Last night I reminded John exactly who owns that tight little hole.
I didn’t even have to be in the room. I just opened the security cam feed on my phone and gave him his orders through text to follow like the good little slut he is.
The Setup: Locked, Exposed, and Ready to Be Used
John’s cock has been locked in his Steelheart for who knows how long now. Constant, aching denial while I decide when (or if) he gets let out to feel any pleasure let alone cum. Last night I wanted more than denial. I wanted him stretched, tingling, and completely vulnerable.
I told him to grab my favorite Njoy butt plug (the Pure Plug 2.0) – the heavy stainless steel one that we affectionately call “Big Boy” and pretty much makes him whimper every single time. I sent him his instructions: get on all fours on the floor beside the bed, face down, ass up, camera pointed straight at that pretty pink hole. No hiding. No modesty. Just pure, slutty presentation for me.
The Minty Minty Ritual: Burning, Tingling, and Owned
Most people use lube. I told him, “tonight I want ‘Minty, Minty,'” our special extra-strong mint toothpaste that turns his asshole into a fireworks show. He put a little on the very end of the fat head of the plug and then his tight little ring while I watched every second on the live feed.
I could see his balls pulled tight between his legs, Steelheart cage hanging, as he pressed the cold metal against himself. Inch by inch he worked it in, breathing hard, moaning into the carpet while the mint started to hit. That cool burn spreads fast. By the time the widest part pressed past his sphincter he was gasping, ass clenching around the plug. I love when I get a good audible, “fuck!” out of him.
Perfect. That’s exactly how I like my boyfriend,… plugged, minty-fresh, and feeling me for hours after we’re done.
Screen Grabs and the Slutty Photo Session
Once “Big Boy” was seated nicely, I made him set up his phone on the end table for a proper photo shoot. Face down, ass up, legs spread, cage and balls on full display. I wanted high-res evidence of my work.
I took plenty of screen grabs from the security cam too. Got some great shots, close-ups of that shiny steel base nestled between his cheeks, the way his hole fluttered around the neck of the plug. Every shot screamed “owned.”
Sending the Evidence to the Threesome Chat
When I had enough filthy material, I told him to send the best shots straight to our private “Threesomething” group chat with my husband.
My husband loves John’s ass almost as much as I do. The second those pictures hit the chat I watched the three little dots appear… then disappear… then appear again while my husband tried (and failed) to play it cool. I know exactly what those pics do to him… And I love it.
John will stay plugged for the rest of the week. It’ll be a wonderful reminder of how he was used for my entertainment. As much as he won’t want to, he’ll unplug on Friday before he heads to the airport to come here for the weekend.
Why I Love Turning Him Into My Slut
Because nothing beats the power of knowing my boyfriend will crawl into position, lube his own ass with toothpaste, and stretch himself open on camera just because I told him to. Because my husband gets rock-hard from the pictures I send him. Because every time John feels that lingering minty tingle he remembers exactly who owns him.
Next time I’m thinking about making him take Big Boy for me while I watch on cam, I might just show my hubby live and make his edge to it.
Until then, stay plugged, boys.
Michele
