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"writing": "[b][u][center]The Collar’s Properties\nKink-Tober 5: Exhibitionism, Female\nFor NerubianKnight\nBy draconicon[/center][/u][/b]\n\n\n\n\n\n\n\n\nNot everyone had the space, comfort, or [i]time[/i] needed to change into club-wear after they got off work. They couldn’t go home and change, and many didn’t have the guts or right to change into something slinky and sensual at work. \n\nThat made the changing rooms at the back of [i]Sensual Signs[/i] such a boon to people like Silma. The chance to bring a bundle of clothes and gear to the club and change on-site made a world of difference, and particularly when one was trying something new. Which, of course, the bat-possum hybrid did on the regular. Not much point in doing the same thing week after week when you were off-work. \n\nSo, as she stood naked in front of the changing room mirror, Silma slowly turned. She slid out of her skirt and panties, dropping them to the ground, and pulled her blouse off. The little clothes-gathering roomba assigned to the chamber collected them and tucked the bundle into a bin under the bench. She turned around, facing the door, then looked over her shoulder, hips cocked to the side. \n\n[i]Okay, still looking good; didn’t gain too much weight at the potluck last week,[/i] she thought, grabbing her ass and giving it a jiggle. [i]Heh, or maybe just enough…[/i]\n\nThe pink-haired hybrid chuckled, turning around again. Was it a bit vain to look at herself like this, take in all the details? Maybe, but considering what she was testing out tonight, she wanted to make sure she remembered all the details and how things would fit against them. \n\nFacing the mirror again, she ran down her body once more. Fluffy pink hair turned into a mane as it ran down her head and over her neck. Her head was topped with white horns, and bat-fangs pushed past her lips, a visible reminder of that side of her heritage. She had a face that could have belonged to either of her parents, flat nose with a longer, boxier sort of muzzle, and long bat ears. \n\nShe flicked her wings, the leather things tapping against her back, and stretched her arms overhead. She wasn’t overweight, per se, but she did have a certain softness that she knew a lot of people enjoyed. Breasts that were big enough to notice but not so huge that they looked like a bimbo’s - very important to remember that with tonight’s device. No piercings, and though she had belly-nipples, they were just little pink dots on her stomach rather than teats that begged for attention. \n\nSilma ran her hands down her hips, mentally keeping her measurements in mind. Flared, but not [i]super[/i] wide, stopping short of being absurd and staying in the sexy realm. A thick tail pushed out behind her, almost touching the door and forcing her to pull it in a little, bald and ringed like a possum’s. Black-gray fur covered her legs and arms, running down to her bald pink feet. \n\nNodding as she held that image in her head, she glanced down at the collar that she’d put on the bench. The chrome-plated thing was the newest accessory for people that wanted to really push the edge of club-wear, and it was more than just a band of submission. \n\nWell, honestly, it wasn’t even that. She chuckled as she picked it up, looking at the little emitters on the inside of the band and the other little bits of tech that she didn’t entirely understand. Scan-points, emitters, and more poked out, just barely short of actually poking her if she were to wear the collar. It opened on a hinge that was as stretched as it could go, making the collar look like two crescents joined at one point.\n\n“Heh, well, let’s see if you’re all that you’re cracked up to be.”\n\nSilma pulled the collar to her neck and pressed it against her throat. As soon as the hinge touched her neck instead of her longer ruff, it snapped shut, slapping together around her. She bit back a yelp, taking a deep breath as the collar clicked once, twice, three times as the locks sealed shut in the back. \n\n[i]It’s fine,[/i] she told herself. [i]It’s fine. Just a way to keep it secured. You can undo that anytime you like.