“yes I seem to have a broken vibrator in my bum!!!”….

An evening home alone I decide its a good opportunity to play with myself and exercise by tranny pussy.

I have had a few beers, so feeling completely relaxed I set about dressing and making myself look as tarty and trashy as possible.

Porn film playing on the TV wearing high heels stockings Basque and heavy trashy make-up, I adore my feminine image in the mirror, wondering what it would be like to have my tranny pussy arse fucked. I am turned on by the feminine image starting from the mirror back out at me, my cock hard in my hand. My attention waxing towards the porn movie playing on the TV and then back to my slutty image in the mirror.

Horney as hell I get out my G-Spot vibrator, for years I have used this pleasurable little toy, and for years had used baby oil as the lubricant, this evening being no different I lubricate the toy with the baby oil, before inserting it into my tranny arse. Lubricated it goes deeper and deeper.

Turning on the power from the battery controller I feel it vibrating deep inside of me. On my knees bouncing up and down, feeling the strokes of the vibrator in my arse my body shudders with pleasure. Gazing between the tranny image in the mirror and the filth of the porn on the TV, my cock hard, wanking, The feeling of the dildo in my arse buzzing away I fall into ecstasy, imagination running wild. I drop into a deep fantasy I receive the pleasure of both my wanking and the dildo in my arse vibrating away.

The vibrations moving slightly with each stroke as I bounce backwards and forwards on my knees. Eventually everything comes to a head, I shudder as I calm down from the pleasure of the orgasm I just let rip, feeling satisfied with my efforts of dressing and fucking myself sill with a vibrating dildo in my arse I decide its time to clean up and settle down for the evening. Little did I know things where about to get very interesting indeed.

I lift myself up from the floor removing the dildo from my arse, but hang on! Looking down at the dildo in my hands it looks incomplete. I have the battery controller, wire and base of the dildo that holds the vibrating motor, but not the rest of the dildo shaft, Its missing !!!!

Immediately thinking the worst, the horror realization the rest may still be in my arse I scan the floor frantically. Hoping its actually on the carpet somewhere. I look everywhere before accepting that the rest of the vibrator must still be in my arse.

I am shitting myself at the thought of this, what can I do now
Reaching for the box of latex gloves, I slip one on to my hand, and spreading my cheeks, I insert one and then two fingers into my arse, and carefully search to see if I can locate the broken part of the vibrator. All of a sudden I feel the end of the vibrator, my fingers already 6 inches into my arse, there is little room for me to manoeuvre, and I struggle to get a hold of the broken vibrator. With each failed attempt I realize the horror that I am probably making things worse as each time it becomes more and more difficult to locate the darn thing.

What am I to do, how I am to get out of this situation?

Having given up trying to remove the broken dildo from my arse for the fear of making things worse I think about what my possibilities are as I remove the slutty make-up from my face. Its amazing how the shock of a situation like this also sobers one up very quickly. I remove my girly clothes and take a shower.

Slowly coming to accept the fact I cannot just leave the dildo in my arse, my first thought being just go to bed and sleep, maybe in the morning when it’s time for the toilet it will just pass out along with the normal routine!
No, hang on, what if I leave it there and I cant pass it out? Worse still if I leave it there, could I go into septic shock? Ohh dear what am I to do?
Finishing my shower and getting dressed I decide its time to seek some professional help. No I don’t mean a session with my psychiatrist to talk about how one ends up in this sort of situation; I need more direct and fast help, and so I decided to call NHS Direct!

How do you pick up the phone and tell a complete stranger you got drunk and ended up breaking a dildo, the broken part still firmly buried inside your arse? I dialled the number…

“NHS direct….How can I help you?”…Enquired the friendly voice at the other end of the line.

“Err yes, I wonder if you can help?, I seem to be suffering from a blockage!”
“A blockage sir? Can you be more specific?”, full of embarrassment, I quietly murmured, “err, yes I seem to have a broken vibrator in my bum!!!”.

