Body

One thing that I know for sure: I am a pleaser. It’s just a fact.

There is a significant percentage of people in society who are pleasers and I have often wondered why. There must be some sort of evolutionary reason to support this as a successful strategy for a member of the species to survive.

Has it been successful in my case? Well, I’ll let you decide…

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Rosa arrived home later than normal and when she walked in the door I could tell that she was a little tipsy.

That’s OK with me. I’m not her wife.

We had been living together for over a year and we dated on and off for most of the ten years we’ve known each other before that. So, I’m used to her habits. I wasn’t sitting around worrying about her or anything.

“Babe!” she said as she hugged me. “Great news at work today! Mariana is leaving the company.”

“Oh!” I said, confused. “She’s one of your best friends there. That sucks, doesn’t it?”

“She’s fucking brilliant!” Rosa said as she let me go and started to take off her coat. “That’s the thing. She’s prepared to start her own company and she wants me to be the head of the marketing department.”

“That’s awesome!” I said. “Are you… are you going to work for her?”

At this moment, I was battling the age old worry about how a job change might affect our finances. Rosa worked as a manager in marketing at a large software company. She’s really good at her job and makes a great salary and, well… I often make less than minimum wage, so… yeah. I’m kind of dependent on her.

We are both carnies. Or… we were. Unfortunately, our traveling show, “El Circo de las Mujeres Curiosas” went belly up last year. It was a catastrophic thing for me. I was raised by the Mujeres Curiosas. My mother and I began traveling with the show when I was ten. One night when I was twelve, Luna and I had one of our sleepovers in the cat car. The next morning when I returned to mom and my berth, all her stuff was gone. The only thing left in the drawers were my sparkly performance leotards and the two sets of clothes that I owned.

She left a note which I had to get Aunty Jones to read to me. My mom said she had to go and find herself and that she would come back for me when she did. I didn’t understand what any of that meant and accused Aunty of being too drunk to read the note correctly.

So, I was raised by the carnies. Aunty tried to teach me - home school style. But, academics was not really a thing for me. At the time, I thought I was just too dumb. I mean, I couldn’t even read. Now I know that I suffer from severe dyslexia. Well… still, you won’t see me reading anything out loud in front of a bunch of people.

Rosa was 17 when she joined the carnival as a barker. Even then, she was mature and beautiful. She has always had a way with words and her sense of joy is infectious. She could tease ten dollars for a ticket from the stingiest of hands.

We girls of the Mujeres Curiosas were thick as thieves and loyal to a fault. I love every one of them and I always will. But, when the carnival shut down, our friend group was shattered. Rosa and I decided we would work together and survive.

Well… one year on, and Rosa works in an office and I work in a pastry shop heating croissants in a microwave and delivering them to tables. I mean, I just deliver. I don’t even take orders, so… tips aren’t really a thing.

All this is to make the point that our contributions to household income were quite disparate.

But, I can’t drag her down. We’re still young. She should take risks and excel!

Rosa knows me and obviously detected my concerns. “Don’t worry, Ana! She’ll have seed money in no time. She’ll be able to pay me. And tonight is a celebration of hope and success.” Rosa threw her arms up in the air, smiling and spinning around a little off-kilter. “We’re going to be rich, rich, rich!”

Rosa is so beautiful - her long dark hair, the shape of her smiling face, her beautiful eyes. It’s hard not to get swept up in her enthusiasm. “Rosa!” I exclaimed. “You are brilliant! I love you so much!”

“And I love you, Raggedy!” Rosa smushed a sloppy kiss on my lips, then she said in a sing-song voice. “I got you a little present!”

“For me?” I squealed, rising up onto my tip-toes.

“Yes! But first I want you, naked in bed, and bring your Little Butt-y,” Rosa said. “I’ll meet you there after I pee!”

“Mmm! Mariana should quit her job more often!” I said as I spun out of Rosa’s arms and jogged off to the bedroom. My prior concerns were completely forgotten.

Perhaps I am a little strange. Hey! I’m a carny. I’m supposed to be strange, right? Bohemian, at the least! So here’s the thing. I love sex, of course. But, I love sex even more when I have a buttplug shoved up my back side. There’s something about a little discomfort back there - pressure placed at the exactly correct location - it intensifies my orgasms to mind-shattering heights.

