Switch Flicked to 'full-on' Fiona

(Written in the context of a second person)

Opportunistic. That is Fiona. She looks for, or at worst, waits for opportunities to break out with total abandon. She is always listening and although there have been significantly far fewer and further between of those opportunities, the effect is usually the same.

Only it wasn't last time -- it was far more intense.

Fiona hasn't been in control for six months but she has still been somewhere in the feint background before taking subtle and tiny steps forward every now and again.

Sometimes, Fiona would seize the opportunity to extract the dildo and ride it for a while, and Fiona would make some strides forward in breaking new sexual ground and creating firsts in doing so.

Add in my well documented sexual experiences and this was just what Fiona needed to begin reasserting herself. I knew she was there and she knew that I knew she was there.

From dildo play, the focus, relativity and feeling of plug use followed where opportunity allowed.

Chastity seemed to go perfectly, hand in glove, and strategies were applied to make both happen as frequently as possible in the working week and the more those opportunities arose in the working week, the more they would happen.

Two office days became four and Fiona was back doing the things that are necessary to make things happen, adding time to the working day to fit and remove devices, the period fitted in between made as long as possible.

One day, her radar-like ears picked up on an opportunity that had not been experienced for years - an opportunity that would release her, and for the switch to be flicked to full-on Fiona.

She had lost track of the last such opportunity upon which time, she could fully shake off the shackles and run amok.

There was a suggestion of it happening again for the first time in a very long time but it wasn't initially confirmed.

No matter.

If it did happen, Fiona knew what the plan was, right down to the outfit and stockings, and under Mistress' last instruction, the same tiny chastity device -- The Hive -- along with the recently much used Lovense Hush plug which was left in a readied, charged state, and with the added sensation that Fiona would be used all day but also bedded overnight and kept awake through regular remote control use of the plug by random after random.

Then, one day, confirmation. A whole 24 hours was to be available including the opportunity to sleep in lingerie too.

A time was confirmed for the start of such activities but this was followed by the added bonus of being able to start earlier than had first been anticipated.

The build up to 'that' moment, being able to dress at home and play freely and brazenly was difficult to go through but distractions helped endure.

There was no need to plan as the plan had been long since hatched.

The house was empty early. As had been the case on so very many occasions pre-pandemic, Fiona was like a coiled spring, bouncing out of bed to prepare, to go and recover the trappings of all-out kink.

Fiona took a moment to recall the steps of preparation, strip, lock and plug (setting up the remote control app at the same time), pull on the stockings, put on and pull up the see through thong, obtain and step into the long-since planned cami-suspender with frilly hem, attach the suspender clasps to the stocking tops and 'voila'.

The slut was back and in full effect.

She revelled in the long since craved imagery in the full length bedroom mirror -- Fiona was back and she wasn't going to let this opportunity go to waste -- absolutely not.

With a few snaps taken for posterity, in the back of her mind, something still rankled with her.

Her vessel was in considerably in need of a body wax and those snaps very much confirmed as such -- but this was not sufficient to deter her and was, in fact, something she could see past to get her way.

Work was the order of the day but at home. A cover was placed over the camera of the work lap top -- just in case -- and anyway, if a call had come in, the credible excuse would be that the camera was on the blink.

Never mind work. Fiona would allow her vessel to cover a few bases of the day job, but with a Lovense Hush inserted, and the hem of the cami-suspender nowhere near able to cover the chastity device, framed beautifully by the stocking tops.

The office chair was sat upon, the room blinds closed from the outside world, and a pair of jogging bottoms, a t-shirt, a fleece and a pair of socks placed strategically to hand to throw on in the event of someone coming to the door.

A delivery WAS expected at some point anyway.

Was that it? Dressed, locked and plugged like a sub slut to do a day of work?

Absolutely not.

The rarely used webcam was located, connected, and positioned from diagonally above, a webcam site log in that Fiona used to use pre-pandemic was still active.

With the feed on, Fiona went live and it was not long before she was drawing attention. Fiona also logged into a video conferencing system using her account, and with the plug fully charged, logged into the associated apps and activated the plug control link which was always the same and which now showed control sessions in the thousands and climbing, and the number would certainly climb in the 24 hours ahead.

