Chapter 27 by AvenX

What do you do?

Lock yourself to a bench

Looking down at your newly modified body, you decide that James is right. Rather than risking someone else taking you off to who knows where and doing who knows what, you need to find something to lock yourself to for the night.

A little ways down the street you spot a bench that looks like it could work. You know you can’t sit on it. The lack of dildos plainly shows it is meant for dominants, not submissives, and you don’t want to get in trouble with the police. But there is nothing to stop you from chaining yourself to it.

Glazing at your reflection in one of the shop windows, you see that the collar still has about fifteen hours left until it opens. Knowing that is way too long to be chained in one position for, you decide to set the timers on the locks for five hours.

You stand behind the bench and use the locks, you attach the top of the Y-chain to your nipple rings before threading the chain through the slats. With a deep breath, you reluctantly reach down and attach the chain where it is obviously intended to go. The heavy lock pulls hard at the still aching piercing and you clutch at it, trying to hold the weight off your clit.

Many people walk past you. Some pretend you aren’t even there. Some subs give you sympathetic looks. Some dominants slap your ass or call you names.

One walks all the way around you, inspecting you from all sides before spotting your hand holding the lock.

“That won’t do,” she mutters before walking off. She comes back thirty minutes later with a pair of wrist cuffs. She buckles them around your wrists before attaching them to the sides of the bench. All the weight of the padlock is resting on your clit and you are crying again. The cuffs aren’t locked, but the mechanism isn’t one you can open one-handed. You are at the mercy of strangers.