I’ve got a lovely little friend that Rosa and I named Little Butt-y. There’s no better jumpstart to foreplay than when Rosa lubes up Little Butt-y and commands me to get on all fours with my derriere properly presented. The entire tone of our romp may be set by the care Rosa takes in installing Little Butt-y. Tonight, I’m hoping for hard and fast. I’m feeling really horny. My nipples are rock hard and aching. Maybe I should try for a spanking…

After getting Little Butt-y from her hiding place and arranging her opened display box enticingly on the pillow, I randomly “threw” the clothes I had been wearing around the room. My panties somehow ended up hanging from the overhead light fixture. When Rosa arrived I was sitting on the bed, naked, with my legs crossed and my hands folded daintily on my knee. I was grinning as though I were a perfectly proper, innocent girl.

“Something here seems amiss,” Rosa said in one of her terrible character voices. She walked up to the head of the bed. “Ah! Here is the guilty party!” She picked up Little Butt-y’s box and quickly walked to the clothes hamper (I suppose, due to the lack of garbage can in the room), opened the lid and forcefully threw Little Butt-y in.

I gasped, speechless at first. “Wha… Noooo!!”

“Don’t fret yourself, Puss. There’s a new sheriff in town.” Rosa produced a rectangular present wrapped in fancy silver lined paper.

“Huh? What is it? What is it?” I asked, shaking the package.

“Open it,” Rosa said, smiling as she pushed a lock of hair out of my face, tucking it behind my ear.

“Is it a pony?” I asked as I started to unwrap the paper in the most delicate way.

“Maaayybe,” Rosa said.

“Ooo!” I violently ripped the rest of the paper off the underlying box. I opened the lid. “Diosa!! Rosa! It’s beautiful!” Of course it was a new buttplug. But not only was this one sleek in design, but also particularly decorative. It was shiny and gold and beautifully tapered. A dark emerald jewel made up the base.

It was much heavier than Little Butt-y. I felt a surge of arousal at the thought of this thing being installed in my ass. “How did you pay…” I started to ask, but Rosa pressed her forefingers to my lips.

“Shhh,” she said. “It was far less than you’d expect.” Rosa stroked my shoulder and upper arm with her hand in a calming fashion.

“So, after Mariana and I left the bar, we both saw a sex shop that neither of us had ever seen before. I just had to go in. After looking around for a few minutes at the, um, wares, this older woman approached us - skinny face, pointed nose, long white hair. She asked what we were looking for. I thought of you, of course-”

“Of course, you better have…”

“Of course! And the first word out of my mouth was ‘buttplug’,” Rosa giggled. “There was no ‘Hmm… I’m looking for a…’ Nope.”

“Just ‘buttplug’,” I laughed.

“Yeah! Anyway she pulls this out and says, ‘This is the best buttplug you will ever see. Your girlfriend will love it.’” Rosa paused, smiling. “Mariana was standing right there and she held up her hands and she’s turning red and saying, ‘I am not her girlfriend!’ Then the woman said calmly, ‘I was not talking about you.’”

“Oh. Kind of creepy… But, I’m not jealous at all,” I said.

“I think that that buttplug was born for one single task. And that task is to be shoved up your little Raggedy Ana ass,” Rosa said.

“Mariana knows that I like buttplugs?” I asked.

“Everybody in the world knows you like buttplugs, Ana,” Rosa said. “In fact, when I meet people at work or on the street or wherever, I say, ‘Hello, my name is Rosa and my girlfriend likes buttplugs. Nice to meet you.’”

“Great!” I smiled at Rosa and said quietly, “Love you.”

“I know,” Rosa said. Then her face suddenly turned very stern. “Now, get on all fours, bitch!”

“Oh!” I said with a bit of nervous glee. “Yes, Ma’am!” I handed the buttplug to Rosa and quickly presented my back end.

I heard the bedside drawer open and the sound of a tube of lubrication being opened. There was a burbling sound as Rosa squeezed the tube. I kept my eyes on the bed spread before me, shivering slightly in anticipation. I’d never had anyone other than Little Butt’y…

“Oh!” I squeaked when Rosa touched the tip to my anus. It was chilly, but invitingly smooth. I relaxed as best as I could. Rosa slowly pushed the buttplug into me. “Oh… Oh! Oh! Oh oh oh… Ow! Owww! No! Ow! Ohhhh! Mmmm!”

