Oh,,,,,,,, so helpless

More hazy thoughts, I did this to myself, I’m trapped and my fantasy has caught me.

More noise, this time footsteps clicking along the wooden hallway, shit, shit, shit. I suck hard on the penis gagging me and breathe loudly through my nose as the thrusting reaches a crucial point, not causing a little gush but more a flooding of my already damp frillies. I am caught in her world, something I have always dreamed of. To be that damsel in distress, to be that maid serving a master was my fantasy, but this wasn’t right I had no control, but wasn’t that the point, that I should have no control. The footsteps stop, he’s outside my room, I close my eyes and wait for the inevitable…

The door opens, he speaks. “Well, well, well, what do we have here”?

Shaking, I suck my gag harder.

He walks over to me and starts circling, “so what’s under here then”; he lifts my skirts and brushes his hand across my panty covered bottom, feeling the dampness he turns to me. “Oh dear Tracie, what do we have here? I think I’m going to enjoy you being my maid”.

Staring into my eyes he says, “All your planning, and I’ve known all the time. You even have a little extra something I added, and you never noticed.”

I look back, still squirming, and he tells me that he intercepted my order for the gag and butt plug. There had been an extra option placed on the order, both the penis in my mouth and the other buried deep in my behind were exact replicas of his own penis. My flat mate was laughing as he said, “I bet you can’t wait for the real thing, I know I can’t”.