy, needy. “That feels… so good.”
He pressed closer, flattening his tongue against the plug’s base and dragging upward in long, wet licks, then dipping lower to her dripping pussy. He sucked her clit gently, then firmer, alternating with broad strokes that lapped at her folds. Carrie rocked back against his face, the plug making every movement feel fuller, more intense. Her thighs trembled in the thigh-highs, the sheer fabric whispering as she spread wider.
Rick’s hands gripped her hips, holding her steady as he devoured her. His tongue swirled around her clit in tight circles, then dipped inside her pussy to taste how wet she was and how the plug made her even tighter around nothing. He could feel the subtle pressure of the jewel against the thin wall, amplifying every flick, every suck. Carrie’s moans grew higher, more desperate, her fingers clutching the sheets.
He brought her right to the edge, her body tensing and her breath hitching, then eased off, pulling back just enough to leave her trembling and unsatisfied. A soft, frustrated whine escaped her.
“You’re cruel,” she gasped, collapsing forward onto the pillows.
Rick kissed the small of her back, then the curve of one cheek, lingering there. “No,” he murmured against her skin, voice rough with his own denied need. “I’m just keeping you hungry… for Daddy, as he asked, and I am sure that you want. Plus…its fun”
Carrie moaned at the word Daddy, already counting the hours until tomorrow, her body humming with unspent pleasure and the constant, intimate pressure of the plug deep inside her.
Tuesday morning dawned crisp and bright, but Carrie barely noticed. The small sapphire plug had been inside her all night. She felt the shifting with every roll in bed, every step to the bathroom, a constant, intimate reminder of what Joe was going to take. By the time she dressed for work (a fitted pencil skirt, blouse, and the same sheer thigh-highs from last evening), she was already wet from excitement, thighs pressing together as she walked.
She made it through the morning meeting, but by 11:30, the ache was unbearable. Every time she shifted in her chair, the plug pressed deeper, sending little pulses straight to her clit. She excused herself early, claiming a headache, and drove straight to the mansion.
Tink greeted her at the door, the naughty maid outfit pristine just like Friday. The outfit was a short black dress, lace apron, seamed stockings, and gorgeous heels. “Welcome back, Mrs. Carrie,” Tink said with a knowing smile. “Daddy was hoping you would visit soon.”
Carrie’s pulse jumped at the word “Daddy.” Tink led her through the foyer, down a hallway lined with soft sconces, to a private dressing room she hadn’t seen before. Floor-to-ceiling mirrors, a velvet chaise, racks of lingerie glowing under warm lights.
Joe waited inside, leaning against the chaise in a charcoal shirt and dark trousers, silver hair perfectly styled. His hazel eyes darkened the moment she stepped in.
“Carrie,” he said, voice low and warm. “You’re early. Couldn’t wait?”
Carrie bit her lip, cheeks flushing. “The plug… it’s been driving me crazy all morning, Daddy.”
Joe’s smile was slow, approving. “Good girl. Let’s make sure you’re properly dressed for me.”
He gestured to the racks. Carrie slipped out of her skirt and blouse, standing in just the thigh-highs and plug. Joe selected two pieces first.
The first was a luxurious lavender lace ensemble: a sheer, open-cup corset-style bra with delicate straps that framed her breasts perfectly, leaving her nipples exposed, paired with matching high-cut garter panties and sheer purple thigh-high stockings with satin bands at the top. The corset cinched her waist dramatically, pushing her breasts high, while the garter straps connected to the stockings with tiny lavender bows. She stepped into it, adjusting the straps, then turned slowly in front of the mirrors. The purple lace glowed against her skin, the open design teasing every curve, the stockings shimmering as she moved.
Joe circled her, hands gliding over the satin bands, thumbs brushing the exposed skin above the stockings. “Exquisite,” he murmured. “This color makes you look like dessert.” He took a photo of her standing tall, one leg slightly bent, the lavender garters framing her plugged ass and sent it without a word to Rick.
Carrie didn’t see the recipient. She only felt Joe’s approval as he kissed her neck, biting softly, then cupped her breasts through the open cups, rolling her nipples until she gasped.
The second outfit: a daring black-and-red mix. A black lace bra with sheer panels that barely contained her breasts, paired with a high-waisted red satin corset that accentuated her waist and hips. The bottom was matching black lace garter panties with red satin accents and thin red straps connecting to sheer black stockings. The overall effect was bold and seductive with the black lace teasing transparency, the red satin adding a fiery contrast, and the garters framing her thighs and the sapphire plug peeking between.
She posed in front of the mirrors, turning slowly, arching her back so the red corset highlighted the curve of her ass. Joe stepped behind her, his hands roaming and caressing her breasts through the lace. He carefully pinched her nipples until she moaned, before sliding down to cup her ass, his fingers tracing the garter straps.