“Are you ok, babe?” Rosa asked. “It’s all the way in.”

“Hell, yes,” I whispered, breathing heavily, bending my elbows to press my face to the bed. The feeling of fullness was… divine. Sorry, Little Butt’y.

“One more thing,” Rosa said. I felt her hand slide between my butt cheeks. There was a little pressure. She pushed the buttplug a bit further in. Then suddenly…

“OHH!” I shouted. “What the hell was that? Oh! Oh!”

“Are you ok?” Rosa said. “I just locked the buttplug inside you.”

“What?”

Rosa held up her hands for me to see. Her right hand was fisted and her left hand was wrapped around her right wrist. “I pressed a button and-” She opened her right fist like she was holding an invisible baseball… no… grapefruit.

“See? When it’s locked you can’t pull it out.” I felt her finger slip between my skin and the base and she started to pull the plug.

“Wrong!! Wrong!!” I did not think before using that word, but it perfectly describes what my body told me when Rosa pulled at the plug.

“Hee hee. See? It’s locked,” Rosa said. “Are you ok?”

“Yeah! Just don’t pull, but yeah… Yeah!”

“Good. Because it’s not coming out until I decide,” Rosa said with her stern voice again. Then she slapped my right butt cheek hard enough to make me scream. But, I didn’t. I was so breathless, I couldn’t. And I prayed that she would do it again.

I continued to lay face down on the bed with my knees tucked up and my butt sticking up in the air while Rosa prepared herself for the night’s entree. I was trying to think of good names for this wonderful new buttplug… Miner 49er? Jewely Shaftner? Definitely needs work.

Rosa owns a double-headed, vibrating dildo. It’s the pinnacle of humankind technology. The dildo is made for two women to use simultaneously. The shafts are slightly compressible. If one woman uses her kegels to squeeze hard enough, the other can feel an expansion in her branch of the device. With a bit of practice and good synchronicity a beautiful duet can be composed by two lovers - squeeze, then receive.

Rosa threw off all her clothes and lay down on her back on the bed. She slowly worked her end of the dildo up into her vagina. “Get on!” she growled.

I straddled her body with a knee on the side of each hip. Except, contrary to what you might think, I faced away from her, looking down towards her legs. The tops of my pointed feet were resting in her armpits. With a bit of lube I lowered myself onto the second shaft which was set at about a right angle to Rosa’s end. The interaction between the dildo and the buttplug was… well… unmatched hitherto.

“That jewel…” Rosa said, breathlessly. “God, your butt is beautiful.”

I couldn’t respond. Already we were squeezing and relaxing, fine tuning our movements. My body movements were almost involuntary. I could do nothing else without the greatest of will.

After a bit of huffing and grinding, Rosa whispered, “Kiss me!”

I have tried to paint a detailed picture in your mind as to how our bodies were configured. If I have been successful, about right now, you should be thinking, “What the fuck?” I mean, it would be easy for me to lean down and kiss a knee or a toe, I guess. But, no.

I have, thus far, withheld what my role was in the Circos. I was one of the contortionists. The best in our troupe, certainly. Some have told me that I may be one of the best in the world. They called me Raggedy Ana, (real fucking original, I know.) or sometimes The Boneless Woman. I can do things with my body that would make you scream in horror.

A contortionist is made of two parts: first, there must be a physiological component - a talent for flexibility that you are born with, dangerously loose tendons and ligaments, a small, light, willowy build. Check, check, check. So, I sprang forth from my mother’s womb with subpar brain skills, but, holy shit, I can bend. Second, it takes a shit load of hard work. So, while all you were doing algebra, geography and awkwardly kissing under the bleachers at the homecoming game, I was stretching and flexing. Even to this day, I spend a healthy part of my day training.

When the carnival went belly up, people kept pressuring me to go apply at Cirque du Soleil or some other large group. Well… the truth is… I was afraid. And I wanted to stay with my carny family. I wanted to stay with Rosa.

Some contortionists make it big like that girl who shoots the bow and arrow with her feet. OK. I tried to learn how to do that for a while for the show and, frankly, we are lucky that we all lived to tell about it. I’ve been thrown, squashed, bent, twisted, knotted, squeezed, boxed, and flapped. Just keep your weapons away from me, thank you.

