I'm still trying to process the whirlwind of emotions that have been swirling inside me since this morning, as I sit in my childhood bedroom, surrounded by memories of a simpler time, and I'm left to wonder what on earth Thomas was thinking, making me wear a remote-controlled vibrating egg under a chastity belt at my family's Christmas Eve morning and afternoon. The mere thought of it makes my face burn with a mix of shame and embarrassment, and I can feel my heart racing as I attempt to put my thoughts into words.
As I look back on the events of the day, I'm reminded of the photo shoot we had with a professional photographer, taking pictures of our family in the house and the garden. I tried my best to put on a bright smile and play the part of the happy girlfriend, but little did anyone know, I was secretly squirming with pleasure and discomfort as Thomas activated the vibrating egg at random intervals, sending waves of sensation through my body. I felt like I was going to lose control at any moment, my legs trembling beneath me as I struggled to maintain my composure.
We then headed out to a restaurant for lunch, and I couldn't help but feel like everyone was staring at me, like they knew my dirty little secret. Thomas, of course, was his usual charming self, flirting with the waitresses and making jokes, all while subtly teasing me with the vibrating egg. I had to bite my lip to prevent myself from crying out in pleasure, my face burning with embarrassment as I tried to focus on the conversation around me.
After lunch, we took a walk in the park, and the cold winter air did little to alleviate the heat that was building inside me. Thomas would occasionally brush against me, his hand grazing mine, and I could feel the vibration growing stronger, like it was building towards a crescendo. I was terrified that I would lose control and embarrass myself in front of my family, but at the same time, I was desperate for release, my body aching with anticipation.
The visit to the Christmas market was a blur of colors and sounds, as I struggled to keep my wits about me. Thomas would activation the vibrating egg at random moments, sending me into fits of giggles and gasps, and I could feel my family looking at me with concern, wondering what was wrong with me. I felt like I was living in a dream, like nothing was real, and all that mattered was the sensation building inside me.
The return journey to my childhood home on public transport was the final straw. Thomas activated the vibrating egg one last time, and I felt myself building towards an orgasm, my body trembling with pleasure. I tried to stifle my cries, but it was no use, and I came, right there on the bus, surrounded by strangers and my family. I was mortified, my face burning with shame as I looked around, hoping that no one had noticed.
And now, as I sit in my childhood bedroom, the chastity belt unlocked and the vibrating egg removed, I'm left to ponder the events of the day. What was Thomas thinking, putting me through that? Does he have any idea how humiliating it was for me, how exposed and vulnerable I felt? I thought I knew him, but today has left me questioning everything.
I look around my room, at the familiar walls and the memories that linger here, and I feel like I'm losing myself. I thought I was an adult, capable of making my own decisions, but today has shown me that I'm still just a little girl, playing at being a grown-up. Thomas has a hold on me, a power that I don't fully understand, and it scares me.
As I think about the events of the day, I realize that I'm still trying to process my emotions, to make sense of what happened. I feel like I'm living in a haze, like nothing is real, and all that matters is the sensation of pleasure and pain that Thomas has awakened inside me. I know I should be angry, I should be furious with him for putting me through that, but all I can feel is a deep-seated desire to please him, to make him happy.
It's a strange, twisted game we're playing, Thomas and I, and I'm not sure I fully understand the rules. But as I sit here, in the silence of my childhood bedroom, I know that I'm trapped, caught in a web of desire and shame, and I'm not sure how to escape. The vibrating egg may be gone, but its effects will linger, a reminder of the power that Thomas holds over me, and the depths of my own desires.