“On the chaise,” he said softly.
Carrie walked over slowly and reclined with her legs spread wide. Joe knelt between them, pushing the garter panties aside. He removed the small plug slowly, watching her face as it popped free. She whimpered at the sudden emptiness.
He inspected her closely and spread her cheeks. He allowed his thumbs to gently open her tight ring. “Opening up nicely already,” he murmured. “But we can do better.”
He leaned in, tongue tracing the stretched rim in slow, wet circles, then dipping just inside. Carrie’s hips bucked. Joe’s tongue worked her ass thoroughly, then slid lower to her pussy, licking her clit in firm strokes. Two fingers slipped into her pussy, curling while his tongue returned to her ass, rimming and teasing before making her moan “Daddy” over and over.
Carrie came hard from his tongue; her back arching, thighs trembling, the orgasm ripping through her with surprising intensity.
Joe kissed her inner thigh, then stood, wiping his mouth with the back of his hand. He took another photo of her flushed; she was on full display with legs spread and a pussy glistening in the red-and-black lace and sent it to Rick again.
Joe: She just came moaning “Daddy” on my tongue. Ass is ready for more. We should keep her hungry for cum until Friday. Tonight, she is going to blow you and keep you on edge. I have a surprise for you on Friday.
Carrie, still catching her breath, didn’t see it. She only felt Joe’s gentle kiss on her forehead. “Go home to your husband, darling. Tell him how much you love being plugged for me. Tonight, I want you to blow your husband, but don’t let him cum, keep him on edge.”
She nodded before getting dressed, legs shaky, and left with the small plug back in place.
That night, Carrie recounted the visit to Rick. Her story consisted of partial truths, leaving out the photos and the texts as she was unaware of that occurring, but Rick knew. She knelt between his legs on the bed, eyes locked on his as she took him into her mouth. She sucked him slowly, lovingly, then faster. She took him deep and sloppy, edging him expertly and bringing him to the brink over and over.
When he groaned, she pulled off with a soft pop, smiling wickedly. “Not yet, baby. Daddy wants you to save it for Friday.”
Rick shuddered, aching, knowing Joe’s instructions were being followed to the letter without Carrie ever realizing the depth of the game.
Wednesday afternoon found Carrie slipping out of the office early again, filled with anticipation she could barely contain. The small sapphire plug had been inside her since Monday night, its familiar and constant pressure made every movement a quiet torment of arousal. By mid-afternoon, the ache had grown unbearable; she needed more of the promise of what was coming.
She drove to the mansion, thighs pressed together, the plug shifting with every bump in the road. Tink greeted her at the door with that same knowing smile, the naughty maid outfit impeccable as always. “Welcome, Mrs. Carrie. Daddy has prepared everything for you.”
Tink led her through the familiar hallways to a different wing this time. The hallway led to a private spa suite she hadn’t seen before. Soft lighting, scented candles, a wide massage table draped in crisp white sheets, shelves of oils and lotions. Sophia waited inside, also in her maid uniform, hands folded demurely.
“Daddy wants you treated like the queen you are today,” Tink said softly. “We’ll take care of every inch.”
Carrie’s cheeks flushed. She stripped out of her work clothes under their watchful eyes, standing naked except for the thigh-highs and the plug. Tink gently guided her onto the table, face down, the sapphire jewel catching the light between her cheeks. It was a perfect day for the spa and some pampering.
Sophia started with her brows, gently and precisely plucking the hairs, shaping them into perfect arches while Tink warmed scented oil in her palms. The oil was poured over Carrie’s back, warm and silky, and two sets of hands soon began the massage. Their strong and experienced fingers working knots from her shoulders, and then sliding down her spine before kneading her lower back. Carrie sighed at their touch, melting into the table.
Then came the waxing. Tink and Sophia worked in tandem, applying warm wax to her underarms, bikini line, and upper thighs. Carrie’s breath hitched as they spread her cheeks gently, removing every trace of hair around her ass and pussy. The warmth, the slight sting, and the cool air afterward all heightened her sensitivity. When the last strip was pulled away, Tink leaned in close, inspecting with a soft hum.
“Almost perfect,” she murmured. “Let me check for smoothness.” Before Carrie could process it, Tink’s tongue was licking her ass with slow and deliberate licks over the freshly waxed skin of her pussy lips. Her tongue slowly moved higher and began to circle the stretched rim around the plug. The sensation was electric against freshly bare skin. Sophia joined her sister by licking the other side, their tongues meeting in gentle strokes, tasting Carrie’s arousal and ensuring not a single hair remained.
Carrie moaned, hips rocking instinctively. “Oh God…”
Tink’s tongue dipped lower, finding and flicking Carrie’s clit while Sophia continued rimming around the plug’s base. The dual assault had Carrie trembling, thighs shaking in the thigh-highs. She could no longer contain herself and came hard with her body clenching around the plug as waves of pleasure rolled through her.
