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Journeying III

Putting the other clamps on required much more willpower as she really hated them.
He didn’t show any reaction to her suppressed cries, instead he reached on the back seat and much to her shock he gave more collars. At first she didn’t seem to understand. He instructed her to fix the longer ones tightly around her thighs at about their middle. Then he told her to connect the collars with the clamps by means of rubber bands. This way, her labia would be stretched and when she spread the legs, everything would be visible. Deep inside, she started to hate him for his cruel ingenuity, but the increasing wetness between her legs clearly showed her arousal. “What were the other two collars for?”, she asked herself, but before she could even finish the thought, he ordered her to bind her breasts with them. She had been into breast bondage before, but not in that way and not in public. She hesitated. While she tried to sort her thoughts and feelings, he just said “Ten”. Instantly she reacted and did as instructed.

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