Day 14 – Public Buttplug Wearing

Day 14 – Public Buttplug Wearing

The quiet hum of Alex's dressing room was a stark contrast to the busy chaos just beyond the door. Makeup artists and producers hurried up and down the hallways, their chatter and last-minute tweaks filling the air. But inside the dressing room, it was just Alex and Maggie—two forces of nature in a moment that was both intimate and charged.

Alex sat in her chair, her posture immaculate as usual, but there was a noticeable tension in her body as she glanced up at the mirror. The reflection showed her perfectly done hair and makeup, the professional exterior that everyone knew her by. But Maggie, standing behind her with that smug smile, knew better. She always did.

"You look perfect," Maggie murmured, leaning down so her lips brushed against Alex's ear, her fingers lightly grazing the back of her neck.

Alex's eyes met Maggie's in the mirror, a mix of nerves and anticipation flickering behind them. "I don't know if this is a good idea," she whispered, her voice betraying the hesitation she rarely let slip.

Maggie chuckled softly, her hand slipping down to rest on Alex's shoulder, squeezing gently. "Of course, it's a good idea," she said, her tone dripping with confidence. "You wanted a little more excitement, didn't you?"

Alex bit her lip, her heart racing as Maggie's fingers trailed down the side of her neck, sending shivers through her body. She had asked for this, in a moment of boldness, but now the reality of what they were about to do was hitting her all at once.

"It's just… we're live in fifteen minutes, Maggie," Alex murmured, her eyes dropping to the floor for a moment. "What if…"

"What if what?" Maggie interrupted, her voice teasing but filled with that authoritative edge that made Alex's pulse quicken. She moved to stand in front of Alex, lifting her chin so their eyes met again. "You're going to sit in that chair and deliver the news like the professional you are. But this time, you'll have a little reminder of who's really in control."

Alex's breath hitched, her cheeks flushing at the thought. The buttplug Maggie had brought with her sat on the dressing table beside them, discreet and unassuming. But to Alex, it was anything but. The idea of having that inside her while hosting The Morning Show —while sitting in front of the cameras, knowing that no one else knew except her and Maggie—was both thrilling and terrifying.

"I… I don't know if I can focus," Alex admitted, her voice quieter now, the vulnerability in her tone so unlike the confident persona she projected to the world.

Maggie smiled, her hand slipping down to rest on Alex's thigh, her thumb rubbing soothing circles into the fabric of her skirt. "Oh, you'll focus," she said softly, leaning in closer. "In fact, I think you'll focus even better. Because every time you feel it, every time you shift in your seat, you'll remember what a good girl you are for me. Won't you?"

Alex's breath caught in her throat at the way Maggie said those words— good girl —as if they were a promise, a command, and a reward all in one. She nodded slowly, her body responding to Maggie's words even if her mind was still spinning.

Maggie's fingers traced along the edge of Alex's skirt, lifting it just enough to expose her bare thighs. "Stand up," Maggie ordered gently, her voice laced with authority, but her eyes held a softness that reassured Alex she was safe, even in this moment of vulnerability.

Alex hesitated for only a second before rising from the chair, the familiar tension in her shoulders relaxing slightly under Maggie's gaze. She trusted her, and more than that, she craved Maggie's approval. Maggie could see it in the way Alex's body responded, the way her breathing changed as Maggie's hands moved lower, brushing over the smooth curve of her ass.

Maggie reached down, retrieving the buttplug from the table, the cool silicone firm in her grip. She held it up for Alex to see, her lips curling into a satisfied smile. "You ready?"

Alex swallowed hard, nodding slowly. Her pulse raced in her chest, a mixture of nerves and arousal swirling inside her as she felt Maggie's hand slide under her skirt, fingers teasing the edge of her panties.

"Good girl," Maggie whispered, her fingers hooking into the waistband of Alex's panties, sliding them down her legs until they pooled at her feet. The blonde's hands gripped the arm of the chair to steady herself as Maggie knelt behind her. The older woman held a bottle of lube, already applying the smooth water based lubricant.

Maggie's fingers spread the younger woman's legs slightly as she positioned the plug, the tip pressing gently against her entrance. Alex's breath caught, her body tensing for a moment before relaxing into the sensation at Maggie's insistence. Her partner was always careful, always precise, and she took her time, easing the plug into Alex slowly, letting her body adjust to the intrusion.

Alex bit her lip, her cheeks flushed as she felt the plug slide inside her, filling her in a way that made her knees feel weak. She gripped the chair tighter, her breath coming in short gasps as Maggie's hands moved over her hips, steadying her as pulled the blonde's underwear back up her long legs.

"There you go," Maggie whispered, her voice soft but firm as she stood, pressing a gentle kiss to the back of Alex's neck. "You're doing so well, Alex. You look so beautiful like this."

Alex's heart pounded in her chest, her body already humming with arousal from the combination of Maggie's praise and the sensation of the plug inside her. She could feel it, nestled deep, and every small movement sent a reminder of its presence, of Maggie's control over her in this moment.

Maggie adjusted Alex's skirt, smoothing it down over her hips before turning her around to face the mirror again. "Look at yourself," she murmured, her hands resting on Alex's waist as she stood behind her. "No one out there will know. But you will. You'll feel me with you the entire time. And every time you do, you'll remember who you belong to."

Alex's eyes fluttered shut for a moment, overwhelmed by the intensity of it all—the way Maggie's words wrapped around her like a promise, the way the plug sat inside her, a constant reminder of this moment, of this control.

"You're mine, Alex," Maggie whispered, her breath hot against Alex's ear. "And when the cameras are on you, when you're sitting at that desk, I want you to remember that. I want you to remember that you're my good girl."