The servants pulled away and stepped back with satisfied smiles. “Smooth as silk for Daddy.”
Joe entered soon after with his shirt sleeves rolled up and his silver hair catching the light. He took in the sight on the table and smiled, seeing Carrie flushed and glowing on the table with her thighs slick and the plug still in place.
“Beautiful,” he said in a low voice. He helped her up, leading her to the attached room and guiding her to a chaise in the corner where a new outfit waited: a black open-back teddy with lace panels that would leave her breasts and pussy exposed and garter straps connecting to sheer black stockings.
Carrie smiled as she slipped into it, feeling the cool fabric against her freshly waxed skin. Joe circled her slowly, watching and letting his hands glide over the lace and his thumbs brushing her nipples through the sheer cups. He stops and kisses her deeply with his tongue sweeping against hers as one hand slid down to cup her ass.
“On the chaise again,” he murmured.
Carrie nods as she sits and reclines, knowing what Joe wanted and spreading her legs. Joe knelt down before he pushed the teddy aside. He removed the small plug slowly and he watched her face as it popped free. Her reaction, the soft plop noise as it was pulled out, made him smile wide before hearing her whimper at the emptiness.
He leaned down and inspected her closely, using his hands to spread her cheeks wide, opening her tight ring. “You’re opening up so nicely for me,” he said softly. “Look how pretty this little hole is getting.”
His tongue followed his words, leaving slow, wet circles around the rim. But soon his tongue dipped just inside, tasting her. Carrie moaned as her hips lifted. Joe’s tongue worked her ass thoroughly, then slid lower to her pussy, licking her clit in firm strokes. Two fingers slipped into her pussy, curling upwards while his tongue returned to her ass, teasing and making her moan “Daddy” over and over.
He brought her to the edge twice with his fingers and tongue, but then eased off, leaving her trembling and desperate. “Not yet,” he whispered against her skin. “You need to stay hungry for me.”
“Now,” he said, reaching for the velvet box. “It’s time to move up.”
He selected the medium plug, which was thicker and heavier, with an emerald jewel base that caught the light like deep green fire. He slicked it generously, then pressed the tip against her ring.
“Relax for Daddy,” he whispered.
Carrie exhaled slowly, pushing back as he eased it in. The stretch was more intense than the small one, her asshole burning sweetly as the widest part passed her muscle. She gasped, fingers clutching the chaise, thighs trembling. When it finally settled fully, the emerald base nestled snugly between her cheeks, she let out a long, shaky moan.
“God… Daddy… it’s so full.”
Joe kissed her inner thigh, then her lower back. “Perfect. You’re taking it so well. Feel how it presses deeper? That’s what Friday will be like… only much bigger.”
He took a final photo of her on the chaise, legs spread and the black teddy framing her plugged ass. He smiled as he attached it in a message and sent it to Rick.
Carrie dressed, legs shaky, and left with the plug still in place and the teddy hidden beneath her work clothes.
At home that evening, she told Rick about the spa day and how the servants had pampered her, how smooth she was now and how Joe had inspected her. She didn’t mention the licking or the photos. At dinner, the plug and the open-back teddy made her squirm constantly, thighs pressing together under the table.
Later, in the bedroom, she knelt for Rick as instructed the night before. She took him into her mouth slowly, lovingly, then faster, before edging him expertly. When he groaned and got close, she pulled off, smiling wickedly. “Not yet, baby. Daddy wants you to save it. He wants us to have lots of fun Friday”
Rick shuddered, but he knew through the secret texts from Joe that this was the plan. Rick knew that he was going to get a surprise on Friday, but the game was deepening. Carrie thought she was in control tonight, but she was secretly falling further into it.
Thursday morning brought a restless energy Carrie could no longer ignore. The emerald plug had been pressing deeper with every movement during the night. She’d barely slept, thighs slick with arousal from mind replaying Joe’s tongue on her ass, the way he’d said she was “opening up nicely.” By 9 a.m., she was texting Joe from the office bathroom.
Carrie: Daddy, I can’t focus. The medium plug is too much… I need you.
Joe: Then come to me, darling. Skip the day. Daddy will take care of you.
She didn’t hesitate. She sent a quick email claiming a family emergency, grabbed her purse, and drove to the mansion, the plug shifting with every turn, making her gasp at stoplights.
Tink opened the door with a warm smile. “Daddy’s in the playroom, Mrs. Carrie. He’s been waiting.”
The playroom was new to her, making her question how many sexual-related rooms he had here. The playroom was a spacious suite with dark wood paneling, a wide padded bench, mirrors on three walls, and a low chaise piled with soft towels and oils. Joe stood near the bench in dark trousers and an open charcoal shirt, silver chest hair catching the low light. His hazel eyes drank her in as she stepped inside.