Anyways, this tangent was simply the background you need to envision what I did when Rosa asked me to kiss her. First I pushed my pelvis a bit forward - more towards Rosa’s feet. Next, I stretched my arms up over my head and rolled over backwards, like I’m doing a backbend. I can make such a tight bend that my hair pools on Rosa’s abdomen. I can plant the top of my head between Rosa’s breasts. I can arch my neck even further so I can plant a kiss on her lips - our faces in opposite directions, like that classic upside-down Spiderman kiss.

Perhaps, you’d think this position would be too uncomfortable to be arousing. In my case, however, you would be so, very wrong. With the curvature of my body and the angles of the dildo and buttplug… pressures and frictions set up in some sort of magical alignment that propels me deep into the jungles of orgasmland. Especially, when Rosa reaches to my flattened chest and pulls on my hard nipples. Mmm!

All my writhing and squeezing benefits Rosa too. I think that she really gets off on having me wrapped up in a tight little package. She likes pushing my chest to make the bend even tighter - knowing I am stuck like that until she releases me. I know that I love that. She always cums quickly.

I love it when Rosa cums. For me, it is almost as great as me cumming. Or, it is even greater in other ways. I don’t know why. I guess it feeds my ego, perhaps? Maybe I feel like I am useful to her? Maybe I get points for my self worth? Maybe I say to myself, “I’m not just a super bendy, sex toy. I am an AWESOME super bendy, sex toy. I am Rosa’s awesome, super bendy, sex toy.”

Especially tonight. She was screaming, “Oh god! I fucking love you, Ana. Fuck me, you bitch! I love you!” So, yeah. Maybe you can see what I mean.

Soon, our bodies are floating, abuzz in the post orgasmic haze. Rosa’s grip weakens and falls away. I unravel. The dildo slips from our pussies. Rosa, the tipsy bitch, seems to be drifting off to dreamland. I twist around in bed and press my back up to Rosa. She sleepily wraps her arm around me, Rosa’s little spoon. We fall asleep wet. The buttplug is still locked inside my ass and I kind of like it.

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The next morning, I slip out of bed and start to pad off towards the bathroom. With every step I feel an intriguing twist and thump deep inside my back end. It’s traversing my nervous system and ringing my arousal bell. When I get to the bathroom, I reach around and press my finger on the jewel. Nothing happens. Of course! Rosa said that she had to unlock the plug.

I slip back into the bedroom and gently rouse Rosa from her sleep. “I have to go to the bathroom.”

“Okay,” she says and closes her eyes.

“No. I need your help,” I whisper, stroking my fingers across her cheek. “You locked the buttplug inside me.” I turned with my legs bent, hands on knees, butt sticking out and wiggling back and forth in her face.

Rosa grasped at me, pinching my butt accidentally (on purpose) several times, before she pressed her finger to the jewel at the base of the buttplug. I could feel a whirring deep inside…

“Wooo!” I giggled, as I felt the petals of the plug retract. “Thank you!” And I pranced off back to the bathroom.

In its unlocked position, I noticed that the plug did not move as much around inside me. I guess that makes sense.

Pulling the plug out was just a little bit stressful. The wide part of the plug definitely provided a moment of discomfort, but I knew that it was only temporary and with a smooth yank, I had the plug out of me and into the sink.

When I sat down to do my thing, I was surprised that what came out from behind was pure liquid. My stomach didn’t feel upset or anything, so I was curious why I seemed to have diarrhea. Was I bleeding inside? Did the plug upset the functioning of my colon?

I turned on the shower to warm up the water and then turned to the sink to clean the plug thoroughly. I had just finished laying the plug on a towel to dry when suddenly, it felt like the world shifted.

I mean, for real, it felt like the world tipped to one side. Maybe this was vertigo? My knees felt weak and I grabbed onto the counter to steady myself. This may sound odd, but first I had a disconcerting sense of emptiness. I guess it was like the sense of severe hunger, but not in my stomach, instead in my butt. Then the itch started.

If you’ve ever had a bad case of poison ivy, then you may start to know how I felt. No mental willpower can convince your hands from not giving the hives a good scratch. And when you do, even if for the briefest moment, the relief would be ecstatic. Unfortunately, this itch, while even worse than poison ivy, originated deep inside my ass. Diosa! If I’d had a back scratcher at that moment, I would have shoved that little metal hand inside without thinking twice.

