“That’s a good girl,” she said. “Very good. I have a present for you.”
I spread out on the bed and she gave me another body rub, turning me again into a listless puddle on the bed, while David brought me a big glass of orange juice to gulp down.
They let me keep the choker, and Dianne gave me a silver plated surgical steel butt plug to wear, with a gem to match hers. With my collar and the plug in my ass and my new clothes, I got quite a few looks when I went back to campus.
I kept working at the store. Every other Friday or so I joined them, or just Dianne, at their house, had a glass of wine or two, and played. In time, we drifted apart. I brought another girl into our sessions, and she stayed with them after I graduated and moved away.
I can’t wear my collar at work, now. But I still have her other present.