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And here I was again.

Paraded, me being the only one naked.
Exposed and offered. Tugged on a leash by my lover.

Except, Lydia was not my lover.
Rather, the treacherous woman who had trapped me into the "club's" grasp.

We were welcomed by the sarcastic giggles of the men.

"The sacrificial hostel is ready." joked the bald one. "Missed only the lamb, which you fortunately purchased."

"I did, Sven. She is now ready for her punishment."

More giggling.

I tried to call on my earlier resolve to show them what a proud sub I could be.
I tried to get the erotic thrill of being so exposed, of being the object of such lust.

But it didn't last, if it ever came back.

Amidst the words and laughter, beyond their contempt and sexual craving the icy, scrutining gaze of the other woman weakened my legs.
My heart raced in a silent begging. A silent moaning of supplication filled my lungs.

I pathetically tried to cover my vulva.

"On the poles", she ordered.

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And here I was again.

Paraded, me being the only one naked.
Exposed and offered. Tugged on a leash by my lover.

Except, Lydia was not my lover.
Rather, the treacherous woman who had trapped me into the "club's" grasp.

We were welcomed by the sarcastic giggles of the men.

"The sacrificial hostel is ready." joked the bald one. "Missed only the lamb, which you fortunately purchased."

"I did, Sven. She is now ready for her punishment."

More giggling.

I tried to call on my earlier resolve to show them what a proud sub I could be.
I tried to get the erotic thrill of being so exposed, of being the object of such lust.

But it didn't last, if it ever came back.

Amidst the words and laughter, beyond their contempt and sexual craving the icy, scrutining gaze of the other woman weakened my legs.
My heart raced in a silent begging. A silent moaning of supplication filled my lungs.

I pathetically tried to cover my vulva.

"On the poles", she ordered.