Alex opened her eyes, meeting her own reflection in the mirror. The woman staring back at her looked as poised and polished as ever, but there was something new, something that flickered in her eyes—an intensity that hadn't been there before. She felt different, more alive, more connected to herself and to Maggie.

"I'll remember," Alex whispered, her voice low and breathless as she turned slightly to look at Maggie.

Maggie smirked, leaning down to press a slow, deliberate kiss to Alex's lips. "Good girl," she whispered again, her fingers brushing over Alex's cheek before pulling away. "Now go give them the performance of your life."

Alex took a deep breath, steadying herself before nodding. She straightened her posture, smoothing down her skirt as she headed toward the door, the plug a constant, delicious pressure inside her.

As she walked out of the dressing room, her heart raced with anticipation, knowing that no matter what happened on-air today, she would be carrying this secret with her—the knowledge that she belonged to Maggie, and that she would do anything to make her proud.

Alex walked down the hall toward the set, her heart pounding harder with each step. The weight of the buttplug inside her was a constant reminder of what had just happened in the dressing room, of Maggie's control over her even as she prepared to face the cameras. She could feel it with every movement—each step causing a small shift that sent a pulse of sensation through her core. It was intoxicating, but also nerve-wracking.

The crew bustled around the set as usual, oblivious to the secret Alex carried, and she took comfort in that. No one could see what was happening inside her, no one could know the thrill and pressure she felt beneath her composed exterior. But Maggie's voice still echoed in her ears, soft and commanding: You're my good girl.

Alex made her way to her chair, greeted by a few nods from her co-workers as she settled in at the news desk. She kept her posture immaculate, the picture of professionalism as the final countdown to the live broadcast began. But underneath, her body was a live wire, sensitive to every small movement, every shift in the seat causing the plug to press deeper.

As she adjusted herself in the chair, the friction between her legs sent a subtle, unexpected wave of heat through her, making her breath catch. Focus, Alex, she told herself firmly, her fingers lightly gripping the edge of the desk as she prepared for the segment.

The red light on the camera blinked on, and the show began.

Alex was a natural in front of the camera. She had been hosting The Morning Show for years, and no one could tell that anything was different today. Her voice was steady, her delivery flawless as she read the headlines, shifting from one story to the next with practiced ease. But beneath the surface, she was hyper-aware of the plug inside her, every small shift making her pulse quicken, the slightest movement reminding her of Maggie's control.

In the dressing room, Maggie watched the monitor with a knowing smile, her arms crossed as she admired the way Alex handled herself. She knew exactly what Alex was feeling, knew how every slight motion would drive her insane with the combination of pressure and anticipation. It was part of the game, part of the thrill.

As Alex moved into the next segment, her focus began to blur just slightly. The plug, which had initially been a delicious tease, was now an ever-present distraction. Each time she adjusted her posture in the chair, it sent a jolt of sensation through her, making it harder to concentrate. Her thighs tensed involuntarily, and she had to bite back the urge to shift again, her cheeks flushing with the effort to remain composed.

Behind the camera, one of the producers noticed her slight flush and gave her a questioning look, but Alex waved it off with a quick smile, regaining her composure. She could handle this. She had to handle this.

But then, as she moved her legs under the desk to cross them, the pressure from the plug intensified, pressing against just the right spot, sending a shockwave of pleasure through her body. Her breath hitched in the middle of a sentence, her words faltering for just a moment—a small pause, but one that felt like an eternity to her.

Maggie leaned closer to the monitor, her eyes narrowing as she noticed the brief hitch in Alex's delivery. She smirked, knowing exactly what had caused it. Good girl, she thought to herself, her chest swelling with pride at how Alex was handling it all.

Alex quickly recovered, continuing with the segment as if nothing had happened, but the sensation was becoming harder to ignore. The plug pressed deeper with every movement, and she could feel the heat pooling low in her belly, her body betraying her focus. It was all she could do to keep her voice steady, her hands gripping the desk tighter as she fought to maintain her composure.

But despite the intensity of it all, there was something thrilling about it—something about knowing that Maggie was watching, knowing that she was doing this for her, that made Alex push through. Every second was a test, every word a challenge, and she was determined to make Maggie proud.

Finally, the segment wrapped up, and the red light blinked off. Alex let out a quiet sigh of relief, her body trembling slightly as the pressure inside her intensified once again. She shifted in her seat, biting her lip as she tried to regain control of her breathing.

But before she could stand and escape the set, the next segment was announced—a live interview with a guest she had to introduce.

Alex's heart raced. She wasn't done yet. Not by a long shot.

As the crew prepared the set for the interview, Alex glanced toward the camera, her eyes searching for Maggie. She knew Maggie was watching—she could feel her presence, even if she couldn't see her.

Maggie, watching from the dressing room, caught the subtle glance from Alex and smirked, her hand resting on her phone. She had one last trick up her sleeve—a small remote that she hadn't told Alex about.

With a flick of her thumb, Maggie pressed a button, activating the small vibrating function inside the plug.

Alex's eyes widened, her body jolting with the sudden vibration. She gripped the edge of the desk tighter, her thighs clenching as she tried desperately to keep her composure. The sensation was overwhelming, a sudden rush of pleasure that threatened to undo her right there in front of the cameras.

But Alex was nothing if not a professional. She straightened her posture, forcing a smile as the guest was introduced, her voice steady despite the chaos inside her.

"Welcome to The Morning Show ," she said, her voice perfectly controlled, even as her body trembled with the vibrations. "We're so glad to have you with us today."