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When I woke the following morning, I felt strangely rejuvenated, as if my tears had cleansed me. I still ached, but now I embraced it. I still felt a yearning desire to orgasm, but I welcomed it. My entire outlook had changed. My goal was no longer to simply make it through until I was allowed to cum again. Now it was the desperation itself that I craved. I would continue to follow Sir's tasks, but not as a form of self punishment, but rather as tools to help me achieve ever higher levels of need.

Sir had said my pussy wasn't to be touched, but that didn't mean I had no other options. I sorted through my box of toys, and near the bottom I found what I was looking for. I own two butt plugs. One, small and made of silicone I received as a free gift when I bought something else. That was still in its box, unused. The other had a metal base with a long grey fur tail. I'd worn that once, as part of a 'kinky werewolf' Halloween costume. Since I still had to go to work, there wasn't really a choice to make.

I opened the box, added lube and in one smooth continuous motion pushed the plug into my ass. It wasn't actually that bad. There was a little pain as I stretched to take it inside, but even at its widest it was still thinner than Sir. I put the lube in my bag, got dressed and headed off to work.

The drive was... interesting. Sat as I was, I could feel the plug being pressed into me. I felt the vibrations from the car's engine and even the slightest bump in the road. By the time I reached the car park I was more than a little flustered. My panties had soaked through and there was a telling wet spot on my skirt. I had to take the plug out. I gave it a quick clean with a wet wipe, then put it in my bag.

About an hour and a half later, I took a toilet break and used the opportunity to reinsert the plug. It went in easier than before. Something about wearing a butt plug in such a public place gave an enormous boost to my confidence and I found myself exaggerating the sway of my hips as I walked back to my desk.

As I sat there I discovered that if leant back the pressure from the plug would grow more intense. If I instead leant forward it would lessen. For the best part of ten minutes I barely typed anything, I hardly even read anything on my screen. I just slowly rocked back and forwards. Then I found out I could achieve the same thing by just moving my hips, keeping my upper body in place. I still didn't get any work done, but at least I didn't have to worry about my coworkers noticing anything.

Lunchtime rolled around and I headed back to the toilets to take the plug out again. I was enjoying how it felt, but I didn't want to risk getting sore. Besides, I needed to at least do some work. My panties were so wet I could practically see myself dripping from them when I pulled them down. As I ran my hand across them, seeing my juices collecting on my fingertips, I had a brainwave. Sanitary towels! I took a couple from the dispenser, put one in my bag - just in case - and stuck the other inside my panties. Maybe I couldn't do anything about how wet they already were, but I could stop the problem getting any worse.

I drove home without the butt plug. It was just that bit too distracting and I really didn't want to make that explanation to my insurance. I got straight in the bath to soak. The panty liners had made a massive difference but by the time I thought of it the damage was done and I'd been stewing in my juices all day. I messaged Sir a picture from the bath and asked whether I was allowed to touch myself to wash. Of course I was, but he did warn me to be careful and not get carried away 'cleaning' for too long. I was developing a little stubble, but I decided against shaving. Paying attention to my pussy for that long would just be asking for temptation.

I felt so much better after my bath. While drying off, I brushed across my pussy with the towel and - wouldn't you know it - she was wet again straight after. I slipped my robe on and started thinking about dinner, but first there was something I wanted to do. I picked up the tail plug. I hadn't particularly liked wearing it the one time I'd tried, but a lot had changed since then.

It was thicker than the one I'd had in throughout the day, but the hard unyielding metal actually made it easier to get it inside me. It felt completely different to the silicone one. It was like the difference between a rubber dildo and a glass one, only more so if that makes sense. I felt my body moving around it with every step I took as I crossed the room to the mirror.

Seeing the thick grey fur hanging down behind my thighs, I could almost imagine it was part of me. It even twitched slightly when I tensed my ass. I'm not ashamed to say I posed with it. Not for Sir, not for pictures, but for me. I left my robe off and went to cook, just me and my tail walking around the kitchen.

I stayed that way until shortly before bedtime, when Sir sent me his daily message with my next task. I had to read it twice.

"Tomorrow you are not to touch yourself until I tell you otherwise. Every time you are tempted, or so much as think about it you are to write something degrading on your body. When I get home I'll read them and decide if they're acceptable"

When he got home? But tomorrow was only the fifth day! Did he mean for me to leave those words on me for the whole weekend? Weekend - that's when it hit me. Sir was gone for a week, but to him that meant a work week, Monday to Friday!