he spreads my legs almost cruelly wide, leaving the most private parts of my body exposed and vulnerable. i hear whispers and gasps, someone complimenting the jeweled plug that's been sitting inside of me so long, it has warmed up to my body temperature. he pulls at the base, makes my ass fight to keep it inside. the widest part stretches my rim and he holds it in position for a while, until everyone has gotten a good look at my abused hole. then he pushes the plug back inside. he ignores the wetness of my pussy, just spreads and holds me open so that everyone can examine the swollen, red nub sitting between my folds. the hours of teasing it and pumping it this morning have left my clit sensitive, raw and aching, so when he drags his thumb through my wetness and starts circling my clit, i scream. the strong hands holding my arms and legs apart never allow me to go far, so i am helpless to be played with. he rubs my clit expertly, playing my body like an instrument. within seconds, i am close. my breath turns shallow - maybe i can steal one orgasm if i am quiet about it, if i don't let him see how incredibly close i am - but the second i edge, the pressure of his thumb disappears. i cry and beg, broken and loud now, but the stimulation doesn't return until i have fully calmed down. the room watches as i get edged again and again, get turned into a begging, leaking mess. i can hear people getting off to my suffering, messy gags and chokes around cock, the huffs and moans of someone stroking themselves, quiet whines as someone gets fucked against the back wall. my own pleasure and ache is roaring through my body, dripping out of me, getting coerced from me with professional touches. i have long lost count of how many edges these expert fingers have wrung from my sore clit. eventually, someone pulls out the plug and replaces it with cock, and my asshole burns as it stretches around the familiar intrusion. now i'm getting fucked and edged at the same time, and it's almost too much, i feel myself black out for seconds at a time. more fingers start to probe at me, touching and pinching and teasing me, relentlessly. only when everyone in the room except me is satisfied, the torture stops. the chastity belt is locked around my waist, cool and protective against my overheated skin. my hands are tied, the blindfold slipped over my eyes removed, and i blink against the cruel lights. my boss is there with his wife. some coworkers, some people from my yoga class. the barista from the coffee shop where i get my coffee every morning. the mailman, someone i recognize from the bank, two neighbors. they've all seen me get edged, they've all cum to my suffering. two of my best friends step into my view, and my denied pussy weeps with the knowledge that i begged for this, that i wanted everyone in my life to know what a slut i am, and that i cannot make them see me differently anymore.
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