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I couldn't do much as I fought to keep the heavy glass plug from falling to the floor as we walked. It took nearly all of my focus, forcing my attention to remain on my body's responses and onGunnar, not on the crowd around us. Maybe that was why he'd stuffed it inside me. The walk to the platform in the middle of the room took forever, as I was slowly teased by the toy inside me with each step, fighting to keep it where it belonged.
"On your hands and knees," Gunnar commanded, gesturing towards the platform.
I obeyed his command without question, silently hoping that the position would make it easier for me to keep control of the plug. On my hands and knees, my ass was barely covered, and I moaned softly as the plug settled into me. This angle was much better — gravity was on my side, and the heavy weight pushed down and forward in a way that made me shudder and arch my back, seeking more.
Gunnar opened his bag and began to lay out an assortment of anal hooks and the leather straps that went with them. Several people turned their attention to us. He moved to rest a hand on my ass, lifting my skirt and exposing me to the crowd. He tapped on the plug inside me as he began speaking.
I was here to be on display, to look pretty for this crowd, maybe turn them on. I was surprised by how much I liked that, settling into the role of a toy used for educational purposes by my master.
"For your first time with an anal hook, I recommend something with a smaller head, like this one. And, of course, lots of lube." He skimmed his fingers up and down my spine and over my ass, soothing me and keeping me aroused as he answered a fewquestions, letting them know he prepped me in advance to be ready for an anal toy.
"I like to tie the submissive's hair in a braid, because I find that easy to bind to the hook." As he spoke, he finger-combed my hair, then pulled it back into a tight braid. He was firm but not rough with my hair, sending warm tingles of pleasure across my scalp.
Gunnar checked in with me every step of the way. They watched as he carefully removed the plug, then applied lube to the hook. I grunted as he stuffed it inside me, loving the heavy, full sensation of being stretched.
"This one quite likes anal play, so not every woman will look so thrilled to have a hook stuffed in her. Keep communication with your submissive open."
Thrilled? I did not look thrilled. He shifted it a little, and a moan slipped out. My cheeks heated as I thought about what I must look like, being fucked with a toy and loving it. He spoke to the crowd as he bound my braid to the leather strap on the end of the hook, so that every time I moved, the hook drove deeper.
He coaxed me to kneel. "You doing okay, pet?" he asked, cupping my chin and forcing me to meet his eyes.
"Yes, Sir."
"Why do you look annoyed?"
I glanced towards the crowd, then leaned in closer to him, lowering my voice. "It's not quite big enough. Not like…" I glanced down at his crotch.
"You'll get my cock soon enough, little slut. And I'll keep that in mind for next time."
Next time.That made me smile. Which was patently ridiculous, because he was shoving my hands behind my back, strapping them to leather cuffs attached to the hook.
People walked around, observing the way Gunnar had bound me, asking questions.
"With the hook tied to her braid, it forces her to maintain perfect posture." Gunnar said, his voice low yet commanding. "Any movement of her head will cause the hook to shift, providing an intense sensation."
"Like this," he continued, gently tugging on my braid. The hook moved inside me, sending a jolt of pleasure through my body. I bit my lip to suppress a moan. Deep down, the thrill of being used and displayed like this filled me with an unfamiliar sense of freedom. "This submissive, of course, loves the sensation. It's perfect for someone like her who enjoys anal."
He finished his talk with a few more comments on placement and the tightness of the straps, inviting people to step up for a closer look, or to ask questions.
"Very effective," a man from the crowd commented, his eyes roaming over my body. He was in his fifties, far too old for me, and his hunger was clear in his gaze. Gunnar didn't admonish the older man for leering, and I watched the stranger's cock grow hard in his pants. I arched my back, the shift of position driving the toy deeper into my ass, preening for the observer, wishing my breasts were bare.
"Indeed." Gunnar rested a hand on the back of my neck, his thumb rubbing a circle below my ear. The man looked for a moment longer, then moved on. Gunnar leaned down, his hot breath brushing against my ear.
"Little slut," he whispered, his eyes filled with pride. And I knew, despite my anxiety, that I was exactly where I needed to be. "Showing off for him. Did you like his eyes on you?"
I glanced at him, and my answer must have been clear in my expression, because he smiled.
"Tonight, they can look, but they can't touch. This is a demonstration only."
And even though I was exposed and vulnerable, I felt safe. There was something about Gunnar that I trusted beyond reason.
A curious woman wandered over, her eyes on me, and asked a few questions about how I liked it. I let Gunnar answer.
"If your submissive doesn't find it pleasant, you can add toys they like, and it will change their experience with thehook, layering pleasure with the discomfort. Nipple clamps, for example, can greatly enhance your submissive's pleasure, if that is something they enjoy."
I watched as he picked up a pair of clamps, the cold metal sending shivers down my spine. I braced myself for the sensation, expecting pain. He skimmed my slip of a shirt out of the way before attaching the first clamp to my left nipple. The pressure was sharp and immediate, making me gasp. My head jerked involuntarily, causing the anal hook to shift inside me, adding another layer to the symphony of sensations racing through my body.
"See how she reacts?" Gunnar explained to the woman, securing the second clamp to my right nipple. I writhed, feeling my pussy flood with moisture, the conflicting feelings of embarrassment and arousal stirring within me. My pussy was drenched, needy, and I darted my eyes towards him, hoping he knew I needed to be fucked.
