Kinktober: Alex/Maggie One-Shots

Day 14 - Public Buttplug Wearing

Day 14 – Public Buttplug Wearing

The quiet hum of Alex's dressing room was a stark contrast to the busy chaos just beyond the door. Makeup artists and producers hurried up and down the hallways, their chatter and last-minute tweaks filling the air. But inside the dressing room, it was just Alex and Maggie—two forces of nature in a moment that was both intimate and charged.

Alex sat in her chair, her posture immaculate as usual, but there was a noticeable tension in her body as she glanced up at the mirror. The reflection showed her perfectly done hair and makeup, the professional exterior that everyone knew her by. But Maggie, standing behind her with that smug smile, knew better. She always did.

"You look perfect," Maggie murmured, leaning down so her lips brushed against Alex's ear, her fingers lightly grazing the back of her neck.

Alex's eyes met Maggie's in the mirror, a mix of nerves and anticipation flickering behind them. "I don't know if this is a good idea," she whispered, her voice betraying the hesitation she rarely let slip.

Maggie chuckled softly, her hand slipping down to rest on Alex's shoulder, squeezing gently. "Of course, it's a good idea," she said, her tone dripping with confidence. "You wanted a little more excitement, didn't you?"

Alex bit her lip, her heart racing as Maggie's fingers trailed down the side of her neck, sending shivers through her body. She had asked for this, in a moment of boldness, but now the reality of what they were about to do was hitting her all at once.

"It's just... we're live in fifteen minutes, Maggie," Alex murmured, her eyes dropping to the floor for a moment. "What if..."

"What if what?" Maggie interrupted, her voice teasing but filled with that authoritative edge that made Alex's pulse quicken. She moved to stand in front of Alex, lifting her chin so their eyes met again. "You're going to sit in that chair and deliver the news like the professional you are. But this time, you'll have a little reminder of who's really in control."

Alex's breath hitched, her cheeks flushing at the thought. The buttplug Maggie had brought with her sat on the dressing table beside them, discreet and unassuming. But to Alex, it was anything but. The idea of having that inside her while hosting The Morning Show —while sitting in front of the cameras, knowing that no one else knew except her and Maggie—was both thrilling and terrifying.

"I... I don't know if I can focus," Alex admitted, her voice quieter now, the vulnerability in her tone so unlike the confident persona she projected to the world.

Maggie smiled, her hand slipping down to rest on Alex's thigh, her thumb rubbing soothing circles into the fabric of her skirt. "Oh, you'll focus," she said softly, leaning in closer. "In fact, I think you'll focus even better. Because every time you feel it, every time you shift in your seat, you'll remember what a good girl you are for me. Won't you?"

Alex's breath caught in her throat at the way Maggie said those words— good girl —as if they were a promise, a command, and a reward all in one. She nodded slowly, her body responding to Maggie's words even if her mind was still spinning.

Maggie's fingers traced along the edge of Alex's skirt, lifting it just enough to expose her bare thighs. "Stand up," Maggie ordered gently, her voice laced with authority, but her eyes held a softness that reassured Alex she was safe, even in this moment of vulnerability.

Alex hesitated for only a second before rising from the chair, the familiar tension in her shoulders relaxing slightly under Maggie's gaze. She trusted her, and more than that, she craved Maggie's approval. Maggie could see it in the way Alex's body responded, the way her breathing changed as Maggie's hands moved lower, brushing over the smooth curve of her ass.