After five minutes of frantic searching among the sheets, under the bed and in the corners of the room for the buttplug I’d been wearing as he fucked me half to death from behind, we were forced to admit that it was lost.
In me. The buttplug was lost in me.
“Do you want me to help you get it out?” he asked me gently.
I shook my head vigorously and stomped off to the bathroom. I was furious at myself for having lost the plug and for wasting our precious fucking time on something as foolish as buttplug recovery. I burned with humiliation at the thought of going to the ER to have the plug removed. Or worse, having my friend help me remove it.
With one foot up on the side of the tub, I could feel the plug through the back wall of my vagina. I attempted to move it down by squatting, by pushing, and by using a thin g-spot sex toy almost like a rake, vaginally.
Don’t laugh. Desperate times call for desperate measures.
However, none of the desperate measures worked. The plug was right there, but the little bastard simply would not budge. I wrapped myself in a towel and sulked back to the bedroom where my friend was waiting for me with a hopeful look on his face. I threw myself down on the bed and hid my face in his chest. He put his arm around me and kissed my head before speaking.
“Honey, we’ve got two choices here. We could wait for nature to take its course and hope that it’ll come out on its own. But if we do that, we can’t fuck any more tonight. I don’t want to push it any further into you.”
That option did not sound appealing.
He continued. “Or you can let me help you.” I groaned in dismay. “Baby, I’ve had my cock buried deep in your pussy and your ass. My fist as been in you. I’ve had my tongue everywhere. There’s not a bit of your body I haven’t seen and tasted. It’ll be ok.”
I raised my face from his chest so that I could look into his eyes. “Will you still love me if you have to fish a buttplug out of my ass?”
He didn’t look away or pause for even an instant. “I will still love you after I fish a buttplug out of your ass.”
Another man would have panicked, or acted grossed out, or never have wanted to touch me again. This man gamely positioned me at the foot of the bed and went to work. But for all his good intentions, that position did nothing but allow the errant plug to slither further inside of me.
Once again I hauled ass to the bathroom, this time with a vengeance. There was no way I was going to let that miserable little toy derail our evening together. I pushed. I stretched. I prodded. And when once again I felt the toy began to surface, I held on for dear life.
It came out.
“Oh good,” he murmured, when I returned to the bedroom with the cleaned toy in my hand. He pulled me into the bed and began kissing me. “As soon as you are recovered, I’m going to put something else in that tight little ass of yours.”
“Your cock, you mean?” I asked, between kisses.
He said yes very quietly into my ear.
“Baby, you’d better strap a two-by-four to your ass. You don’t want to get lost in there too.”
He laughed. “You need to write your memoirs someday, you know it? I hope I get a chapter. Or at least a mention.”
I just smiled. “You’ll get more than a mention, I’m sure.”
That’s funny and not at the same time. But it’s the sign of a good relationship – he’ll do the oddest/grossest thing for you without batting an eyelash. That’s something. An embarassing experience turned into a learning experience. Now you know where you stand with him. Now you know how he really feels about you.
Oh, Lord! I hope you’ll mention what plug that is so I don’t make a terrible purchase!
He does sound like a very gallant man. Lucky you!
Oops! Forgot to ask, where are your pictures? I really do miss them.
The problem was not so much the plug as it was me.
I was very unwise. I should have known better.
But I will post a link to the official review on Jane’s Guide when it’s up.
:)
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oh my AAG, you poor thing. at least you got it out without the help of a doctor.
well…at least it wasn’t a hamster.
*smile*
Oh, AAG,
Lucky for lube and helping hands. A friend once lost a bar of soap in her vagina – but eventually shot it out with a helping hand.
Intimacy…..
Oh, I hate to say it, but I laughed quite heartily. I thought I was the only one who got into situations like that where your eyes get that wide mortified look and there’s no guide to ettiquette EVER written for that situation.
Hopefully those who get into this situation after reading this post will remeber to stay calm and determine. It’s only those who do that get to continue the fun that they have began.
The others…..make the news blotter.
That’s a strange feeling…I’m feeling light, almost like I’m beginning to drift above the floor….what’s this, I’m being pulled inexorably toward some force…almost like some force of gravity…OMIGOD! I can’t stop it, it’s sucking me right in, it’s….THUMP!…oooo, that’s nice.
Gravitational pull indeed.
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Thanks, hun. For some reason I can’t see them.
Oh for the love of fuck, the pages aren’t loading correctly in IE.
Why didn’tcha guys tell me?
This is a very nice indicator of how he feels about you, as Mia Wallace says.
I’m glad it turned out well, and it will certainly make us more aware of the potential troubles when we’re playing!
I’m using firefox and I can’t see the link you posted her in the comments either.
Wow. Who knew something like that could happen? He sounds like a WONDERFUL man!!
Sorry, but it made me chuckle too – particularly since you were more concerned about it wasting your valuable fucking time! What a trooper!!
I took down the page where the pictures were because I thought that might have been breaking the layout in IE.
That wasn’t it, but I don’t have time to futz further with it at the moment.
Will put things back together as time allows.
:)
OK
If you’re going to use a butt plug — use a fucking butt plug.
If your butt plug is a fucking choking hazard — you’re being a weeny.
*chuckle*
I’m so glad you were able to solve the problem and continue on with your evening’s fun. I like this guy’s style.
Wow. That’s pretty scary!
Glad everything came out OK. Heh.
Ahhh, spelunking.
It’s good that he was there to help, even if he didn’t get it out. I think it should be a policy of women everywhere to only date and fuck men who would help in such situations.
i am so glad that you were finally able to retrieve it….and i am happy that he did not even flinch in the face of emergency. he sounds like a good one….to help find the lost butt plug….and to continue the night of fun.
It was a fucking buttplug!
And Gadfly, if you are making fun of my “weenie” buttplug, then I dare you to use it.
Hm? Doesn’t seem so small now, does it, Mr. Smarty Pants?
:)
So glad for you that the emergency didn’t slow you down after solving the problem and you could still look at it with a sense of humour.
Thank you for the laugh, sorry it was at your expense. The man sounds like a sweetie.
If gadfly isnt up for the challenge I am.
Gadfly ass = timid
O_O
We do lots of anal in our house. Usually I am on the receiving end. Never lost a plug up there though.
Funny but scary. But really funny.
Glad it came out ok.
scott
Mrs. Kelly’s Playhouse
Gadfly, I’ll be gentle. I *promise*. :D
Scott, I’m glad you could find amusement in my pain. That’s why I’m here. :)
*giggle* Thanks for sharing this story. I am so happy that there is a wonderful lover in your life!
Hi AAG,
Hey, that was a fun ‘artificial’ buttplug story.
Uh, I think it will be TMI to tell you how I had to bend over my dehydrated buddy and remove his compaction on a sea kayak trip.
No wild sex followed, but he was very thankful!
XOXO
Chuck
Yes Chuck, that was entirely TMI.
Ug.
:)
Hi AAG,
Funny story, once helped a friend with the same predicament, it got stuck while doing phonesex. I had to drive across town to “rescue” her and got a nice reward :)
A different sexblog. a male point of view :)
http://hongkongpussyfest.blogspot.com/
I lived many years in Asia and one gets a different point of view on sexual companionship as her in the US.
Cheers Fred