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Chapter 18 by aroes aroes

Wait, so Who Will I end up with? The Click, the aggressive women, or the young desk attendant?

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I see a glint in his eyes, standing up slowly, his hand still wrapped tightly around me. My naked body, bound beside him, replaced upon him. The ballgag made conversation virtually impossible, though he seemed to catch on to my arousal. He casually grabbed a hold of my leach, "It would be a shame to leave you alone here, huh? Better bring you with me. No other choice, really."

Obediently, I followed along behind, though he paused by the entrance, and he placed a chain between my legs, forcing my step to be greatly extremely short. I gave him a quizzical look, and he laughed, "You look great bound like that.", I told my head to one side, doing my best to seem bothered, though I quickly found my amusement sneaking through, and he smiled back, chuckling before leading me out the door. I gasp, his speed catching my surprise, my bosom bouncing wildly as I do my best to keep up. He chucked as I moved my legs as best as I could, my new bonds making it necessary to pump my legs in quick, albeit small, steps. I find it hard to keep my balance, as my arms are still bound behind me, though I manage, as he chuckled softly, even as I find it oddly arousing.

The moment I'm outside, I feel the cool spring breeze wafting across my exposed skin, my bosom getting harder, my nipples standing out harder by the moment, as goosebumps form on every inch of my exposed skin. He put me on display, slowly leading me past the pool, still populated by guests, parading my nudity before them, clearly enjoying putting me on display. I heard myself mon as arousal raced through me, though he never paused for long, only stopping to get compliments as we passed them by. The dampness between my legs grew as he took his time, casually putting me on display, before simply walking me out the front door. With no other choice, I follow close behind, my nudity now even more exposed by the moment, though just then I found my thoughts all the more desirous of release from my frustrated arousal, rather than just how much he was putting me on display.

He walked me down the street, the crowd crowding even, sometimes managing a slap or grope upon my exposed nakedness. He encourages it, enjoying the sight of me being so played with, though it's always passing, leaving me sexually frustrated, as my pleasure rose higher. Finally, we reach his apparent block, and he paused at the door, wrapping his fingers around the door. After a moment, my body was exposed to all around, before he unlocked the door, and called, "Dear, I'm finally home ... and I have a gift." With that, a woman's face stuck out, catching me by surprise. He simply chucked, "A gift? For me?", before turning her gaze my way, "If I didn't know better, I would think you were cheating on me, but since I do, and she's a gift." She smiled his way, letting out a sigh, "I'm sure we'll find a way to play with her. Let her wait a bit though, As I have a reward for you, my dear."

He tied my leach onto the door knocker, forcing me to remain closed. He steps in, leaving me alone, in the cool street, visible to all, outside his apparent. I hear the door lock and hear the pair getting intimate just inside. I do my best to remain casual, watching as cars, bikes and foot traffic pass by, as my bound and gagged nudity is left on display. My frustrated arousal only got worse, as I could hear, but not see, them getting frisky just on the other side of the door. The time seemed to drag by, which was made worse by the cool, almost chilly, spring breeze wafting across my exposed nakedness. My nipples stood out hard from my breasts, sharp enough to cut glass, as goosebumps formed noticeably upon every inch of my exposed skin. I felt the dampness between my legs get quite wet, as it seem everyone who passed by noticed me standing there, bound and gagged, before them. They got louder, before finally growing quiet, laughing and clearly happy with themselves, as I was left to wonder ... will they remember me?

Do they remember me, or will I be forgotten?

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