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There
were faint murmurs, but no intelligible words were discernible through
the thick head covering as the invisible leash led her through the club,
hopeful that the other end was still held by her wife. The dominating
spouse had prepared her doll in the dressing room, proudly cinching the
new corset around the shapely waist. After depositing a slick rubber
ball into the pouting mouth, the adorable face was buried under the snug
grip of the matching hood that concealed her identity to everyone but
her partner.
As she continued to shuffle in her tall boots, she felt
the occasional grab on her thigh, squeeze on her breast, and even a slap
or two on the beautiful curve of her ass. The doll would’ve liked to
think it was her wife’s doing, but she knew it wasn’t. No one could
replicate that delicate caress. Coming to a halt, she felt her
restricted frame spun around. A hand came to rest between her legs that
she knew belonged to her beloved. Moaning deeply into the rubber, she
basked in the tight confinements squeezing every inch of her body, a
helpless doll ready to please…or be pleased.
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