As it was, the forefinger on my right hand was already trying to willow its way in. “Rrrrroo!” I screamed. “Arrrghhh!” After a millisecond, realizing that wasn’t helping at all. My left hand was trying to gain access from the front side. My legs collapsed and I crashed to the floor of the bathroom. “Hhheell!”

I was randomly flopping around in extreme, mindless discomfort by the time Rosa burst into the bathroom. I tried to tell her what was going on, but I was incapable of working my mouth properly.

“What’s wrong?!” Rosa screamed. “Tell me what you need!” She was trying to help me to my knees, but everytime another wave of craziness surged through me and my back would arch. My vision began to go black around the sides. It was like I was looking out from a dark tunnel. For a second I thought that I was dying. Then, my eyes caught sight of the buttplug. My hand shot out and grabbed it from the countertop and I shoved that thing right back inside of me.

Somehow I had twisted over onto my hands and knees. Even though the thing was pushed past the taper and seated firmly inside (which felt so, so very good) it still was not enough. “Rrrrooe! Stuuuuhhh!” I screamed, still incapable of controlling my vocal cords. Finally, I grabbed Rosa’s wrist and forced her hand to my back end. She got the idea and quickly pressed the jewel with her finger and I felt the plug expand and lock itself inside me.

“Gaaahhh!” I fell forward with my face to the floor. My butt was sticking up in the air and my thighs were quivering as an orgasm… well, I think it was an orgasm… splashed from me.

After the wave receded, it took a moment to catch my breath as Rosa gently stroked my back. Finally, I looked up with a pitiful cry, “What the fuck was that?”

I was just happy to be able to speak again…

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I cannot tell you the number nor the variety of fears and possible explanations about what had occurred that Rosa and I discussed for the next few hours.

I proposed that the buttplug was directly responsible for my reaction. Somehow, in a single night, it had developed within me an extreme physical dependency. How can you explain that my chaotic reactions were solved as soon as the buttplug was locked inside of me once more? The buttplug WANTED to be inside me. Okay, so this hypothesis begins to border on the world of magic.

Rosa was a proponent of the theory that my reaction was caused by some, er… mental anomaly in my brain. I had to stifle my sense of ego. I did not want to believe that I may have been delusional. But, simple logic would suggest Rosa’s hypothesis as a leading contender. After all, I was not even in contact with the buttplug when symptoms set upon me. And, too, as an extremely dyslexic person, it is not like my brain hasn’t failed me before.

The only thing to do was to collect more data, which, as you can imagine, I was a little reluctant to do. Eventually, after about three hours of sitting around naked discussing what had happened, I was prepared to remove the plug once again.

Rosa unlocked the plug and I pulled it out. I had an urge to release my bowels (still pure liquid) and, meanwhile, Rosa washed and cleaned the plug… just in case… I finished my business and we stood around nervously staring at each other in the bathroom.

“Feel anything?” Rosa would say every few seconds.

“Nope… Nothing… I’m good,” I’d reply.

Then, just as before, immediately, without warning, the world tilted and I was on the floor screaming incomprehensibly and convulsing randomly. Rosa grabbed the buttplug and held it away from me. “You’re OK, Ana. Ride it out!” she screamed.

I continued to flail about. My one thought was to beat the living shit out of Rosa, but I couldn’t even command my arm, which was obviously working hard with its associated hand to get inside my body and assuage that terrible itch, to take a swing at Rosa.

“You can do this!” Rosa screamed, still holding the buttplug up over her head.

My body was jerking about. At one point my head hit the sink cabinet really hard - luckily, not on a corner. Still, it wasn’t until the second time my head hit the cabinet that Rosa finally relented and helped push the buttplug back in. When she locked it, I experienced the same orgasm-like feeling squeeze from me again. Only after that was I able to form words again.

Rosa still looked at me curiously. “Are you positive you’re not just fucking with me?”

Once again, I was speechless, but for a completely different reason. I reached up and touched the growing knot on my head where I had hit the cabinet. I felt tears start to form. I pushed past Rosa, out of the bathroom and down the hall to our bedroom with the buttplug waggling inside my ass. I was crying by the time I climbed in bed and pulled the covers over my head.

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Rosa, of course, apologized and by the late afternoon we were driving to the sex shop where Rosa had bought the buttplug. Our plan was to ask the old woman for any information she might have about the buttplug. In my head, the conversation always came across as particularly awkward, but I was desperate.

