That bag is full of things to make you want to try harder.

Heather is grinning as she opens the bag and peers inside. "Oh, this will be extra fun for me. You see, I'm usually the brat. I hate everything in here. Not because they can't be fun, but because Mark makes sure they are never fun. He knows everything about me." She pulls a pair of slender sticks from the bag. They're around six or eight inches long, and joined together on each end by what look like tiny rubber bands. "Let's learn a little about you."

You have no idea what that thing is, or what it could be for. You've seen your share of porn, but never anything like that. It doesn't help that Mark has started buckling leather straps around your thighs, just above your knees. His touch is incidental only as he's focused on his task, but your **** state makes everything deeply erotic. "Um... hey, can we talk about this?"

Heather slips a finger between the two slender sticks and you see they bend fairly easily, but remain closed tightly around her finger. 'Some kind of clamp, maybe?' She stands over you, and you feel genuinely intimidated.

Mark pulls on a chain now attached to your thigh and your left knee shifts, locked in place. The pillory is lowered another hair, and he repeats the move on your right side. You've lost all mobility in your legs. Now that kneeling is mandatory and not optional, you are feeling the full weight of your situation. "So, this was fun for a bit, but can we talk about this? I just wanted a ri-aaah—"

You cut off as Heather pinches your nipple hard enough to lift you off your feet if you hadn't been chained down. The steel bar you're wearing really brings the sting into nipple play.

As you cry out, Heather's hands move quickly. Fingers plunge into your mouth around your tongue, and you feel a bit of a pinch and then she's done. She pets your cheek. "No. We're not going to talk about this."

The thing she'd pulled from the bag, you realize in horror, has been slipped over your tongue. Behind your piercing. And the sticks are much wider than your mouth. You can't pull your tongue back into your mouth without tearing the stud out. You're **** to remain open mouthed, tongue out, until they release you.

"Shh. You're okay. Relax. I'm not going to really hurt you. Just enough for the lesson to stick, I think. From your nips and your literally dripping pussy, you're enjoying yourself, anyway. I don't need your words for this."

You whine, unable to form intelligible words any longer. Already you feel a little saliva trying to spill over your bottom lip. She's right, though, you realize. You're soaked between your legs.

"Now," she says, returning to her bag. "Ah, here we go." She grins as she holds up a stainless steel anal plug toy. "Mark. I'll let you do the honors." He takes it from her hands, as well as a small bottle of what you pray is lubricant, and she reaches into the bag again. "We'll skip the nipple clamps this time, Slut. I don't have a kind that work well with your pretty little accessories. Besides, I want that area left open. But I do have this." She pulls out a little vibrator and some tape that works on skin.

Whining again, you feel so aroused as the two of them toy with you. That's just it, you realize, they're playing with you like you're a toy. Their little plaything. Heather attaches the tiny thing to your body, directly to your clit, and switches it on. The vibration is fairly weak, but you jump when it starts. Instinctively, you know it's not meant to get you off, but only to tease you. With your piercing, it's going to be doing that very, very well.

Mark is spreading your ass cheeks and applying lube while Heather decides out loud what to hit you with from her wall of impact toys. She explains they're arranged from "sting" on one end, consisting of long narrow switches, latex paddles, and things made of wire, to "thud" on the other, including heavy wooden paddles and other heavier-looking things. She asks you which you prefer, pointing first to one end and then the other. They both look terrible! When you can only shake your head and whimper, she sighs and takes from the middle. A flogger. You do recognize that one, at least. It's huge. Long handle, long tails. You're not sure what the tails are made of, but they don't look particularly soft.

She takes a few practice swings, and then Mark begins forcing the plug into your ass. It's a slow, consistent process but it feels remarkably violative. You've never had anything in your ass. Surprisingly, or perhaps not surprisingly, considering the curse, it goes in fairly easily. You have no frame of reference, but you know it didn't hurt much. A little, perhaps, at the widest point, but then it was in, filling you in a way you couldn't ignore no matter how hard you tried.

"Alright, Slut. Now, I'm going to hit you with this." She holds up the long flogger. "I'm going to do it because it turns me on. I don't get to play with girls very often. Almost never, in fact, and I do love the noises you make." She steps closer and crouches to meet your eyes. "Now, I do enjoy a fun game. So here's the rules. You can stop me any time you want, just open and close both your hands real fast a few times. I'll stop, I promise. But I have a number in my head of how many times I would like to hit you. If you stop me before I reach that number, you lose. You win if I get to my number and you still haven't stopped me." She stands and takes a few steps back, holding the flogger out and measuring something in her head.

You mentally brace yourself, wishing you could somehow stop the drool slowly making its way down your chin towards your neck.

"Oh," she adds, lowering the flogger to her side. "I forgot to tell you what you win! Mark is gonna fuck you. And honey, that's a win. _Trust me. _You want that to happen." She winks and laughs. "Oh god, I'm so wet. I'm gonna be so jealous watching him fuck you. This is the best. Don't disappoint me now!" Mark just grins.

The worst part of all of this is that you know deep down, you want to win. There's nothing you can do. About any of it. And that part turns you on more than you'd care to admit. You're already panting from a distressing amount of arousal, and the game hasn't even started yet?

Note from author:

Hm, I may be straying too far from Bimbo theme of this story, getting lost in the BDSM weeds a bit. Haha. I'm kinda into it.

Dear readers, please comment if this is all fine or if I should start another branch that goes back a few chapters, maybe having someone else open the door? or just let this play out as a means of MC discovering a bit of a submissive streak and then move on?

More of this or less of this? Am I crossing streams here? Haha

I need a little feedback, please!