My cock was throbbing inside the confines of the silicon chastity cage. “Yes, Mistress Wilma. Thank You for allowing me to worship Your legs.” I panted.
“Bend over and show me the butt-plug, boi!” She said, pulling Her feet from my mouth. I complied and kneeled facing away from Her, then placed my head on the floor and reached back and spread my ass cheeks with my hands. She pulled out Her phone and ran the plug though its paces, enjoying the reactions that I had as She would unexpectedly run it up to full power, or pulse vibrations, or keep it low for a bit, then jolt it up half-way, then run it up to full as I moaned and twerked in response. “This is MUCH better in person, boi!” She exclaimed.
When she was done playing with the remote butt-plug, She had me remove it and wash it off and put it on the charger to be ready to wear it for the festival.