Chapter Fifteen
A few hours later when Ian entered the nightclub with his wife and Andrea, he was still wearing the butt plug, although that was the least of his discomforts.
Stuck to his head was a pink bow. Around his waist was an adult diaper and across his chest was a silver sash which bore the words, in bold pink type, ‘It’s a girl!’
People throughout the room stopped and stared. Laura lifted his hand to his mouth.
“Put your dummy in sweetie,” she cooed.
Ian slid the second butt plug/pacifier into his mouth and closed his eyes. He tottered forward, his gait unsteady like a baby’s since he had to keep his knees together to accommodate the other butt plug stretching his ass and to avoid disturbing the spiked c**k ring Andrea had insisted he wear.
This felt particularly unfair sinc