Walking around made the buttplug flop inside of me, turning me on. Riding in the car, I could feel every bump in the road on the inside of my butt, thanks to the buttplug, and each bump was turning me on.

“Well… I swear this is where we were,” Rosa said, looking around the intersection we were at. She found a parking spot and we walked to the store which was clearly some kind of vape shop.

“Was this a different shop last night?” Rosa asked the dude at the checkout.

“Uh… today is our soft opening,” he replied, squinty-eyed and mildly confused.

“Do you sell different, uh… wares after dark?” Rosa asked.

“Wares?” the dude asked.

“Uh, yeah, like adult stuff?” Rosa asked.

“Adult stuff? You have to be 21 to buy some things here,” the dude responded.

I was looking around at all the shelves. I didn’t see any buttplugs anywhere.

“Nevermind,” Rosa said, and she grabbed my hand and pulled me out of the store.

Out on the sidewalk, she called Mariana. “Hey, you know that sex shop we went to last night?... Wasn’t it on the corner of 9th and H?... Yeah, but it’s a vape shop now, somehow… I’m here with Ana…”

Rosa turned and walked a few steps away from me, but I’m pretty sure I heard Mariana refer to me as Rosa’s pet and she said the word “saucy”.

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The next morning, I had to go to the bathroom. Rosa was there washing the plug as liquid poured from my back end. She studied the plug from all angles and started taking pictures of it.

“Please! Just put it back in,” I begged once I was done with my routine. “I don’t want that thing to happen again.”

“Just give me a second, babe, I’m trying to find a manufacturer marking, or something.”

“Rosa! Please!” I begged. “Rosa!”

“Ok, ok.”

We spent the morning searching the web for images of buttplugs. We went pretty deep in the results, but found nothing that looked like my most intimate friend. Rosa even tried a reverse image search with several of the pictures she took. Nothing.

I was resigned to the idea that I was going to have to live with the plug in my ass until we could find more information.

Needless to say, my shifts at the pastry shop were… difficult. As I walked around delivering pastries, I could feel that thing bobbing around inside me, tickling me in all the right places. By the time I transported the pastry from the pickup table out into the dining area, I was forgetting all the information I needed to match the pastry to the waiting customer.

Harold, the cashier / order taker / professional asshole, implied that I was stoned in front of our boss.

In the evenings, Rosa and I continued our research into all things buttplugs. (You wouldn’t believe what some people do with ginger. No fucking thanks!) We ordered a bunch of adult toy catalogs. The mailman was going to develop strange, but likely, entertaining theories about Rosa and I.

Every morning Rosa had to unlock the buttplug so I could go to the bathroom, then lock me up again.

The next weekend, we drove out on the interstate to find an “adult book store” (right next to a ‘Jesus Is Watching’ billboard, which… ok… there was a large selection of videos in the bookstore for him to watch, so… rock on!). We found buttplugs, but nothing remotely like mine.

The next week, Rosa’s schedule changed drastically when she started working with Mariana on their new company. She was putting in long hours. I would get up with her for our little butt ritual, then she’d go off to work and sometimes not come home until after midnight.

I know that she felt guilty about how much time she spent away from me. I was still awake when she climbed into bed on Thursday night and we cuddled and talked.

“You do you,” she said, changing the subject suddenly.

“Hmm?” I asked.

“I know how horny that the buttplug makes you - wiggling around and all, love,” she said. “And I feel guilty that I have to put in such long hours and leaving you… unsettled? …so often.”

“I’ll survive. I’ll make you make it up to me,” I joked. “We’re going to be rich, rich, rich!”

“What I’m saying is that I want you to masturbate,” she said.

“Right now?” I asked, confused.

“No! I want you to masturbate every day that I’m not there to be with you.”

“Ok. I will,” I said. “But, I probably don’t need to do it every…”

“I command you to,” Rosa said.

“What?” I asked, turning to look her in the eye.

“I command you to masturbate every day at 9pm if I am not home to take care of you first,” she said in her stern voice.

“Hmm,” I smiled, suddenly feeling pretty horny. “You command me to, huh? What happens if I don’t?” I teased.

“I will punish you,” Rosa said. “Harshly.”

“What if I like harsh punishments?” I asked.

“You won’t like this,” she said, cryptically.

