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“Too much, Sir,” she whimpered.

“I say when it’s too much.”His leg pressed between her from behind, foot nudging her ankles to force her legs apart once more, while his arm across her chest stopped her from curling up.

Joni winced, worried he didn’t know.Didn’t get it.Didn’t understand that for some women, including her, post-orgasm sensitivity (especially for big orgasms like that one) wasn’t fun pain, it was you’re-touching-an-exposed-nerve-ending pain.But he proved to be smarter than most, and though he didn’t remove his hand from her pussy, he stopped rubbing, his fingers merely resting on either side of her clit, a gentle pressure that felt delicious, as her body continued to pulse in pleasure.

His hand shifted from her breast to press against her sternum.

“I can feel your heart racing.”He laid an open mouth kiss to her throat, sucking gently.“I can taste it too.”

Joni tipped her head back and to the side, giving him more access.

“Did you enjoy that?”

“Yes, I did, Master Vo.Can I…” She trailed off, almost embarrassed, which was rare for her.

“Finish the sentence.”

“Can I suck your cock?I feel… Empty.I want some part of you in me.”

“Are you sure you don’t want me to fuck this pretty pussy?”His fingertips slid down from her clit to hover at the entrance to her body.

“I mean if you’re offering…”

Master Vo laughed against her neck, and Joni was once more struck by how easy being with him felt.She knew him, though he was a stranger.Felt that she’d known him for years, though they did just meet.

“I want my cock in you too, but I think we’ll save that.Time for our first item.”

Disappointment shivered through her, but Joni trusted Master Vo.

She eyed the sleep sack as they passed the bed on the way to the bathroom.He gave her a few minutes to use the toilet, then had her sit on the counter, legs spread so he could clean her neck, breasts, and pussy with a warm washcloth.The rough terrycloth against her clit—he was very thorough—had her trying to claw marble as pleasure-pain zinged through her.

He asked her to put her hair up in a ponytail as he finished prep.She did, finding a container of hair ties in one of the vanity drawers.She took a few minutes trying to perfect a Jasmin-eque high ponytail, but she could only get the elastic to go around her hair twice, not the needed third time.With her hair up, the undercut she had in the back was visible, made more noticeable by the fact that she’d dyed the short hair a neon blue.The undercut was necessary to reduce the weight and dry-time of her thick hair.The color was her small rebellion against the staid appearance she had to maintain for work.

When she emerged from the bathroom, the body bag was laid open looking more like a weird sleeping bag than a corpse container.

She still eyed it suspiciously.

Master Vo stood beside the bed.When he held out his hand she walked over to him, gripping his fingers hard.For a moment she stepped into his body, pressing herself against him.His arms immediately wrapped around her, hugging her tight.

“You had this marked as willing to try,” he said softly.“But if you’ve never done it before, and the reality is pushing this into a hard no, let me know.”

If she hadn’t felt like she’d known him for years, and trusted him far more than was sane given their short acquaintance, she might have said this was a newly discovered hard limit item for her.It wasn’t that she was claustrophobic, or even opposed to tight bondage or heavy restriction.This just seemed…isolating, in a way that made her uneasy.

“No, Master Vo.Just nervous.”

“Understandable.”He hugged her for another moment before easing her away, his hands on her shoulders.

Guided by him, Joni first sat, then lay flat on top of the black canvas material.

“Slip your arms into these sleeves.”

Joni lifted her head to see what he was talking about.Two long pockets were sewn into the edges of the bag.Once she slipped her hands and arms into them, her arms were encased from fingertip up to mid biceps.

Master Vo put a small foam block between her legs, just below her knees.It looked almost like a yoga block, and served to keep her thighs slightly spread.

“Tell me what you’re feeling,” he ordered.

“Nervous, Sir.A little weirded out.”

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