I sat there, dazed, my eyes fixed on the entrance of the room he had gone into. My body felt frozen, like something heavy was weighing me down, like I couldn't move even if I wanted to. My heart thudded against my ribs, fast, frantic. What was he going to bring? What was he going to do?
Then I heard it—step… step… step—his slow footsteps echoing across the floor.
He returned, smiling faintly, something small held between his fingers. His eyes looking down at me as he walked straight toward me. I was trying to gather my breath—slowly and steadily.
He crouched in front of me, face close, his presence swallowing all the space around me.
"So…" he said, his voice low and commanding, "this will be your punishment."
He lifted the small object in front of my face.
"Wh-what is that?" I asked, my voice finally breaking through the fog. My mind was slowly beginning to catch up, but my limbs still refused to move.
"This," he said, holding it delicately, "is something you're really going to enjoy. Trust me."
"En…joy?" I repeated, staring at the thing in his fingers, my body started shaking as the word registered in my mind.
"Yes," he said, a slow grin spreading across his face. "You want to feel alive, don't you?"
"Fee…l alive?" I whispered, my voice barely there, all my focus drawn to his mouth, to his eyes, to that object.
He leaned closer. One hand reached above me, pressing against the wall. His body blocked everything else out. I could feel his hot breath right at my face. My own breath grew shallow.
"You want to feel more of this," he whispered, his hand sliding up again, grabbing my chest, fondling them with a slow, steady pace, "don't you?"
His words curled into that part of me I was trying hard not to give in to. More… of this?
My lips opened slightly, trembling—to say something, to say... Yes.
He noticed. He placed a finger gently on my lips.
"Pssssh…"
His voice was quiet, playful. "Stay quiet. Your eyes, your body… they're telling me everything."
My body started feeling more relaxed. His words were easing something in me. I didn't even nod, 'cause I didn't have to. He knew what I wanted. I just sat there, the inside of my thighs getting even warmer, my breath shaky, skin flushed.
"Now stay still," he murmured, his gaze not leaving mine even for a second.
He slowly moved his hand down, touching my thigh. Gently spreading both my legs apart. Not rushed, not rough—just with complete control. Heat oozed out of it like it had been dying to get out. His palm brushed my inner thigh, slowly and seductively. I bit my lips as I felt the sharp sting of how wet I already was.
He slowly reached forward, fingertips sliding through that soaked heat. I twitched, my lips pressing shut to hold back the whimper.
When he lifted his hand again, his fingers shined with my wetness. He looked at them, then at me.
"Already dripping," he whispered. "I barely even started."
I gripped my skirt, trying to stay still like he told me to. But my fingers curled tighter and tighter into the skirt.
My chest heaving, faster now. The middle strip of my panty was stuck deep inside my folds. He tried taking hold of them with his finger to pull them out, but it slipped. Wet, slippery, stuck deep between my lips. I let out a moan, "nnnnh." There was no more hesitation to hold it back any more. He was chuckling at the mess I had made. He rubbed his crotch with his one hand, probably trying to calm his thing down. Maybe it turned him on, watching me like this. Pathetic, trembling, useless.
He slid his finger inside my cunt, it went in with ease.
"Hnnnngg…" I moaned again, my fingers curling into fists over my thigh, trying to hold on to something.
Then he slowly hooked his finger on the strip, pulling them gently out. He put the object infront of my eyes. Small. Round. Solid. Like a toy.
"This… will be your punishment," he said, smiling wide, eyes dark with pleasure.
Before I could even process it, he shoved it in.
One push. All the way.
"H-hhaahh… haa… ahhh…" My body jerked forward from the sudden pressure. Breathless gasps leaked out of my mouth, eyes and mouth flew wide open in shock. It was … full… so tight inside me. I felt the weight of it pressing in deep.
My pussy was clenching on its own, wrapping around that hard shape.
"W-What is that?" I asked, my voice trembling, breaths shaky as I stared between my legs. "Why did you put it inside me?"
There was a thin rope sticking out of my pussy. I blinked, confused, my fingers twitching near it. "What the hell is this?" I whispered again, panicked, needy, turned on and terrified all at once.
He stood up, calm, smug. Slowly pulled something from his pocket. A small black remote.
He looked at me. "You'll see."
Then, without warning, he pressed the button.
My entire body jolted like I'd just been electrocuted with a thousand volts straight through my pussy.
A sharp shock of sensation shot through my core, making me shudder. I slapped my palm on the floor for support, my body bent forward.
"It... vibrates?" I said breathlessly.
"You're smart," he smirked. "That thing inside you? It's your punishment. You're going to wear it... like a good girl."
I tried to say something, tried to curse at him, "You bas—"
But he pressed the button again.
My legs trembled, my thighs shook, and the words turned into helpless cries.
He watched me squirm with that satisfied look. "You better not take it out until I tell you. That thing's staying inside. Understand?"
I stood frozen, panting. My forehead almost touching the floor. My hand moved to my stomach. I could feel the hum inside. Still faint, still cruel. And my pussy... It was squeezing around it like it wanted more. Like it didn't want to let it go.
So this... was a toy. A sex toy. It was my first time seeing it or worse... feeling it. And it felt... good, no... mind—fucking. Just a small toy. It was all that needed to make my legs shake harder than my husband ever did.