“What?”

“I will withhold locking the buttplug until that thing happens,” she said.

“Oh!”

Things had suddenly become serious.

“You must text me every time after you finish,” Rosa explained. “And you better not lie.”

Needless to say, the very next night, I sent a text at 9:07pm while still holding a wet vibrator in my other hand. “Done!”

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On Sunday morning, we faced a new problem…

“Mariana wants me to go with her down to the Bay area to meet with some Venture Capitalists,” Rosa said. We need to go on Tuesday and stay overnight.

I felt the blood drain from my face. “When… when would you be back on Wednesday? In the morning.”

“We won’t make it back until late Wednesday night,” Rosa said.

“Oh, shit…” I said.

“Yeah… shit…” Rosa confirmed.

We sat in silence for a minute. Could I survive a day without going number 2?

“I’m so sorry. I’m such a burden,” I said, tears began to slip from my eyes.

“Shhh! No, Raggedy!” Rosa said. “But, I was thinking… I mean, we know that you can’t unlock the buttplug. But, maybe… maybe it just needs to be someone other than you?”

I stared at Rosa for a second trying to think of alternatives. I could travel with Rosa and Mariana, of course, but that is just weird. Finally, I said. “Luna?”

“Luna,” Rosa confirmed.

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I think I’ve mentioned Luna before. She grew up with the Mujeres Curiosas with me. She’s short like me, but instead of being willowy, she is totally ripped. She was an acrobat in the Circos and did all kinds of amazing things like silks, lira, trapeze, tumbling, trampoline… She is the most graceful person I’ve ever known. She has the ultimate body control. She’s like a cat that will always land on her feet.

Yes. Of course, we have had sex together. Many times. Yes! Of course we have had three-somes and four-somes together. Usually, it just might kind of happen if we are hanging out. With my carny sisters, saying, “Hey, let’s all have sex!” is probably equivalent to saying, “Hey, let’s all play twister!”

Actually, calling her over specifically to have sex might be a little more direct or formal than normal, but Luna loves us. She was game.

“You want me to do what?” Luna asked, standing in her panties and bra. I had just pulled off all my clothes and bent over, presenting my ass. After she complimented my jeweled buttplug, I asked her to press the jewel with her right forefinger.

She laughed and stepped up behind me, placing one hand on my lower back. I felt her other hand slip down the smooth skin of my butt and my buttplug pressed a little deeper inside of me for a second.

Her hand slipped off my back. Then there was a loud thump on the ground behind me. By the time I turned and looked in horror, there was the sound of tearing fabric and an inarticulate growl. Luna was flailing about on the floor, ripping at her clothes. I jumped away shrieking.

“Is she having a seizure?” I screamed.

“I don’t know,” Rosa said over the sound of Luna’s growls. “Help me get her up on the bed!”

“Luna!” I screamed at her as I tried to grab a flailing arm. “Look at me!”

She had grabbed Rosa’s shirt by the collar and seemed to be intent on ripping it off. Her legs were bucking wildly. Her other hand was rubbing violently at her crotch.

“I think that thing that happened to me is happening to her,” I screamed. “Uncontrollable lust! What do we do?”

“I don’t know? Gahhh!” screamed Rosa as her shirt was torn from her body.

“Unlock my buttplug!” I screamed. “Stick it in her!”

These things that I was yelling were not particularly well thought out at all. We were deep in the throws of sheer chaos. Regardless, Rosa did as I said. I felt the plug unlock, then Rosa pulled it from my body. The pain caused by that sudden action sobered me to the situation a little and I heard a voice in my head say, “What the hell are you doing?” Had I just doomed myself to the seizure insanity by saving Luna?

Also, please forgive the notion that Rosa was about to install a used buttplug in Luna’s bottom. For better or for worse, it didn’t happen. I pushed up one of Luna’s flailing legs, but as soon as Rosa had the plug near Luna’s butt, there was a flash of light and a loud crack of electrical discharge.

Luna screamed in pain. She had just gotten shocked in the ass. I actually saw the arc of electricity. Rosa pulled away for a second, but, and I have no idea what she was thinking, she then tried to insert the cursed thing in Luna’s butt a second time.

The results were the same. Another spark of electricity popped straight from Luna’s back end and the plug. Luna screamed again, then swung her hand straight at Rosa’s face. The sound of the slap probably exceeded the snap of the electrical shock.

