Page 9 of Bound to the EMT

Her anxiety picks back up as she walks so slowly, it’s as if she’s making her way to the execution square. Bits of packaging litters the comforter, and I walk over and scoop them up. She gives a soft squeak of protest, but soon quiets as I raise my eyebrow.

From what I can piece together from the mangled pieces, this plug is one I actually recommend to those interested in anal play. It’s supposed to have an anchor that nestles right between the butt cheeks, allowing it to act as a large, flared base while keeping it comfortable at the same time.

“I’m confused. How is this stuck? Did you put it in wrong?”

“I don’t know,” she wails, looking pitiful, miserable, and utterly delectable. “I did it like the doctor showed me, but when I tugged on it, it wouldn’t come out.”

Well at least that confirms the anchor is still in place and the plug is not actually up inside her. That’s a relief. Unfortunately, it turns this afternoon from being an emergency to just an erotic conundrum.

“What doctor? You can’t possibly expect me to believe a medical professional told you to do this. We’ve progressed a lot since the splitting into the various dynamics, but not that much.”

“No. I didn’t get a prescription. But Doctor Feel Good-”

A bark of laughter spills from my lips. I try so hard to keep it bottled up inside because she looks so earnest. Poor, naïve, little thing.

“You mean Doctor Feel Good from the anal whores anon website?”

Her cute little nose scrunches into a frown. “I didn’t look at the site. I just clicked on the first video that looked professional.”

“Trust me, Princess,” I chuckle. “He’s far from professional. A professional perv, maybe, but that’s it.”

That frown only grows deeper. “I’d appreciate it if you didn’t call me princess.”

“And I’d appreciate it if you pulled down your pants and showed me your ass so I can go back to helping people who actually need me and not stand around with a horny rich girl looking to waste my time.”

Her gaze drops to the floor as her entire demeanor changes. “I’m sorry. You’re right. I’m acting like a spoiled princess. I’m not trying to be. I’m just... It’s not... I’ve never-”

“Oh, trust me,” I interrupt. “I’m understanding all too well that you’ve never done anything like this in your life. Now let me see.”

“He had diplomas, you know,” she murmurs as she turns around and pulls down her pants and underwear, exposing the most perfect ass to my hungry gaze.

“Who did?”

“Doctor Feel Good.”

“I’m sure he did. And I’m sure they’re just as fake as the moans from his co-stars.”

She turns around, mouth agape. “It was fake? All of it was fake?”

“Well, of course,” I sputter. “What do you think most of porn is?”

“But I... No. I wasn’t watching porn,” she cries out, hysteria once more lacing her voice. “I was watching Doctor-”

“Feel Good. I know. You know what? We don’t need to keep talking about it. Let me see the damage.”

Every inch of her screams out in misery as she gets on her hands and knees and sticks her ass out, not at all realizing just how good of a show she’s putting on for me. Climbing behind her onto the bed, I will my cock to flag. I need my wits about me, in case something really is wrong.

There, gleaming from between her perfectly round cheeks, lies the anchor. It’s officially not stuck up inside her. That’s certainly a relief.

“I’m going to try tugging now. You’re going to feel my hand against you as I spread you open. Try to relax for me, okay?”

“I- I’ll try. But please, do hurry. The servants will be back in a few hours, and I’ll need time to collect myself.”

I bite my tongue, refusing to make matters worse by saying some snide comment. Reaching into my bag, I pull out some gloves and slide them on with an audible smack. Emmeline jerks, her body going ramrod at the sound. Jumpy little thing.

In an attempt to soothe her, I rest my hand on her right ass cheek, but all that does is make her body tense even more. I have to get my head in the game. This isn’t some kinky pastime I’m indulging in. She’s an omega in distress, and it’s my job to assist her.

“Okay. Pulling on it now.” I slide my fingers under the anchor and pull, but it barely budges.