“You’re desperate today,” he said, voice low and knowing. “I can see it.”
Carrie nodded, cheeks flushed. “I’ve been aching since yesterday, Daddy. The plug… your tongue… I need more.”
Joe closed the distance, cupping her face and kissing her deeply as his tongue swept against hers. His hands roamed down her back, cupping her ass through her skirt, feeling the plug’s base. “Let’s see how much you’ve opened for me.”
He guided her to the bench, bending her over it so her hands braced the padded surface, and hiked her skirt up. Tink and Sophia entered quietly, standing at the edges of the room, watching with professional interest. Joe knelt behind her and slid her panties aside. He removed the medium plug slowly, watching her face in the mirror as it popped free. Carrie whimpered at the emptiness while her hips rocked instinctively.
Joe spread her cheeks wide, thumbs gently opening her tight ring. “Look at this,” he murmured. “So pink, so ready. You’re stretching beautifully for Daddy.”
He leaned in as his tongue traced the rim with slow circles, then dipping deeper, fucking her ass with soft, insistent strokes. Carrie moaned, pushing back against his face. Joe’s tongue worked her thoroughly, then slid lower to her pussy, licking her clit in firm, rhythmic strokes while two fingers slipped into her dripping folds, curling to stroke her G-spot.
Carrie’s knees buckled. “Daddy… please…”
He brought her to the edge before he then eased off, denying her release. He did it again, and again, edging her mercilessly until she was trembling, begging.
“On your knees,” he commanded.
Carrie turned, dropping to her knees on the soft rug. Joe freed his thick cock, already hard and leaking. She looked up at him, eyes glassy. “Please, Daddy… let me taste you.”
He cupped her chin. “Show me how much you need it.”
Carrie took him into her mouth eagerly as her lips stretched around his girth. She looked up at his face as her tongue swirled around the head, tasting his precum. She bobbed slowly at first, then faster, before getting sloppy and desperate. Saliva dripped down her chin as her mascara began to run as she gagged softly from taking him deep. Tink quietly stepped closer, holding a small towel, watching with quiet approval. Sophia adjusted the lighting so every angle reflected in the mirrors.
Carrie’s hands cupped his smooth balls, rolling them gently while her mouth worked him deep and enthusiastically. Joe groaned, letting his fingers thread through her hair as he guided her rhythm. “That’s it… worship Daddy’s cock. You’re going to take it in your ass tomorrow.”
She moaned around him, the vibration making his hips flex. She sucked harder and faster until Joe pulled her off with a wet pop.
“Enough,” he said, voice rough. “You’re dripping for me. Let’s see how ready you are.”
He helped her back onto the bench, spreading her wide again. He inspected her closely as his fingers teased her pussy, then slid them into her ass, stretching her gently. “Perfect,” he murmured with a soft grin. “Tomorrow, this will be mine.”
He reached for the largest plug that shined with a deep ruby jewel. He slicked it generously with lube from the nearby nightstand and pressed it against her ring. Carrie exhaled slowly as he eased it in, feeling it thicker than anything before and gasping as it stretched her wide. When the widest part popped past her muscle, she cried out with shaking thighs. The ruby base settled between her cheeks, heavy and unyielding.
Joe kissed her lower back. “Wear this tonight. Tell him how full you are for Daddy.”
He took a final photo of her bent over and largest plug shining and sent it to Rick.
Then he texted:
Joe: She just took the largest plug. Moaned “Daddy” the whole time. She’s dripping, begging for all three holes. Tonight, have her ride your face and lick around the plug, teasing her clit. But no orgasm for her. Keep her desperate for tomorrow. I’ll send more instructions.
Carrie dressed shakily, the largest plug making every step a challenge. She left the mansion with a promise from Joe: “Tomorrow night, I claim what’s mine.”
That evening, Rick came home to find Carrie on their bed, skirt hiked up, fingers circling her clit slowly, phone propped on a pillow. She was on video call with Joe, voice breathy. “Please, Daddy… take all three of my holes. My pussy, my mouth… my ass. I need you so bad.”
Rick froze in the doorway, cock instantly hard. Carrie looked up, eyes glazed, not stopping. “He’s here now, Daddy,” she said into the phone. “Rick’s watching me beg you.”
Joe’s voice came through the speaker, calm and commanding. “Good girl. Let him watch. Tonight, ride his face. Let him lick around that big plug, tease your clit. But no cumming. Save it for me tomorrow.”
Carrie moaned, fingers moving faster. Rick stepped closer, stripping off his shirt. He climbed onto the bed, lying back as Carrie straddled his face, the ruby plug glinting between her cheeks
