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Master Bennani had assured her in a stern voice that he would put her in the stocks, and then kept his word. The walk from their playroom, plus the length of time she’d been in the suit, had warmed and stretched the fabric enough that he was able to force her neck and wrists into place, then lower the heavy upper plank, trapping her.
In only a matter of minutes, passersby had stopped to chat with Master Bennani, asking what their letter was, and once they found out the point of this particular scene was the rubber rather than the stocks, they asked about the latex catsuit.
A few minutes in, when another Dom pointed out that it was too bad she didn’t get the experience of having all her holes controlled at once, Master Bennani had asked her how she felt about that statement.
She hadn’t been able to hide that the idea of being completely controlled and filled made her ache with need.
But rather than fucking her face the way she hoped, Master Bennani had shoved an O-ring gag into her mouth, forcing her to keep her mouth open.
There was now a puddle of spit on the stone below her.
He’d zipped and unzipped the crotch piece at least a dozen times in order to show off the vaginal and anal sheaths. The nagging presence of the wadded, thick material shoved up inside her meant that she could never forget about her predicament. Somehow it wasn’t the same as an anal plug. While she never forgot about a plug while wearing it, she usually got used to it and didn’t constantly think about it. She wasn’t getting used to the sheaths.
But no matter how many times he showed people the sheathes, and even fucked her with a finger or two, she hadn’t gotten anything more than that. And now she was desperate for it.
If the ring gag hadn’t made speaking all but impossible, she would have begged him to let everyone who stopped to look fuck her. Josslyn had always avoided any play that would put her in a position to be used in such a casual way that it would trigger her issues around feeling ignored or dismissed.
But right now, as long as Master Bennani stood beside her, she would have cheerfully served as the club’s quick-fuck sub. The idea of strangers she couldn’t even see walking up to her, fucking her ass or pussy, and then walking away, had her so wet that she could feel the slick liquid from her pussy sliding down the inside of her thighs, even with the tight suit.
Or maybe that was sweat. Though they were in the shade, it was warm out, and Master Bennani was right that they’d have to go inside soon.
Master Bennani circled around to her head and crouched so she could look at him without having to strain her neck.
He studied her face, and after a moment reached up and tugged the gag out of her mouth, letting it dangle around her neck. The large middle O-ring was attached to a stretchy band that went around the back of the head. The fact that he didn’t take it off her probably meant that it would go right back in her mouth after they finished having a quick conversation.
Josslyn took advantage of the freedom to lick her lips and swallow the spit that had gathered along the inside of her bottom teeth.
“How are you doing?”
“Green, Sir.”
“Good. What are you feeling right now?”
“Warm,” she admitted.
He reached out and touched her forehead like he was checking for a fever, then gripped her fingers. “We’ll go in soon.”
He didn’t say anything else, merely studied her silently.
Josslyn licked her lips again. Arousal was riding her hard, making her want things that she knew were too much, too dangerous.
“Sir?”
“Yes.”
“I keep thinking about something.”
“Something that’s hurting you? Scaring you?”
She let out a laugh that was a little too high-pitched. “Scaring me? Maybe. But it would mean I’m scaring myself.”
His eyes narrowed. “Something you want? Something you need?”
“Something I want. I want it so much that a minute ago, I was willing to beg for it, except the gag meant I couldn’t.”
“There’s no gag now. You’re welcome to beg.”
“Sanity might be slowly returning,” she said.
