I’m wearing a large plug, tight latex from neck to knees, and two powerful vibrators (front and rear). I’m also locked into a steel boned corset, all hidden by my plain-vanilla work clothes.
Things went bat-shit crazy at work, so instead of leaving by 10 for some self-bondage fun I’m trying to be ten places at once, answer calls, write emails and wrangle customers while being relentlessly stimulated.
I’m about to walk from one end of the building to the other, and the massive silicone plug is going to plow me with each step. It’s about a half mile round trip. I absolutely can’t come, because the whole place is under video surveillance.
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sounds like a blast
Enjoy it bad boy
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It felt great to move around a bit earlier. The form fitting layer of latex holds me firmly in it’s grasp and doesn’t at all slide against my skin, except for the thoroughly lubricated area between my cheeks and where my pubic hair used to be. The smooth rubber caresses me there when I so much as shift my weight from one leg to another the tiniest bit.
The other reason of course was the large square peg egg plug more than filling my rear
I usually take the walk from A to point B pretty briskly, and had to get there and back asap. I was already a hot mess by the time I even started my walk, and after two determined steps I realized I was about to be fucked silly. I really struggled to move and walk naturally, but my crotch was on fire from the constant massage and the plug slamming my insides was heavenly. I kept imagining a Fucking Machine slut, and look on her face as the machine she is bound to comes to life and begins to pound away.
I would have climaxed halfway through my walk, but because I was walking, I couldn’t come. So the stimulation just kept coming. My outfit kept on fucking me. Relentlessly and without mercy. I dropped off my package, exchanged a few pleasantries and started back before my body could process the decrease in stimulation. The entire walk back was ecstasy, arousal multiplied by arousal multiplied by knowing there was no escape.
Hopefully there are no cameras in the bathroom stalls. Otherwise there’s a video of me stranding there – practically convulsing, writhing and shimmying like I was possessed – My outfit had fucked me so hard for hours. It was finally my turn to fuck my outfit back.