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“Sir?”he arched a brow in warning.

“I’m sorry, Master Vo.”She started to raise one hand, having briefly forgotten about sleeves.“I’m sorry,” she said again as he smoothed down fabric she’d pulled and rumpled.

“You did it several times before, too.But as you were otherwise distracted, I let it go.This time, you’ve earned the punishment.”

He pressed one fingertip against her lips.

What did that mean?Did he want her to be quiet?

Unsure if she should ask, Joni lay still as he flipped the front panel of the sleep sack over her body and started to zip it closed.Restlessness skittered down her spine, and Joni tried to shake it off.

Her arms were restricted, but other than that, the bag wasn’t particularly tight or form fitting.It was closer to a sleeping bag than a body bag, especially since it didn’t cover her head, instead stopping at her neck.

She was contemplating the lack of restriction when Master Vo pulled the first strap across her body.The sleep sack had hidden them from view.

There were nearly a dozen straps, and one by one he buckled the thick belts around her, tightening the otherwise loose sack of fabric.Her breathing sped up as he buckled the straps around her legs, working his way up.With each breath the rough canvas material abraded her hard nipples, and the friction had her pussy pulsing.

That stimulation died when he reached her torso and buckled straps below and above her breasts, tight enough that the fabric was molded to her and there was no longer any friction.

The final strap was a collar around her neck.

“Go ahead,” he said.

She raised one brow.

“Try to move.”He gestured to her body.

Joni wiggled and squirmed.She flexed her toes, rolled her ankles, clenched her fists, and even bent both knees and elbows a little bit, since he’d been careful not to put any straps over the joints.

It wasn’t complete immobility, but it was restrictive.Okay, this was about to be some hard-core edging probably.Despite the multiple orgasms she’d had, she was wound up once more, her body pulsing with arousal in response to the bondage.

“Now for your punishment.Though it’s more of a punishment for both of us.”He shook his head in mock sadness, then reached for something on the bedside table.He picked up what looked like a Band-Aid, but when he peeled off the backing it was a small clear strip of sticky tape.

“Did you know that some people call this hostage tape?”Master Vo took a handkerchief from his pocket and dried her lips, then pressed the tape to them.

Joni stared up at him, shocked that he’d just taped her mouth closed.

“Most people called it mouth tape.People tape their lips at night to force themselves to breathe through their nose while they’re asleep.Supposed to be better for you.”He briefly pressed his palm over the lower half of her face, covering her mouth.“Of course, we found a way to make it kinky.This is your punishment, no speaking as long as you’re in the sleep sack.”He leaned over and kissed her cheek.“Which is a punishment for me too, because I quite enjoy hearing you.You’ll keep the tape on because this is your punishment and you know you earned it.”

Joni briefly closed her eyes as submissive-need pulsed through her.

“If you open your mouth, the tape will peel off, so you’re still able to use your safe word,” he said in a softer voice.“Nod if you heard me.”

She opened her eyes and nodded.

With that, Master Vo walked away, flipping the light switch and plunging them into darkness.

Joni kept her eyes closed, waiting for them to adjust as the bed dipped beside her.She waited more, this time for him to touch her, to feel the press of his body against her, tightening the restriction and shifting this from something passive to active.

Minutes ticked by, and…

Inside the sleeves, her hands fisted, her nails digging into her palms as she fought to maintain the submissive calm and arousal-fueled readiness of a moment ago.But both feelings were fading, and as they did, this felt less like delicious bondage that reinforced her submission, and more like…the world’s shittiest sleeping bag.

She’d probably felt like this before, maybe the first time a top put her in the stocks, or strapped her down to a spanking bench.She just didn’t remember.If she gave herself time, she’d adjust emotionally and be able to find her submission again.

Joni opened her eyes, the elegant baseboard lights providing some illumination.

Were they going to stay like this all night?Until when?Midnight?Five am?Eleven am?Eleven was the normal wake-up time for people who stayed the night at the club.

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