Luna’s hands are small, but not dainty at all. She has a grip of steel and her fingers and palms are thick from years of calluses. Needless to say, Rosa’s head twisted to the side and her body slammed into mine knocking us both to the floor. The buttplug bounced off the bed and dropped to the floor.

As soon as I hit the floor, I felt the hunger suddenly awaken inside my butt and the itch began to radiate from deep inside. Luckily, the buttplug landed right in front of my face and I snatched it and shoved it back inside.

“Rooooouhh!” I screamed and grabbed Rosa’s hand, shoving her fingers towards my butt. Luckily, Rosa had the presence of mind to press the jewel and the plug locked back inside me forcing an orgasm-like squeeze in my crotch as I collapsed again on the floor.

“Fuck!” I screamed as I recovered and realized that Rosa was pulling the tethered cuffs from under the foot of the mattress. I have never understood why mattresses don’t come with preinstalled cuffs, but I guess some couples don’t practice the art of tying their lovers in place. Regardless, with a bit of work we got Luna restrained, spread-eagle on the bed. She was grunting and growling and her eyes were unfocused and darting about like she was possessed.

“Eat her out!” Rosa screamed.

“What?” I said.

“It’s lust!” Rosa screamed. “She needs an orgasm!”

I was willing to try anything to make Luna act in any way that might resemble a normal human, so I jumped between her legs and lowered my face to her crotch. I barely touched my tongue to her protruding clit, and her entire array of abdominal muscles seized forcing an effluence of liquid to spray down my chin and chest.

Luna screamed in ecstasy, and after cycling through a series of involuntary shudders, she still seemed to lurch about in a particularly erotically needful manner.

“Do her again,” Rosa commanded.

My second servicing took a bit longer, and resulted in less effluence, but no less caterwauling. My tongue was tired after Luna’s fifth orgasm. At least it seemed that Luna was tiring as well and some of the sounds emanating from her lips were almost of a human nature.

“I need a break!” I said, flexing my jaw.

Rosa took my place between Luna’s legs as I slowly slipped to the floor in exhaustion.

I heard a pounding sound. Someone was knocking on the door of our apartment. I staggered to my feet and grabbed my bathrobe, pulling it on as I stumbled to the door. I opened it a crack. Luckily, it was just the couple next door.

The male said, “We just wanted to make sure everything is OK. There seemed to be a lot of…  um… screaming and thumping.”  The female was standing back a little, her eyes bugged out and a hand over her mouth.

“Um… yeah…” I said pointing back into the apartment. “Everything ith fine.” My tongue was still cramping a little.

Luna’s sixth orgasm must have occurred, because she screamed with a completely stereotypical volume and cadence. I glanced back into the apartment for a second.

“Yeah, we… uh… have a visitor… visiting… She’s a little loud, I guess.” I touched my chin and realized it was soaking wet. I noticed that the male was staring at my chest. I looked down and discovered that my robe was not only shear, but mostly translucent when soaked.

Luna made another feral groan. The female seemed to be trying to suppress a laugh.

“She seems to be… uh… um…” I struggled to find words.

“Finally being satisfied?” the woman suggested.

“Yeah! That!” I said. “Well… I better go make sure that Rosa is doing OK too.”

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Luna finally whispered some human words. “Enough!” she said. We fed her some water and she immediately settled and fell asleep.

Rosa was sitting in the lounge chair, staring towards the window, chewing thoughtfully on her thumb. I knelt on the floor and hugged one of her legs completely aware of the buttplug locked in my butt with every movement. “I’m sorry,” I whispered.

“I guess that you will need to come with me on business trips,” Rosa mumbled. “I’ll need to unlock that thing for you every morning…”

“I’m sorry,” I whispered again. “Just until we figure out… you know…”

“And, if we don’t, then…” Rosa said. “Well…”

“I’m sorry. I feel like a burden,” I said.

“No!” Rosa replied. “I’ll… I swear that I’ll always take care of you…”

I squeezed Rosa’s leg. “I love you,” I whispered.

She stood up. “I think my face is bruised from where Luna hit me. Hopefully, I’ll be able to cover that up with makeup when Mariana and I…” She walked out of the room, leaving me huddled on the floor.

After a moment, Luna shuffled on the bed. “Ana? Can you untie me? I think that I want to go home.”