April stared at the buttplug. It looked completely ordinary, average sized, metal, with a jewelled heart at the base. It also definitely wasn’t hers, and it definitely hadn’t been sitting on her desk before. So it had been put there deliberately. A trap, a game, a test? She didn’t know which, but she wasn’t going to find out. At least not yet. 

“I’m not falling for it.” Although nobody was in the room with her, April knew that whoever needed to hear it would be listening. She turned away from the buttplug, put her headphones on, and started browsing her computer.

Except she noticed something had changed. The buttplug was closer, within arms reach, and with a bottle of lube next to it. Once again, April turned away. She’d given in enough times before, she had to prove that her will wasn’t that weak. So no matter how fun it looked, and no matter how curious she was for what was in store, it wasn’t worth it.

It moved again. This time the plug was right in front of her and a drop of lube was trickling from the bottle. But most importantly there was a sticky note on it. “Pretty please?” April gave a dramatic sigh, but inwardly she smiled. It was nice of her housemates to use their manners. “Okay fine, but only because you asked politely.” She stood up and stripped out of her pants, out of her underwear, leaving her booty exposed. The buttplug was hefty, but it was pretty much the same size she used on her own. After applying a hefty amount of lube, she slid it right into place, enjoying the feeling as her ass was filled.

She put her panties back on, but left her pants off. Already her cock was getting hard and pushing at the fabric. April had to admit she enjoyed the feeling, having her ass filled while sitting at her computer. And to her surprise it hadn’t expanded in size or warped her body into a bimbo or anything. It was just a normal buttplug, giving her a normal sensation and making her the regular amount of horny. 

However, just as she sat down, there was a flash in the corner of her eye. Now a small plastic chastity cage sat on her desk as well. She hadn’t even fully processed it when a pair of vibrating nipple clamps joined it, along with another sticky note. 

“Pretty pretty please?”

April stared at the objects and considered her options. On the one hand, they were clearly going to keep escalating and see just how far she could be pushed. On the other hand, whoever sent them had asked nicely. 

And on the other other hand, pretending there was a choice was absurd when she was already slipping back out of her panties.