A Secret

I carried a secret with me for most of the day.  It thrilled me, excited me, scared me.

In some ways, I handle secrets very well.  Tell me something you don’t want anyone else to know, and I’ll never say a word.

In others, I’m an open book.  Ask me a direct question about myself and if I’m caught off guard, the answer will flow from my mouth – even if I never meant to say a word.

Some secrets are a little different, and they are new to me.

I wore an anal plug today.   Within moments of stepping out of the shower, I plugged myself and continued about my morning.  I dressed my children, made their breakfast, dropped them off, went to work, and talked to my co-workers.  The entire time, a litany ran through my mind, “There’s a plug in my ass.  I have a plug in my ass. Can they tell I have a plug in my ass?”

I made eye contact as usual.  I laughed as usual.  I acted as I usually do.  Every statement I made out loud ended with a thought in my head.

“Of course, I’ll get that email out right away.”  I am plugged, and you don’t know, but I do.

“I’ve got that meeting on my schedule.  See you next week.” My ass is purposely being stretched as we speak. What would you say if you knew?

I walked around flushed and on edge knowing this about myself, knowing that no one else knew, wondering what they would say if they did know, grateful that they didn’t know.

It made me think of another time that I’ve had a secret.

When we first met, my Sir presented me with my very own piece of jewelry – for His cunt.  It’s absolutely beautiful and torturous in the most pleasant way possible. One end sits inside my pussy, the other against my clit.  On our first night together, when we left the hotel, I wore my new jewelry, feeling very self-conscious.  Every time I sat down, I flinched.  Not in pain, but from the new sensations radiating through my body.

“You want to cum, don’t you pet?” He said as we sat in a restaurant, talking.

I nodded, mute from need and a little embarrassment.

“Go ahead, pet, cum for me.”

My eyes shot to His in disbelief.  His look spoke volumes – it was not a request.

As discretely as I could manage, I ground my cunt against the jewelry, letting it press against my clit.  I looked around the restaurant, sure that others noticed my gyrating motions on the seat.

He smiled an evil grin, held my hands, and talked to me as if nothing untoward was happening.

“No one is paying attention to you, I promise, pet.  Go ahead, cum for me.  Now, pet.”

As I felt my orgasm near, I turned my face toward the inside of the booth, away from the other patrons.  Soft moans slipped from my lips.  My body shook with the force of my orgasm.  I looked at Him again and quickly looked away.  His encouraging tones continued.

“You are such a Good girl, pet.  Don’t you feel better?  And no one knows.  Only we know, pet.”

There is power in that.  Walking around my “real” life, experiencing something that most others would never dare to try.  It changes my perspective.  I look at people now and wonder what secrets they have.  What sexy, kinky things are they thinking and doing while going through their day?

I could get used to secrets like these.