While I have spent a lot of time in the fantasy world, no time at all has passed in the real one. I leave work the happiest I’ve ever been. I’ve finally found an outlet for my desires and the best part no one will know.

I make my way to the train station that’s a couple of minutes from the Museum. I weave my way across the crowded streets, one of the disadvantages of working downtown. With every step I take, I can feel my clit piercing rubbing against my panties, sending a shiver of delight up my spine.

I board the train taking me home and slowly squeeze to the back corner of the cart. On my left is a wall and behind me stands a middle aged man who looks to be an office worker. I wonder what work he would be doing during the weekend ?

The train jolts and he bumps into me. I feel his hand briefly cop a feel of my ass as he rights himself. I don’t react to it. I want to see what he’ll do next.

Sure enough, at the next curve that the train takes, he bumps into me again. His hand lingers longer this time. I feel his hand moving up and down my ass.

After I don’t react, he seems to grow in confidence. He squeezes one ass cheek then the other and retreats. I turn to face and give him a coy smile from underneath my eyelashes before facing the front again. I can feel his hard erection against my ass, so I grind back against him. I can hear his sharp intake of breath. Before it can any further my stop comes up. I reluctantly leave the man, flashing an apologetic smile as I make my way to the doors.

I enter my house and blessedly I’m alone. This will give me a little time to myself to explore my new accessories. As I walk up the stairs, I can feel the delicious burn of my butt plug stretching my hole with each step I take.

Locking my door behind me, I throw my bag on my chair and quickly undress. My clothes end up in a pile on my floor. My nipples stand proud and erect around the piercings. I can feel my pussy dripping down my legs. I take my breasts in my hands and squeeze them. I watch in fascination as it makes the hoops go up and down.

I turn my attention to my clit. It looks beautiful with the new jewelry. Getting on my knees I attach clamps around my nipples and let out a loud moan. I attach a vibrator to my clit at maximum speed and stay like that for a while, enjoying the pleasure coursing up my body. Bending over, I reach back and begin fucking myself with my plug. With each movement I feel my hole being stretched, my titts jiggle back and forth. It isn’t long before I orgasm, coming with a breathless moan.

I clean myself up before getting dressed and going about the rest of the day. That night, sleep didn’t come to me easily. I’m a bundle of nerves thinking about what might happen tomorrow. When I do fall asleep, my dreams are filled with ecstasy and bliss.

The next morning I go about my morning as usual; bag check, uniform check, plug check. I’m all ready to go to work. My mother is a bit suspicious of my unusually good mood but doesn’t ask me anything. That’s future me’s problem.

I spend my day in a bit of a haze as I mechanically guide crowds from exhibit to exhibit. The day seems to stretch indefinitely. Finally, my shift is over.

I hurriedly made my way to the Greek exhibit, making a beeline for Zeno’s statue and touching it.

His hulking form appears before me.