Now, I howled continually from being so horribly and utterly plugged, imprisoned, and controlled. This time he bolted the crotch band to the waist cinch, and I trembled like a plucked violin string while he affixed it for the last time. I tried to accept the flood of sensations washing through me from the incredibly uncomfortable penetrations. Not the least of these was the burning tension on my n*****s and c******s, and all were inescapable.
“Now the Breast Cup Securing harness.”
This slipped around my chest, its clips latching to their mounts on the large cups. It took only scant seconds to bolt together behind my back, and then he quickly joined all of the connecting chains between it, the chastity belt, and my collar. Within two minutes, I was held a full prisoner in my Execution Har
