My Daddy was pleasantly surprised that I purchased the plug yesterday for my homework. So much so that he requested that I bring it into the office with me today. Working in a professional office setting, I was quite nervous, but of course obedient and did as I was told. After morning meetings in another building, I got to my desk and immediately emailed Daddy. He instructed me to go the ladies room and put the plug in and return to my desk. Luckily for me, on my floor of the office, there is a ladies room that is private with no other stalls. I entered and locked the door behind me. I pulled the plug out of my bag and set it on the counter. I quickly pulled my pants down and, with a little bit of lube, gently and slowly slid the plug into my asshole. I stayed there for a minute, trying to relax my muscles before I pulled my pants up. As I washed my hands, I could hear people in the hallway outside the door, so I was nervous to exit, but I also know that I couldn’t stay in the bathroom forever.
I got back to my desk and informed Daddy that I had done as I was told. He told me I was to keep it in at least 30 minutes. As we chatted a few times, he also told me to sometimes move my ass around to make sure it was nice and deep. Even though I know that no one around me knew what I was doing, I felt so embarrassed and dirty. I am sitting in public with a plug in my asshole for the sexual pleasure of my Daddy. I could feel the wetness grow in my cunt. My good friend and co-worker in the cubicle next to me wheeled back in his seat and asked me for help. I almost couldn’t make eye contact with him for fear that he would see me as the slut I was feeling like. I kept calm and explained how he could fix the issue he was having with his Excel spreadsheet and quickly tried to end the conversation. Could he sense what was going through my head? Could he smell the sex that was growing in my pants? Of course not, I told myself, but that didn’t make me feel any less self-conscious.
I cleared my head and turned back to my monitor and saw that it had been over 35 minutes. I had done it. I emailed Daddy and requested if I may take it out. No response. Another 30 minutes passed and still nothing. I could feel the plug starting to slip out more and it was difficult to keep in. I kept trying to concentrate on the statistics I was trying to finalize, but my mind kept moving back to the mounting sexual frustration and aching. After another 20 minutes, I felt almost as though I had to use the bathroom. I wasn’t sure if I could make it. But I kept telling myself how much I didn’t want to disappoint my Daddy. It was just then that he contacted me and apologized that his boss had interrupted him. It was hard for me to even realize that once again – we were both at work – in very professional settings – but still exploring the most sensual of our inner desires. He told me I could remove the plug and I promptly excused myself and went back to the ladies room. Although the aching still remained after I took it out, I also am proud of the fact that I was able to do as I was asked.