You enter the room. You order me to kneel on a mat on the floor. My hands behind my head, facing the clock on the wall. I stare at it for a number of minutes, I can feel the anticipation building up within my body. You are silent. You walk toward me placing your bag on the coffee table. I hear the clasps snap open and your taking something out. You order me. "Stand" I promptly move into the correct position. My hands still grasped tightly behind my head. "Touch your toes, please." I lean forward touching my toes. I can feel my body shaking now as my heart races and my blood pumps through it at highspeed. I feel him lifting my dress. He already knows I am wearing no knickers. It is always expected when I am in his presence. He gently parts my folds inspecting me thoroughly. He slowly inserts a finger examining my wetness. He gently adds more fingers, opening me wide. "Have you had many cocks this week?" He asks. "Fourteen, Sir" I replied nervously. "Any anal?" "Yes Sir, Three times Sir" I state meekly. He moves his fingers to inspect my arse. Inserting his wet fingers deep into me. He takes the item he removed from his bag and slowly inserts it into my lubed hole. I can feel myself stretch as I realise what he is inserting. It is a butt plug... I gasp as he pushes it over the last bend just before it slips snuggly into place. "Good girl." He says standing and walking toward the bathroom, leaving me in position exposed in the centre of the room. To Be Continued...