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When Master Morton looped rope around her waist, then each thigh, she held her breath in anticipation.Any second now he’d do what he did last night and create a knotted crotch strap.Even if he left her bottoms on, the pressure would be wonderful.Help ease the needy ache.

Master Morton continued the hip harness, Laney’s body swaying a little as he tugged and looped rope to create an anchor point for the suspension.

“Turn and sit on the edge of the table, please.”

Swallowing her disappointment that there wouldn’t be a crotch rope, Laney obeyed.

She continued to obey as Master Morton sporadically finished her tie.He took multiple breaks to check in with the other suspension scenes.

When he finally raised her up, one of the other subs was moaning in pleasure.Those scenes well underway, the other Doms in nearly constant contact with the subs.Touching and teasing.

Once she was up, and he’d checked to make sure nothing was pinching, Master Morton turned away.Leaving Laney hanging not exactly alone, and not exactly forgotten.

But feeling both.

Laney swallowed and focused on the feel of the rope, the air.

She was suspended upright, her body weight resting on the ropes around her chest and hips.One knee was bent and raised, a rope cuff around her thigh keeping that knee in place up by her chest.Her other leg was folded like her arms, dual cuffs binding calf to thigh, her knee pointed straight down.Her leg was kept in position thanks to rope bindings around that foot, which in turn were tied to the suspension ring mounted in the pergola above her.

Having her arms up by her ears muffled sound and cut off her peripheral vision while the position of her legs left her pussy exposed, or at least it would have if she hadn’t still been wearing the bikini bottoms.

Lights hidden among the foliage that wound up the pergola support posts illuminated the stage, blinding her ability to see the audience.After a while, she was able to make out shapes, many of them crowded against the front of the low stage below her, a stage that was now covered with thick mats in case there was a need for a quick release.

The crowd gathered up against the front of the stage was clustered to one side.

Looking at the other two subs.

Watching them, not Laney.

Craning her neck forward, Laney watched as the other Doms played with their subs, their hands and mouths making contact with bare skin, other toys and tools in use—plugs, clamps.

The contrast between them and Laney’s own situation was painful.

Forgotten and ignored.

Master Morton stood in the far corner of the stage, and like the audience he was watching the other subs.Then he leaped forward to help as the Q Dom lowered his sub.The woman who was one of Master Morton’s regular subs seemed limp, riding the wave of either an orgasm, deep submission, or both.

Her Dom tended to her while Master Morton watched.

Laney had done everything right.She’d been the perfect sub.Obedient and willing.An active participant in the scene.Patient and quiet.

Above all, submissive.

She’d been the perfect submissive.

And they ignored her.Everyone was ignoring her, even her top, who should have been focused on nothing but her while she was in suspension.

Forgotten and ignored.

The sadness and desperation that had formed a heavy ball in her gut crept up, until she was choking.She kept her gaze lowered, listening to the muffled sound of the middle submissive being lowered to the mats.She was crying, but it sounded like catharsis, not sadness.

Laney felt like there was a fist around her throat, and not in the fun way.It was a tightness that she was sure would loosen if she too cried out her feelings.

But crying and being sad was a way of begging for attention, and begging for attention was pathetic.

Her therapist would have had a heart attack if they’d heard Laney think that.She should reframe that thought, but didn’t.Didn’t change the mental narrative the way she’d been taught in therapy.

She’d done everything right.Been perfect.Been exactly what her Dom wanted and expected.

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