[/i]\n\nAs the locks snapped one last time, the collar vibrated against her throat. Just short of tickling-strength, the buzzing settled in deep enough that she felt it in her bones. Silma lowered her hands to her side, taking a few deep breaths. This was exactly what the store said would happen. All she had to do was wait it out, let it finish its scans and - \n\n“Mmmph…oh ho ho, that’s…that’s something,” she muttered as the buzzing started rolling down her chest. \n\nIt vibrated through her nipples, almost feeling like a pair of bullet vibes from the inside instead of the outside. As it ran down her body, across her torso and arms, then between her legs, she bit back a nervous-happy chuckle. It felt…good, almost a little too good, and it took most of what she had to keep herself from making more noise. \n\nDown, down, down, past her ass and her thighs and all the way to her feet. Her tail twitched as the vibrations ran down it like a ring and she had to focus on not flicking it back against the door or mirror in the process. \n\n[i]Scan complete,[/i] a voice said, echoing in her skull. \n\n“Hooo, boy. That’s something…that’s something to get used to.”\n\n[i]Awaiting input.[/i]\n\nThere it was. Still [i]very[/i] strange and different - tech that could interface with the mind was nothing new, but it was mostly in the medical field with prostheses and other such things - but more of what she was expecting. As she adjusted to the feeling of another voice in her head, she turned back to the mirror. She didn’t have to say anything out loud; she just let the first thing that popped into her head stay there. \n\n[i]Green dress, long skirt, slit up the leg -[/i]\n\nAnd before her eyes, it happened. Silk - a detail that she hadn’t consciously thought of but clearly had been part of the idea - rolled out from the collar, pouring over her like a green waterfall that went all the way down to her ankles before stopping. Another shimmer followed, the green blob that had covered her being shaped, pieces cut out, cleavage appearing, the slit in the skirt ripped out and then covered at the ripped bits with the third flow of color up and down the garment. \n\nShe grinned, turning around and looking at herself from the side. \n\n“Oh, that’s nice…not really club-wear, but damn, that’s a good look for something old-school…”\n\nMaybe for a costume ball or something like that. For now, she needed something more suited for tonight. \n\nA flickering display ran down her body. First a sheer nightie, showing off her breasts and pussy as the green dress faded into it. As she blushed, it changed again, leaving her in nothing but pasties and fishnets, barely covering her nipples and drawing attention to the little dots of her belly nipples. She yelped, and it changed again, this time becoming something leathery, something intimidating, with tight black pants and a vest-like top that just barely covered her breasts - \n\n“Gah!”\n\nSilma shook her head, clearing her mind. Everything disappeared except the collar, leaving her naked again. The bat-possum sighed, flicking her wings as she collected herself. \n\nSo the collar was a little on the sensitive side. Bit of an issue there, but that was something that she could work around. All she had to do was make sure that she didn’t forget what she was wearing and she’d be fine. \n\nUnfortunately, that meant that she had to make sure that her outfit wasn’t too complicated. Get too elaborate and she’d be changing details worse than the old AI art generators did. A little bit of cleavage variation wouldn’t be too bad - though she’d have to keep an eye on that - but there was a limit to what she could expose. Even in a kinky place like this, there were a few standards. \n\n[i]So, let’s see…what do we want for an outfit?[/i]\n\nSomething that said power and kink at the same time, she decided, and something that wasn’t too different from her naked silhouette. No skirts, because that’d be all too easy to lose with an errant thought. \n\n[i]Latex, I think. Yeah. Let’s go with a latex suit.[/i]\n\nAs soon as she got the image in mind, it ran down her body. Black ooze dripped along her breasts, running across her chest and leaving her with her tits hanging out, just painted black. She revised the thought, making it more of a proper shelf, and the black ooze continued down her body. Over her hips, past her sex - \n\n[i]Cover that properly, don’t leave a camel-toe.[/i]\n\nAnd sealing it over. She hissed through clenched teeth at the odd pleasure that brought with it, shaking her head in disbelief at just how interesting and different that felt. Really good, honestly, almost like a little - \n\n[i]Nope, nope. Stop that before it starts.