The vibration buzzed again—he hadn't even pressed anything, and yet it felt like my body wanted to react on its own.
I opened my mouth, unsure what would come out. I still wanted to fight. To act like I am not his toy to play with however he wants. But he didn't wait for my answer. He crouched down slowly, right in front of me, voice low, dirty.
"I know you want this. Don't try to fight it," his words slowly switching on some dirty part of me, "Nobody needs to know what happens between us, It's just you and me having some fun"
My lips quivered at his every dangerous word. I finally responded, "But. Sh-she'll be right next to me... in the kitchen..." The words tumbled out, nervous and shaky.
Unless you want her to know," he said, leaning in closer. "Unless you want her to hear you moan like a bitch in heat. Unless you want her to ask why your legs are shaking. Why you can't stand straight. Hmm?"
I shook my head. "N-no..."
"And you'll be cooking with that toy inside you," he said, grinning, "while she chops onions, and you try not to drop the spoon from how wet your pussy is."
I flinched. My hand moved to my stomach again. The hum was still there. A faint, teasing pulse. I crossed my thighs. Tried to stop the feeling. But it didn't stop.
"You'll talk to her, laugh with her... while this thing's pushing your insides," he whispered. "While I press this button"—he raised the remote, wagging it slowly—"whenever I want."
My mouth hung open. Still processing his every word. Could I really handle this? With Lina right beside me? She's quick to notice... sharp eyes, always alert. What if she sees me sweating... trembling... biting my lip like a goddamn mess?
But then.... would she ever guess the real reason?
Would she ever guess that I've got a fucking vibrator shoved deep inside my pussy... by him?
God.
The thought alone made my stomach nervous with thrill.
It made me hornier.
This... this was the thrill. Doing something so filthy, so damn wrong, while someone sits just inches away. Talking normally. Laughing. Clueless. The danger, the filth... it made my stomach knot and my pussy drip harder.
I clenched my thighs, trying to stop the buzzing from spreading, but it just made it worse. My body felt hotter, my breaths uneven.
"I want to experience this," I whispered, almost to myself. "But taking such a dangerous step... I'm not sure I can handle it."
He was quiet. Still crouched, eyes never leaving mine. Focused and waiting.
Then he smiled calmly. Like he knew he already had me. Like he knew how to make a woman say yes.
"You already are handling it," he said, voice low, leaning closer. "Look at you. Wet. Shaky. But still not pulling it out."
I looked away, shame flushing my cheeks. But it was true. I hadn't even tried to remove it.
"You're scared, yeah," he said, fingers brushing up my thigh again. "But your body wants it. You wouldn't be leaking like this if you didn't."
I whimpered.
"Listen," he said, "you said it yourself—you want to experience this. And I'm not telling you to fuck me in front of her. I'm not making you moan loud, or drop to your knees. All you gotta do is pretend like nothing's happening."
His hand trailed higher, stopping just before touching my cunt.
"Pretend like you're not soaked," he whispered, "like you're not being owned from the inside while you stir that food."
I sucked the inside of my cheeks.
"She won't know," he continued. "Unless you want her to. Unless you start twitching, squeezing your thighs, shaking your hips like some hungry mess."
He leaned even closer, breathing against my neck.
"But you won't, right? You'll keep your legs together. You'll clench down, hold that toy inside. Keep your mouth shut while it pulses against your walls. Just like a good innocent wife."
I let out a shaky moan. His words made it worse. My cunt aching with need.
"You're scared," he said, "but that's why you want it. That's why this is different."
He looked me dead in the eye.
"You want to remember this. Don't you?"
I gulped. His every word making me excited and nervous at the same time.
I sat quiet for few seconds, thoughts juggling between yes and no.
And then... I gave a small nod. That was it. I had decided.
"…Yes."
His smile deepened, slow and wicked. He raised the remote in his hand.
"Good," he whispered, pressing the button.
A sharp shock spread through me. "F-Fuckkk," I gasped, the jolt catching me off guard. I clenched down hard, eyes wide, mouth open—but no sound came out. Just heat. Just tremble. Just need.
The door knocked. She was here.
"Ah, so now," he said, voice low and smug, "brace your cunt for what's about to come. And quickly get yourself ready. You look like a shameless pervert."
He laughed loduly as he moved toward the door casually.
I stood up trembling, legs barely holding me up. My pussy clenched around that damned thing inside. I stumbled toward the kitchen, fixing my clothes in a hurry, my heart racing so loud it echoed in my head.
As I moved past the hallway, there it was—the mirror.
And I saw everything. Both tits popped out, nipples wet and puffy. My skirt lifted, stuck at the waist, ass showing. Hair messy like I'd just been dragged by my hair.
Seeing my own reflection didn't make me feel pathetic. It should have. It should've filled me with shame, guilt, disgust.
But it didn't. God, I looked so dirty.
I gave a lewd, filthy smile to my own reflection.
Because it made me realize the self I was trying so hard to suppress.
That mirror didn't show shame. It showed truth.
And now, I was about to act normal. With a toy shoved inside me. With Lina beside me.
And I was smiling. Like a slut who lived for this.