Page 55 of S is for…

“Yes?”

“Can I do this in the bathroom?”

“Why?”

“Because wiggling into one of these is not something anyone wants to do with an audience.Especially one as tight as this.”The material was thick, with slight variations in the fabric that indicated greater compression in some areas.

“I like wiggling.”He arched a brow.

“Not sexy wiggling, Sir.”

Master Vo shook his head.“No.Stay here.”

Joni blew out a breath, then tugged the first leg into place before grunting as she pulled her knee to her chest and wiggled her second foot into it.It took five minutes of tugging and tucking, but she got the shape wear on.It was only once she was wearing it that she processed the coverage, or lack thereof.

The bodysuit went from mid-thigh to her shoulders, and came up high in the back, covering her shoulder blades.However there was no bra piece.No breast coverage at all.The front was cut in a low scoop under her breasts, and probably meant to be worn with a separate bra.

It was also crotchless, with a large circle of missing fabric leaving her pussy, the crease where leg met torso, and the top two inches of each inner thigh exposed.

Joni tugged at the legs, making sure the bottoms were even, then straightened up.

“How does it feel?”Master Vo rose from his chair.

“Tight.”She smoothed her hands down her torso.“But also…naked.”She feathered her fingertips over her bare breasts.

Master Vo gripped her wrists.“Those are mine for tonight,” he scolded in a low voice.“No one, including you, touches these lovely breasts without my permission.”

“Yes, Sir.”

He pinched her nipple.“Master Vo.”

“Sorry, Master Vo.”

He held her gaze, not letting go of her nipple.Joni swallowed and lowered her gaze to his throat.When he pinched just a little tighter, she whimpered, swaying.

Finally he released her, thumbing the other nipple gently before returning to his chair.

“I have seven items off the S list that I’ve identified for us to work on.”

“Seven?”She blew out a breath.

“The suggestion was four, but you and I have the advantage of having scened together before, so we can take on more than the others.”

Master Vo stood, though he’d only just taken his seat, and went to get a low ottoman.Placing it in front of his chair, he once more sat, then gestured to it.

“On your knees, legs spread.”

She obeyed, getting into position, thankful for the thick, firm padding.The garment held and compressed her from hips to ribs, and the black spandex framed her pussy.Her back was straight, her shoulders pulled back and down.

“We’re taking care of two of them right now,” he said.

“Spandex clothing and slutty clothing?”

“Yes.”

“I don’t know if this is slutty so much as risqué.”

Master Vo laughed.“Yes, slutty isn’t exactly a precise definition, is it?With your tits and pussy on display, I don’t think anyone is going to say thisisn’tslutty.”

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