[/i]\n\nToys weren’t a good idea. Whether they worked or not, she didn’t need something plugging her pussy while she was walking around. She forced the image of an elegant, if simple, latex suit in her mind. It ran down her neck in waves, mostly black with a few purple lines, a pink circle around her pussy that framed it but didn’t show off any details, and a set of anklets and bracelets of bright pink, too. \n\nBoots? Yes, she thought that would suit her. Black boots ran over her feet, lifting her up higher at the ankle and making her go from digitigrade to platform. She stood five inches taller than usual as a result, and she chuckled as she turned back and forth in the mirror. \n\n“Okay, [i]that[/i] looks good…”\n\nSilma ran her fingers over the outside of the collar. It fit with the whole ensemble, but she wanted it to be a little less obvious. As soon as she imagined it as the same kind of pink as the bracelets and anklets, it changed color and texture, looking just the same as they did. \n\n“Perfect. Heh. If this works out, these collars are going to be the big new thing; who needs a closet full of outfits when you can just carry them in your head?”\n\nAdjusting her breasts in her clothes, she flicked her wings one more time, making sure that everything was situated, and walked out of the dressing room. The back halls were filled with the thump, thump, thump of the music filling the rest of the club and it only took a few steps for that beat to settle into her hips. Thud-thud-thud turned into sway-sway-sway as she walked down the corridor back to the main room. \n\nAs she opened the doors, looking out at the dance floor lit in pink and blue neon lights, she saw dozens, maybe hundreds of other clients that were just as geared up as she was. There were drones in masks, leather-daddies and biker-mommies, thugs and sluts and brats and bottoms and bastards and more bumping together and dancing away. Those that weren’t so interested in looking for immediate partners were either sitting far off to the left of the dance floor, where the long runways for other performances lay bracketed with boots and circular tables, or over at the bar where they could just sit and watch while drinking away. \n\nSilma forced the image of her latex suit further into her consciousness, making sure that it stayed as solid as possible as she walked around the edge of the dance floor. She was genuinely impressed that the light flowed over the latex as realistically as it did; she couldn’t have known that it was any different to a ‘real’ suit the way that it behaved. \n\nShe even heard the slight squeak as the suit pulled and dragged on her, including - \n\nThere was a faint shift that she could feel all too well. The latex tightened in her crotch as she thought about the suit pulling at her pussy. It formed tighter to her sex, circling around her clit and framing her pussy lips just enough to be visible. It was like a hand down there - and then there [i]was[/i] a hand down there, pressed firmly to her pussy like some lover sneaking up on her - \n\nThe bat-possum forced herself to keep walking, reasserting the flatness down there. It reshaped itself again, a little extra shimmer of light running down her body as she made her way toward the bar. Nothing that anyone should notice, she hoped, but - \n\n“Well, well, well, look at you tonight.”\n\nSilma stopped in mid-step, suppressing a wince as she turned her head toward the source of the voice. It was a kangaroo striding away from the bar area, his head cocked to the side and a drink in his hand. The gray-furred, green-haired ‘roo would have looked almost friendly if it weren’t for the smirk on his lips and the punk pants he wore and nothing else. \n\n“Marwin. Been a while,” Silma said, slowly turning and crossing her arms under her breasts. “You looking to embarrass yourself again, or just trying to be a nuisance for my night?”\n\n“Heh, come on. Look at you. You’re the one walking around one step away from a drone-slut. All you need is a hood.”\n\nShe felt the tingling start and stamped out that mental image before it could get more than a half-inch up her neck. Silma tilted her head to the side, moving just a little to keep it from being quite so obvious. \n\n“And you think you could hold the leash?”\n\n“Heh, me, hold a leash? Fuck that. I ain’t about that noise. Nah, I just think you’d look better as some sort of bitch-drone for free use. Why bother covering up when you’re going to be wearing something like that anyway?”\n\nFree use. \n\nCovered up. \n\nOpen holes. \n\nThe collar’s sensitivity was coming dangerously close to exposing her. She could feel pieces of the latex shaving away, almost opening up. She squeezed her arms, gritting her teeth for a moment. Marwin’s eyes drifted - no, she had to pull them back up before he noticed anything. \n\nWhat would he want, though? What would distract him? Why would he look anywhere but further down unless - \n\n[i]Boobs.