Magic Ball-Gags in the mail

Laura rode the train completely naked.

Well, not completely naked. She had a ball in her mouth, strapped to her head.

The red orb was saturated in spit with her moans muffled behind it. The woman next to her -- a business woman with her glasses on and her hair tied up -- gave the nape of her ear a kiss, the heat of her breath causing the hair on the back of Laura's head stand on end, as the woman's hand harassed and played with the contents of Laura's exposed pussy.

Everyone else in the train just watched in fascinated awe as they watched this naked stranger get fingered right in front of them. Whatever thoughts of doing anything to stop it -- call the police, protest, move in to stop them physically -- were shot and killed the moment they even crossed their minds. Their minds were either blank with awe, or horny as Hell.

When Laura found the package in her mail, she thought it was a prank. Or an unsolicited pickup from that creep that lived in the apartment that crossed the hall. The note told her that if she wore it, she would be free of all shame. The perfect totem for exhibitionism magic.

It was over a week before she actually tried the thing on. She didn't actually think it was magic like the note said, but the moment she clipped it into place, she found herself polishing the pearl in under a minute, overwhelming with aimless lust.

It had been three days since that had happened and she had barely taken the gag off. Whenever she left the house with it on, everyone acted as though it weren't there. Her lust would compel her to rub against them, flash them, even grope them inappropriately, but none of them objected. In fact, they did exactly what they wanted her to do.

She once pounced on some random guy in the middle of a crowded town square and mounted him cowgirl style and no one stopped them. Some took out their phones to record them or take pictures, but she was too wet to care.