Regular 'control friends' would assume control and rock the slut's hole, with wave after wave of patterns.

Fiona was on display, on a Web cam, overtly indulging in the most explicit and blazé style of sex chat, dressed like a slut, locked in tiny chastity, and had her plug repeatedly used, one session ending and another beginning almost instantly -- the draw coming from the slutty description to go with the control profile leaving little to the imagination.

Some considerable hours later, the battery had begun to run down in the plug and although it wouldn't take long to charge it back up to 100%, ready for the overnight session, Fiona knew there needed to be a replacement.

With the much larger standard plug irresistible, the Lovense Hush was replaced within seconds, the slut's hole more lubricated than it had ever been before, but with yet more lubricant having been applied nevertheless.

Fiona sat squarely down and felt the pressure as the foot of the plug was pressed in by the seat pad of the office chair and the pointed head of it rising up into her anal cavity.

After a short while, this was not enough though and more penetration was craved. That craving would soon be satisfied as Fiona's attention turned to the 6″ dildo that she knew was to hand.

On camera, the extremely well lubricated plug was eased out cleanly, the dildo merely slipped back in its place -- even bigger and with more reach inside the anal cavity.

With the suction cup attaching to the leatherette seat pad of the office chair, and the Hush control link hushed, Fiona sat balls deep and put on a further cam show, occasionally bouncing up and down on the dildo, demonstrating, visibly, audibly and in text sex chat that she was more than ready and hot for cock.

DMs chimed on both the webcam and video conferencing sites keeping the interest piqued and the sexual tension at its highest.

Nothing was held back. Fiona was a cock and cum hungry slut and she was going to brazenly, intimately, explicitly and repeatedly tell as many people as she could.

The caged excuse for a cock, stimulated by the Hush plug for days, and now able to ruin from anal alone, was now occasionally leaking, but Fiona was careful not to allow a full load to be pumped. She still had long-term plans for the many more hours ahead.

Falling fully under the control of the assembled on line audience, Fiona followed virtually all and any instruction, to stand up, lift the hem of the outfit, do a twirl, show off her stocking clad legs, and with a locked but leaking excuse for a cock and having declared being a cock and cum slut, Fiona was then even denied any leaking pre-cum.

Instead, the exhibitive sub was instructed to smear the leaking cum around its mouth and let it dry. It could not lick its lips, this time, even denied its own cum, having evidenced its craving for it on line.

The cam session continued to be the focus, the work laptop chiming elsewhere occasionally with notifications, the odd moment seeing some work on it, but the larger screen of the two was the home PC, the screen showing the cam image, the chat window chiming as well as the video conferencing chat in another window as correspondents sought to chat, whilst others merely kept a quiet watch.

Fiona had remained in the same outfit for hours but it had long been the outfit she wanted to wear and had been planning to wear the minute there had been only the merest suggestion that there would be an opportunity to do so.

But a change was felt necessary but was not to be done in private and with everything to hand, Fiona provocatively got up, slipped the dildo out and placed it, pointing upwards just within camera shot, and stepping to the other side of the camera which offered a wide angle view, slowly stripped down to chastity and chastity strap only, the outfit and black stockings hung over the door, before she began to dress in a fairly new purple and gold outfit with matching thong and gold stockings, bought after Mistress had selected a colour for Her sub to buy an outfit in some months ago.

Once that was done, Fiona slipped the freshly charged Lovense Hush plug back in, as easily as the dildo had previously been inserted, the extent to which the sub's hole had been primed, opened and lube allowing it with ease, and sat back down in front of the camera, to continue the chat.

With the Hush reconnected, and the control link opened once more, those who watched the show were continuing to ask so very many questions, which were explicitly and graphically answered, the microphone, picking up Fiona's moans as wave after wave of pulses pounded her hole, one session after the other, Fiona occasionally grinding on the device.

At the end of the working day, Fiona had to make her excuses, and end the session, the fact being that matters relating to sex play had come in place of food. Besides, there were some domestic things she needed to do around the house.

Later that evening, after a meal, the sustained nature of activities, plus a lack of food from earlier had led Fiona to become jaded, and when it was bed time, she slipped into a third outfit -- a red lace basque with black bows, a matching thong and red lace topped stockings, knowing that, with the plug still tightly inserted, fully charged and available for remote control use, so equally highly sexually charged, with the sub's tiny cock tightly locked too, knew she would get little if any sleep.

