In public

It was a requirement that she wear her training plug out in public sometime during the week. She had no complaints. She was eager to comply.

Although, strictly speaking, she had five days in which to satisfy his request, she saw no reason to delay. Yet, her day was getting away from her. One task had simply led to the other.

Now, with only an hour before she was due at her son's school, she wondered if she should dare to use this formal occasion as her plug's first outing. It had, of course, accompanied her in her handbag, but this was a different matter altogether.

As the minutes ticked away, the idea appealed to her more and more, and she went to her bedroom and inserted it; prepared the dinner, carried on with her tasks.

As she waited in the hall for their turn to go in to talk to the panel of teachers, she sat on a chair and was aware of being filled. She squeezed her muscles around it and felt the plug tighten its grip; wedge itself more into her body.

Soon, they were called inside and she shook each teacher's hand warmly and gracefully. There were smiles all round. On the outside she was an attractive mother, dressed tastefully in black; on the inside she was also co-ordinated; another black accessory. Yet, her progressive transformation could not be seen; only felt.

Her first public foray as a fucktoy pleased her immensely.