As the competition progressed, the red team got stronger and stronger. We were winning challenge after challenge and our spirits were high. As we were enjoying our glorious rewards we were getting cozier with Chef Ramsay. During our reward trips he flirted openly with the other girls. I knew he was doing this to upset me and it was working. I wanted to tell everyone to keep their slutty hands off Chef Ramsay, but of course I couldn't do that. I just had to sit and endure the torture. And as I would soon find out, there was more torture to come.

As we returned from yet another reward excursion, I returned to the dorms to find a package on my bed. Apart from my name it had no markings on it. I took the package with me to the bathroom and locked the door behind me. I sat down on the edge of the bathtub and opened the package. On the inside I found a small bag made of black velvet and a note saying "Wear these tonight". I closed my eyes and paused for a moment. I was sure I did not want to see the contents of the bag.

With shaky hands I untied the ribbon and shook the bag's contents into my hand. A string of three small steel spheres with a loop at the end. I knew exactly what these were. Geisha balls. I sighed of relief. It could have been worse.

Before dinner service, I quickly slid the balls inside of me, leaving the loop dangling out. I pulled my panties on and focused on tensing my pelvic floor muscles. As I silently prayed the balls would stay inside, I realized it was going to be a long service tonight.

In the beginning I found it quite easy to keep a nice grip on my PC muscles, but I soon realized the constant rubbing was making me very wet. The wetness, in turn, made it difficult to hold on to the balls, which caused even more rubbing. The torment of this vicious circle was interrupted when Chef Ramsay started to scream at me over some insignificant matter. At this point I was squirming in discomfort.

"Hey, you," he called, "Come here!"

He took me around the corner and whispered to me to ask if the balls were in.

"Yes," I whispered back, "But I don't think they will be for much longer. They're causing some… Moisture issues."

Chef Ramsay looked at me with a confused look on his face.

"What are you talking about? Moisture? Wait… Where did you put them?"

Oh. Fuck. I realized my mistake. Not geisha balls, anal beads.

"Hey, Madam!" he hissed, "Queen Plonker! Wrong hole, you idiot!"

He stormed off back into the kitchen and I waddled into the bathroom to remove the beads.