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Unless you convince me otherwise. Quickly. I already know what’s coming so I tell the man I’ve changed my mind and if he’s angry he doesn’t let it show. My phone buzzes and I see your desperate words on my screen, sent, goddess, $300.
I am left alone in the stall then, and realizing that I do actually have to pee, I hike up the loose silk of my dress and hover above the toilet seat. I watch my screen and see you anxiously staring at your phone, waiting to see if you’ve successfully swayed me in another direction. Something your submissive, goddess-serving self would enjoy even more.
I have a feeling that it is Bea you want in the bathroom stall with me, but she’s too selfish for me, and I’ve gotten bored of her. Em and I are too close and have no real sexual interest in one another, though we’ve tried. What we do like is teaming up to make my subby wallet worship us while forbidding him to come.
While Bea may remain blissfully oblivious, enjoying enough wine for all of us, Em will appreciate my desire to involve Eve a little more in our evening. I’ve seen the way she has been eying her since the tall blonde sat down with us. She may even want escort bursa to hold the camera while I touch her, while I make you listen to her surprised gasps. She may even want to take her own turn.
I smile as I walk towards the bar, feeling excitement buzz through me. I order four beers on our tab, on you, and make my way back to the table, Eve in sight. Her friend has abandoned us for a group of men at the table next to ours and Eve basks in the glow of Em and Bea’s full attention. The shine of her tall black boots catch the light as she crosses her legs and laughs at something Bea is saying.
I nudged my tipsy friend out of the space next to Eve, scooting her over to Em’s side of the wrap-around booth, and take my seat. I appease a pouting Bea with one of the cold peronis and she accepts my offer with a crooked grin. I pass one down to Em and then slide the last to Eve, whispering in her ear as I push the cool bottle into her palm.
Eve giggles and nods, bringing the bottle to her lips and taking a long sip. I pass Em my phone and instruct her to point it under the table, telling her about our plan to torture you. Em is görükle escort beaming at the idea of making you watch me with Eve while you sit in obedient stillness, following strict orders not to finish yet.
You sit in your chair and pant as lightheaded waves roll through you. The texts are coming in quickly and your vision blurs as you see dimly lit images of Eve’s open legs, of my hand finding the opening between her thighs. Send $100, then double it once she comes.
This text comes in from a number you don’t have saved and you steady yourself, shift in your seat and take several deep breaths before you focus in on the signed “xx Bea” below the demand. Your thumbs work quickly, quivering as you obey Bea’s request and focus on the feeling of pleasing her.
Your aching cock knows it cannot find release any time soon but you rock your hips slowly back and forth in a pathetic display of physical desperation.
Your mind wanders to the cage device I ordered for you the other day, how it would be arriving anytime now and how badly you wanted to lock yourself away in it. You want to deny yourself any ability to seek pleasure when you want it the most and the cage would be a cold, physical reminder that you are not in control of your own body.
Your phone buzzes at the same time as the collar you had almost forgotten you were wearing. Now that I was busy and Bea was in control, you suppose you should expect more of that treatment. The electric jolt sends a shiver through your body and you watch the wet spot on your pants grow, blooming as your cock responds to the pain and shock ricocheting through you.
You readjust as the shock’s aftermath pulses right below your skin. You see another photo come in, bring it closer to your face and zoom in on Eve’s open mouth before another jolt burns through you. You tremble in the chair and feel a wetness spread into the tip of your pants.
You are momentarily devastated, thinking you have released something forbidden, something that you were not allowed to release without permission, but after settling back into your body you realize it was a small bit of urine that leaked out of you, bladder control weakened by the shocks in quick succession. Fucking humiliating, you think, glancing towards the camera.
Your cock, still hard against your pants, leaking in more ways than one, would have to stay that way because you would not disobey your goddess and leave the chair you had committed yourself to, not until you were allowed.
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