After breakfast, Master left me to head back to my computer to work. It was such an inconvenience to have this weekend interrupted by mundane things like work. But then again, based on Master’s steely resolve, it was a welcome distraction despite the internal battle that waged within me, wondering if this was for this weekend or if it would continue.

When I broke for lunch, I prepared us some treats to nibble on and called Master to the table. During lunch he informed me that the last of my punishment would take place as soon as I had cleaned up the lunch mess, before I would be permitted to go back to work. I have to admit that I found myself dragging my feet when cleaning up, as I wondered if the end of this punishment would again bring about the end of Masters mindset.

When I had finished cleaning the kitchen, I went in search of Master and found him in the upstairs bathroom. He had obviously been waiting for me and I felt bad about keeping him. On the bathroom counter was the lube, a medium size butt plug and the flogger. Master instructed me to disrobe and bend over, presenting my ass to him by leaning forward and resting my hands on the edge of the bathtub. I did as he asked immediately.

Master squirted the cold lube all over my ass crack and I felt his fingers pressing into my anus, working it slowly and beginning to stretch it out. He worked methodically, slowly pressing and stretching, making sure I would be able to accommodate the plug. When he knew I was ready he slowly inserted it. I felt myself wince as my asshole was stretched to take the plug in. Master was gentle and inserted it slowly but it still caused some discomfort.

When he had it pushed in to the hilt he finally spoke. “Turn around anonymous. Seat yourself on the edge of the tub and put your hands behind your back. I want you to grab your opposite elbows and press your tits forward, OK baby…”

I stood up and repositioned myself, squatting slowly over the edge of the tub. I was not anxious to sit down and push the plug deeper into my anal cavity but I knew if I dawdled that Master would quickly pick up on it. I settled myself onto the edge of the tub and squirmed around a little until I was somewhat comfortable. Then I reached behind my back and hooked my hands over my elbows as he had instructed me to do. At his request, I arched my back further, which displayed my tits even more and thankfully, relieved a little of the pressure from the plug in my bottom as it forced me to take more weight on my feet.

Master stepped forwards to me and began to circle his fingers around my areole and nipples. He spoke softly to me, telling me what he had planned for me. I was to remain seated on the edge of the bathtub, with the butt plug inserted in my anus for the 55 minutes that I had drawn. During that time, at his discretion, he would also flog or play with my breasts. I was to keep up a constant stream of communication with him for the entire 55 minutes, telling him everything I was feeling and it was to start immediately.

I don’t even think I could tell you what I said to him even if I tried. I have thought back and I don’t recall anything that I might have said to him other than my initial comment that the butt plug was uncomfortable. Master spent some time playing gently with my nipples, until they were hard nubs that ached with desire. He alternated between being maddeningly gentle and painfully abrupt – squeezing my entire tit, hard, until I cried out, before he let go again, leaving angry red fingerprints on my white skin. He slapped them back and forth lightly, teasingly and then forcefully mixing the pain with pleasure. All the while, he had me adjusting my seated position he asked me to sit forward and back, causing me to rock on the edge of the tub causing the butt plug to move around inside of me as well. It was not enough to cause tears but it was close and I was miserable in my mixture of desire and discomfort.