Page 1 of Bound to the EMT

CHAPTER 1

EMMELINE

It’s not going to fit. There’s no way this thing is actually going to fit inside of me. Bits of paper and plastic litter the pristine billowy comforter, looking at odds with the rest of the room. A little pile of chaos. Just like my insides.

What was I thinking, buying something so obscene? I squeeze my eyes shut as guilt and shame slam into me so hard I nearly lose my breath. Will my depravity know no end?

A heavy sigh drifts from my lips as I shuffle through the bits of cardboard, fairly mutilated with how anxious I was to get into the package. Perfect Fit Fantasies. Perfect fit... It still looks far too big.

The woman on the back smiles from ear to ear, her happiness and satisfaction fairly oozing from her as she holds the butt plug in her hand. She looks so sure of herself, so confident that this one particular sexual device will answer all her problems.

But then, she’s paid to look that way. There’s no guarantee it’s even in her or ever has been. Squinting down at the mangled instructions, tears blur my vision for a moment. This is ridiculous. I should be ecstatic. Finally, I’ll know at least a little bit of what the girls at school are talking about.

Granted, it’s not as satisfying as I’m sure it will be with a man, but I have to start somewhere. Right? Again, I do my best to read the instructions, but somehow, I managed to rip open the package just well enough that not everything is clear.

I’m sure a video would elucidate it for me. Why didn’t I think of that before? Probably because I’m too busy overthinking things.

Heck, I’m already a mess while the plug sits innocently on my lap. How neurotic am I going to be when I actually try to use the darn thing? Again, I have to wonder if this is all a mistake. If I’m this on edge, maybe I should just say no.

But then, I’m in too deep to stop now. Pulling a bit of hair out of my eyes, I tuck the strands behind my ear and glance over at the door. Silence. My heart pounds in my chest as my fingers drift down to the enormous hunk of metal sitting there looking menacing as it gleams up at me.

Giving my servants the day off while my parents are away is either the best or worst idea I’ve ever had. As I turn the object over a few times before resting it against my palm, I wonder if it will end up being the worst. If something goes wrong, who will help me?

I toss my head back as a very unladylike snort drifts from my nose. Nothing bad is going to happen. Nothing bad can happen.

It’s not like the other girls needed help when they tried these things. Not that they would actually admit to needing assistance. But then, again, I don’t know how many of them actually have servants to help even if it was needed.

I’m overthinking things. I just have to watch a video and see that there’s nothing to be worried about. If these girls can shove all manner of objects into any opening they wish, then I should be fine with a plug that’s specifically designed for such a purpose.

Pulling out my communicator, I take one more hesitant glance over at the door. No matter how many times I look over there, it’s going to be the same. My parents are gone for the rest of the week. The servants are with their families until tonight or tomorrow morning.

I’m alone.

All alone.

Then why do I still feel so guilty?

Again, I look down at the shiny hunk of metal, my stomach sinking. I know why. Even if it’s not an Alpha, I’m still defiling myself. Mother would be so ashamed and aghast if she knew what I was contemplating right now.

Indecision and guilt war inside me until I can no longer think. Resting back against the fluffy pillows, I type in a quick search. Looking won’t hurt. Will it?

My eyes widen as I scroll through all the different tips and tricks. Most of them mention lube. Lots and lots of lube. Isn’t that just my luck that it’s the one thing I didn’t grab? Silly me. I thought everything would come with the package.

A frown mars my face as I lean back over and sift through the wreckage. Honestly, I could have just overlooked it. As my fingers brush through the bits and pieces, my nail grazes against something a bit different. It’s not paper or plasticky like the container. This is something else.

My heart skips a beat as excitement thrums through my system like a live, crackling wire. There, attached to the underside of part of the packaging, are two small vials. Honestly, they look more like those little individual anti-aging potions than something as nefarious as lube.

“Lubricant,” I mutter out loud as I turn the first one over in my hand. “Anal Relaxer,” as I turn over the second.

Maybe I don’t need both. The lube is bad enough. Besides, out of all the articles I’ve seen, only one mentioned any sort of relaxer. Best to stick with whatever seems to work the best.

I squirm on the bed as I imagine the idea of my bottom hole being relaxed. It’s almost worse than imagining putting this plug up me. It can’t be healthy at all.

Switching over to a new tab, I pull up some film clips to help me better understand what it is I need to do. I click on the first one, sighing in relief as a doctor stands proudly with a clipboard. See. Medicinal. A doctor wouldn’t endorse this action if it were wrong.

“Hi, I’m Doctor Feel Good,” he rumbles, his deep Alpha voice nearly vibrating through the screen. “Today, we’re going to learn all about anal pleasuring. Come over here as I see to my newest patient, Trixie.”

Odd name notwithstanding, I find myself relaxing as he drones on in that professional voice while putting Trixie at ease. However, as he gives her a typical medical examination, things take a turn for the bizarre. Why is she having to undress for him to hear her heartbeat?