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“Very true, Master Vo.”

“But there’s actually a third clothing item.Slutty clothing is listed twice.Once in private.”He gestured around them at their private play space.“But the other is slutty clothing in public.”

“Public as in out in the club?”She looked towards the door.

“For the sake of the game, we’re going to say that works.”He rubbed his lips with two fingers.“Though I couldn’t help myself.I did create a plan for going public with this.”He gestured to her.

“Oh?”She feigned calm disinterest.

“Do you want to hear the plan?”

“I do, Master Vo.”

“We’d drive down to the PCH and find a little restaurant.”

“With me wearing this?I would get very, very arrested.”

“I’d give you a dress to put on over it.A short one.Maybe a little see through.”He leaned forward, pinning her with his gaze.“I’d clamp your nipples to make sure they stayed hard and put a thick plug in your ass so you’d walk funny.”

Joni’s pussy clenched.

His smile was quick and dangerous.“Did you readStory of O?”

“Yes, Master Vo.”

“Do you remember the rules for sitting?”

“She couldn’t sit on her skirt.She had to flip the material out of the way, so she was sitting bare-assed on the stool.”It had been a very long time since she’d read it, but she was fairly certain that was right.

“That would be the rule for you, too.Your thighs would be protected by the spandex, but I’d make you lean forward so your pussy made contact with the chair while we were having dinner.”

If this were actually happening, she’d be disgusted by the very idea of having her naked vulva on a chair touched by hundreds of other butts and hands.But in the safety of the playroom, where this was all hypothetical, the idea had her swallowing hard.

He gently grasped her nipples, one in each hand, and tugged.“If we were leaving the club, that’s what I’d do to fulfill slutty clothing in public.”He licked the pad on his thumb, then rubbed his saliva into one nipple.“But for now, we’ll have to find another way to make sure everyone looks at your slutty spandex.”

“Yes, Master Vo,” she whispered, her voice almost strangled by the arousal that wrapped around her neck like a collar, the pressure matched by the compression of the spandex.

“There are two items that were, for both of us, marked only ‘willing to try’ rather than yes.Spitting and sensory deprivation.”

“No to spitting,” Joni declared.“Porn has ruined it for everyone.I used to love having a Dom spit on my asshole and we’d pretend that was the only lube.”

“Stupid porn,” Lihn said seriously, his eyes sparkling.“Sensory deprivation is one that I think I’ll have to say no to.Someone else can take it.I want our time together to be a bit more active than that.”There was a shadow of last weekend in his words.

Joni nodded her agreement.

“That leaves two we haven’t talked about.Sexual deprivation, parentheses short term, and serving as art.”

“Oh.”

Master Vo’s gaze hardened.“Objections?”

“No.”That was a big lie.Joni studied Lihn’s face.After last weekend, why would he pick sexual deprivation and serving as art?

Sexual deprivation meant she wouldn’t be touched or used sexually, and for her, sex and sexual pleasure were major components of BDSM.Serving as art probably meant sitting or standing somewhere by herself, and for a long time.Both of these things seemed passive with a high possibility for boring.

Tonight was going to be a repeat of last weekend.

Joni’s teeth ground together in frustration.She was trying to decide what to say when Master Vo surprised a yelp out of her by shoving his hand between her legs and spreading her pussy lips wide with two fingers.

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