"Doe, subbies aren't supposed to have their hands free, are they?" Gemma asks, sliding up behind you.
"No, Mistress Gemma." you reply, quivering at the idea of being helpless in a public place.
Poppy hands her a pair of handcuffs, and she gently takes your wrists behind you, locking them securely. You feel one of her fingers slide between your ass cheeks as Poppy reaches down to play with your clit. Already very turned on, your clit pulses with the attention from both sides. Just as you scream in eminent orgasm, Gemma slides her hand in front of your pussy, cupping it and preventing Poppy from getting you off.
"Not so fast, ****. We have a big night ahead of us, and I can't have you thinking you're allowed an orgasm whenever you want."
"Mistress, please!" you whine, pulling at your cuffs, "Please let me come!"
"I can't believe this. You're complaining? Fine." Gemma straps a ball gag into your mouth, then reaches down and tweaks your clit again. A mere one second away from orgasm, she backs off again, leaving you humping the air. "No means no, ****."
Poppy giggles at your predicament, grinning as you look at her pleadingly. "Poor thing. You get to be teased mercilessly while everyone around you gets to come over... and over... and over..."
Gemma looks around, ignoring your whimpering. Suddenly she starts dragging you off toward a miniature stage with a pole. After helping you up, she takes the gag out of your mouth.
"Going to be good, Doe?"
"Yes, Mistress Gemma."
"Good girl. Kneel."
You do as you're told, kneeling on the stage facing the pole. She unlocks your cuffs and forces you forward, cuffing them to the pole now to keep you in a doggie style position.
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