“I see!” the nurse’s voice on the phone shows no sign of embarrassment and yet offers no comfort. “How did this happen then?” , she enquires… “Well I was playing with myself, and when I finished realized that half the vibrator was missing!”, I explained full of embarrassment.

“So have you tried to get it out yourself then?”, “Yes, but I think I just made things worse, as it is now more difficult to get at”, I replied in embarrassment.
“OK, the part of the Dildo that’s left in your bum, does it have the battery in it?”, she enquired. “No I have that part!”, I explain.

“OK, I am going to have to ask you to come down to Accident and Emergency!” she explains. “Bring the remainder of the dildo with you, so we can see what we need to deal with!” “Being a Friday night you may have to wait a little while before you are seen, but you will need to be seen by a doctor, you just can’t leave the dildo in your bum!”.

Taking the details, the worst of my initial embarrassment over, and knowing In could be in for a long wait I ordered a taxi. You know I just thought they would send a paramedic or something and they would magically sort me out at home. But no, I know have to face more embarrassment of turning up at Accident and Emergency and having to deal with the problem face to face with the doctors and nurses at the hospital.

30 Minutes later I arrive at the hospital, and I approach the desk. I greet the receptionist and give her my name, full of embarrassment I explain I had called NHS direct earlier about a blockage (sounds like I was explaining a problem to a plumber), and had been asked to present myself at Accident and Emergency.

“Oh yes she exclaimed, I have the details here!”. “Did you bring the rest of the broken vibrator?”, she asked as she looked at me with a straight face. No signs of embarrassment, no judging looks, just a very direct question!
“Err Yes!”, I handed h2yeser the plastic bag I had containing the rest of the broken vibrator. She looks into the bag and said “I see. So the other part is well err, occupying some space inside you then?”.

A very sheepish reply of “yes”, I just about murmured out then. She looked at me re-assuring, “don’t worry, we will get someone to see you and get you sorted out!”

I am invited to take a seat, “it may be a few hours before we can get you seen to”, I am advised. So I wonder off and take a seat in the waiting area. Surprisingly, though I am aware of the broken dildo in my bum, it’s not too uncomfortable, but I am very well aware it’s there, and that the staff know I have been silly enough to put myself in this predicament.

After being examined by a doctor who also failed to remove the dildo from my bum, by means of him exploring inside my arse with his lubricated and latexed gloved hand, they decide to send me to x-ray in order to locate the position of the Dildo. An hour later they return with the X-ray which clearly shows the lost part of the dildo inside of me. I never thought that a dildo could go so far up ones backside that it appeared to be above the pelvis, I think to myself as the doctor explains that they are going to have to put me under general anaesthetic, in order that they can work on me to remove the broken dildo from my bum.

“What on earth where you doing in order to break it like this he asked?”, I explained that I had used this same toy for years with no problems”. “ I noticed the smell of Baby oil on you”, he asked, “is that what you used to lubricate it?”. “Yes, I always used baby oil..”. He smiled at me, “Well I don’t think you will be using baby oil in more! That’s what’s caused the problem, baby oil breaks down rubber….”, well this was a hard lesson to learn, but one I would never forget.

After I come round from the anaesthetic after the operation, I am informed the blockage was dealt with successfully. I noticed that there is no discomfort or any pain in my bum what so ever. I never expected that, I expected to be somewhat uncomfortable down there, but no it was fine.
However, my left arm is in agony, elbow bruised, fore arm black and blue, what on earth happened to me in theatre? I wonder to myself, thinking its best not to ask.

The nurse advises “because you have had a General Operation, we need to contact your next of Kin and have them collect you! You can’t be left on your own for the next 24 hours, as you need to be observed, in case there are any problems with you having had a general anaesthetic!”.

“What shall I tell them, you have been in for then, she asks?”.
“I suppose you could just tell them, I had to come in and have a blockage cleared!”, hopefully they won’t enquire any further than that….

To this day, one lesson I have learned from this. Never use Baby Oil on your toys……