Original Stories Fan Fiction ❯ Play Time for Jody ❯ Playtime for Jody - Chapter 3 ( Chapter 2 )

Chapter 3

Sighing unhappily, I pulled on a pair of battered jeans and a button up shirt, grumbling quietly to myself as I felt the plug inside my ass, shift rubbing lightly against my prostate. Gently adjusting my newly recovered erection, I slipped on a pair of sneakers and headed into the kitchen as gingerly as possible to find out what all we needed for the next week or so. After about half an hour or so of searching through the refrigerator, cupboards and pantry, I had my list of essentials compiled and was ready to make my trip into town, I stepped out of the house recyclable bag in hand, ready to meet the day.

The bus, the bus, how I hate taking the bus, especially when I have Hello Kitty as a companion, but the bus was a lesser evil then my lovely motorbike currently. I had tried taking my motorbike once with a plug in, after nearly wrecking I had to find a stop and jerk off I was so hard that I could not concentrate. Once before Master I had a partner that was a biker and he would take me out on his bike with a plug and ring and drive me crazy for hours, I loved it. But he had since then become an upstanding married man and I had to continue on with my life, with only memories of hot, sweaty rides, hard fucks, and a wonderful gift of that very motorbike. Although it was a fantastic machine tended to cause me to sprout spontaneous erections when wearing a plug, thus it was the bus for me.

All of the way into town I squirmed and wiggled in my seat, the older lady sitting next to me kept sneaking suspicious looks at me, but after sending her a gentle smile she let it go. It was always “hard” to ride the bus with so many people around, I kept blushing my first time, but over the months I had grown accustomed to it, and could now even hold an innocent conversation with my fellow passengers. There was something so dirty about being surrounded by a bunch of people that I did not know, with hello kitty silently moving inside me and a hard erection keeping me flushed and distracted. I was not typically into playing in public but the secret pleasure of having my prostate rubbed over and over while chatting to the grandmother next to me, was just too much fun.

Eventually after numerous squirms I reached the shopping district and began to go about getting all my chores complete. Master worked in San Francisco but we lived in a smaller town on its outskirts so there were not that many people around but there were plenty of options. Master liked fresh food so I ended up going from farmer stall to farmer stall collecting all the fresh foods that we needed and then headed to a locally owned shop for all the rest. After haggling with an old Chinese man at the register and gaining a small price reduction along with a small bag of some type of herb (a gift from the man for entertaining him) I gathered all my purchases and headed back to the bus, to begin my journey back home.

After another slightly distracting bus ride, I reached home and settled back into my routine, with started with me heading into the bed room after setting the groceries on the counter and striping naked. I loved clothes Master was always putting up with my foppish attire, but when I was alone at home cleaning I enjoyed frolicking around in my native skin. After I had reclaimed my naked state I walked into the living room and turning on the radio loudly I began the rest of my chores for the day. I had been a little slacking in my cleaning so I spent the day cleaning the house top to bottom in hopes of putting master in a good mood when she got home. I loved making our home perfect (or to near as perfect as I could), for master because I knew how much she appreciated having a clean home. Master was a good housekeeper herself but as she was so busy with work I often was the one tending to the home and keeping master content.

After my chores were done, I stretched out on the giant couch and studied till the early evening, getting all my college work completed enjoying the silence of the house and the warm sun on my back. Eventually as the shadows began creeping into the house I set my books away and typing on an apron I headed into the kitchen to begin making dinner for the evening. I don't typically cook, master was much better at it then I but on accession like today when I stayed home, which actually was a rarity, and my classes had been cancelled. Soon I had the kitchen filled with smells and the stove bubbling away with numerous scrumptious dishes, and I began running back and forth through out with my apron fluttering as I kept everything going and making sure nothing burned. When I first learned to cook I almost set master's kitchen on fire and ever since I stay on my toes when I cook. After awhile I got all my dishes finished and laid out on the table and settled in, keeping everything warm while I waited for Master to come home.

Before long I heard the door open and Master's cheerful voice coming through the house.

“Jody, Mommy's home!”

Oh god so that was her angle for the evening, Baby Boy Jody was going to be growing up very fast tonight thanks to mommy's enthusiastic help, and enema bag……

Putting a big smile on my face, I ran into the hall and flung myself at mommy giggling as she picked me up in her arms my apron swirling around her as she hugged me.

“As happy as I am to see you Jody, and as lovely as you are in just my apron it really isn't appropriate to wear in front of company.”

Setting me down Mommy turned and I finally noticed that she had a guest with her, Mark. Glowering I nodded politely at Mark while he leered at me.

“Oh it's quite alright Vanessa, I don't mind your little toy parading around in the buff, I agree the sight is rather pleasing.”

I hated Mark with a vengeance; he worked with Master and was older than her by a few years, and devilishly hansom. I knew master enjoyed living and playing with me but Mark always left me insecure because he seemed like such a better prospect then me, a college student who was still making his way in the world, but as he was master's “friend” so I had to behave and treat him politely, at least until I could beat him up when master wasn't looking…..bastard.

Putting on a fake smile I grinned at Mark. “Sorry Mark but I really should put clothing on for dinner, and I will save the apron for Vanessa to enjoy me in latter.”

Smirking as I rubbed in the fact that toy I might be, I still got Master in the evening ,I turned and making sure that Mark got a quick look at my back side, something he would never have, I went into the bed room to pull my clothes back on.

Soon I was back in the kitchen pulling out another plate and filling it for my unwelcome guest trying so hard to be polite and not bashing Mark over the head with the plate. During dinner Mark kept up a lively conversation with Master about work, politics and business, smugly keeping me mostly out of the conversation since I was not as well versed as the two of them. He was telling me that although master might enjoy me now he was her equal not I. Keeping mostly quiet I let Mark continue to make an ass of himself as he attempted to flatter an uninterested Master and enjoy the fruits of my domestic labors, my dinner was perfect.

Eventually after finishing dinner Mark and Master moved to the dinner room to share a bottle of wine together and I set about cleaning the dishes up and hoping that Mark's “business” would be over quickly. After awhile the prick, uh, businessman left for his home and I had Master all to myself to spend the entire evening with. It was the perfect opportunity to continue to convince Master that Mark was an ass. Even if I might never be worthy of being more than her toy, I was willing to at least show her that I was a better choice than Mark.