The stimulus of being able to lift the duvet and see a red lace basque and red lace topped stockings coupled with the pinging of the control link led to mere dozing, awoken every time the next control link notification chimed, Fiona using every shred of energy to engage and chat with those that wanted to, some explicitly, dominantly, new contacts forged referring to Fiona as their slut and what they would do to it as a result.

Fiona has a longing for big black cock but was yet to experience it, so when a black Daddy began corresponding with her, she was thrilled when she was sent a big black cock pic in the Hush plug DMs. Daddy wanted his slut bareback, and the chat was explicitly playing out the situation as if it was really happening.

Fiona's tiny locked cock was straining in its cage and frequently leaking, Fiona's lips still coated in now dried pre-cum from earlier, giving her the occasional taste of it, but she mopped up any pre-cum she could take from the head of her chastity device.

With Fiona exchanging explicitly in the DM text/sext chat thread, offering bareback and to swallow Daddy's load, it wasn't long before they had sent Fiona a video of them emptying a heavy load from a seated position, quietly, muted, into a toilet bowl, whispering how much they lusted after Fiona's tight pussy.

All that Fiona could think of was that she wanted to have been able to swallow that load. Daddy told his slut that it should watch the video repeatedly and imagine being filled with it.

Fiona did that, saving it to her phone, along with the earlier cock picture for later gazing.

The night continued, dozing, phone chiming, plug humming, but amongst all the activity, and as the need for sleep became greater, there was still the frustration of hearing the phone chime to advise that someone had connected to take control, only they never did.

Fiona gave them a few minutes before ending the session and reactivating it. This has been a frequent issue for Fiona of late, offering herself for use, and explicit chat, but with so many failing to grasp what they needed to do once connected.

However, as night slowly began to turn into day, another connection was made, and a friend request soon accepted from another Daddy who wanted control and ownership of a locked, dressed, plugged cock and cum slut.

The nature of the sex chat was much, if not, the same as Fiona had been engaging in before, but this Daddy wanted audio too and, when Fiona typed a message, they replied with a voice note, more tangibly and authoritatively applying dominance to the sub and wanted audio in reply.

Responding to Fiona in one of a few voice notes, he said that he knew what he could do with his owned slut but was still constantly coming up with ideas about getting her round there, queuing horny alpha men up to breed its hole, one after the other. Daddy wanted to hear his sub's moans as the Hush plug was driven to the max inside its hole, so Fiona obliged.

Although this particularly Daddy had control, it suddenly relinquished it and the connection was broken, but it seemed that somehow, they had to return and after a short while, Fiona was caught completely by surprise when a phone call came in via the same platform.

She let it ring for a few seconds, not entirely sure what to do, before answering and in an effeminate, whispery, night-time voice corresponded, in exactly the same way that the fingers would have danced on her phone, but as the waves of pleasure continued to pound her hole after this second Daddy took control.

The extent to which Fiona was coming across as a slut soon seemed to put this particular contact towards an out-of-control spin. With the phone connection still established, they began to moan repeatedly, the sounds that this particular Daddy was about to cum heavily and after a few seconds, the line went dead.

The slut had made another cock cum for her and she was immensely satisfied.

By the time the sun had begun to rise, Fiona acknowledged that the plug had finally run out of charge, and allowed herself to drift more towards sleep than sex.

Fiona's time in control was ending and she knew it, but sleep just wouldn't take full control as she continued to relish the imagery under the duvet of stocking clad legs, lingerie clad body and, with the matching thong having been moved to one side, and plenty of overnight images having been snapped and shared online, the chastity device, containing a tiny cock which had been regularly straining within and continued to do so, but was to be restrained for a while longer.

However, at another point when Fiona had awoken, she realised it was close to the end of the 24 hours of control she had dominated and had held with a vice-like grip.

With that, with a shrug, a great deal of regret but also acceptance, Fiona relinquished overt control, shedding the things that symbolise her and her sexuality, as it would not be long before she needed to be hidden away once more, until the next time -- whenever that may be -- but whenever it is, she will be ready.