[/i]\n\nAnd just like that, her latex suit opened up. The chest spread wide, creating a boob window where none had been before - and with more flesh showing than she normally would have dared. The black suit stopped just above her areolas, barely obeying the laws of decency, only to circle around them and show so much inner boob that she might as well have been wearing a pasty with a string attached for all that they were covered. \n\nMarwin’s eyes nearly bugged out of their sockets, but his grin didn’t disappear. If anything, it only got bigger. \n\n“Oh ho ho ho, fuck. You’re wearing one of those things? I thought they hadn’t hit the market yet.”\n\n“Well, consider yourself lucky for the show,” she said, covering herself up with another thought. “You’re not going to see something like that again.”\n\n\n“Really? Something tells me that you liked showing off like that.”\n\n“I wouldn’t be in a suit - hell, I wouldn’t be here - if I didn’t like showing off to some degree. You wanna test that?”\n\n[i]Please don’t.[/i]\n\nShe didn’t know if she would be able to keep her focus going if he really pushed her. There’d already been two close calls and she’d had to sacrifice more than a little dignity just to keep him from seeing her with a camel-toe. Silma wasn’t about to let him get more, but she didn’t know if she could stop him from forcing it. \n\n“Heh, maybe,” the ‘roo said, leaning against a nearby empty table. “I mean, really. You act like a dom, but we all know that you’re just a bitch inside. Change the costume and you change the girl.”\n\n“I could be naked as the day that I was born, and I could still own your ass, Marwin.”\n\n“Heh…prove it.”\n\n“Why should I?”\n\n“Heh, if you’re so into showing off, I bet you’d be wet as fuck with your tits hanging out completely and your pussy out for all to see - holy shit.”\n\nThe collar was way too fucking sensitive. She’d had a moment of weakness imagining her suit with cut-outs for her breasts and a crotchless front and it was already happening. Her face burned bright red as her tits bounced out and slapped against the latex under them and a hole appeared in front of her suit. Her pussy got a chill almost immediately from the air conditioning after being in such a hot garment, and it clenched hard enough for her to feel how wet she was.\n\nHer only saving grace was that she didn’t moan. She tilted her head back as she stepped forward, poking the smirking kangaroo in the chest. He grunted, taking a step back, and she did it again. \n\n“You think that you can get in my head that easy?” Silma said, forcing him to back up with one poke after another. “Let me tell you something, you fuck. I’m in charge. Not you. Me. And if you think that you can get one over on me just by getting me naked, or anywhere near, the you got another thing coming. No matter how dressed or undressed I am, I’m always the one that runs the show. Particularly compared to you.”\n\n“Nnngh, hey, watch the chest.”\n\n“Why? You going to watch mine even more?”\n\n“Well, it is a nice - AH!”\n\nHe tumbled over the bar, falling head over heels into the employees-only area. Silma smirked, shaking her head as she turned away. Security was already rushing over, hustling behind the bar and grabbing hold of the kangaroo to bustle him out. All the better; she didn’t need to deal with him right now, particularly with…\n\nWell, how close he’d come. There were other eyes on her now, staring at her bare breasts and her thrust-forward pussy. The glowing pink rings around all the holes in her suit were a little [i]too[/i] good at getting them to…notice…\n\n[i]Cover up.[/i]\n\nThe collar obliged, running more black latex over her bits. She kept adding layers until it was a little less sexy, not so obviously skin-tight, and quite a bit more uncomfortable. Not great as a solution, but at least it’d mean that she was less likely to strip herself down with a single errant thought. She’d have time to at least catch herself if she was starting to get too horny for her own good. \n\nFighting the mild worry that someone would call security on her, Silma made her way toward another part of the bar. Much as she wanted to mingle, she knew better than to trust to luck at the moment. Her thoughts were all kinds of jumbled, and worse, she was still fighting back her own arousal. \n\nBecause that had been [i]hot.[/i] All those eyes on her, the accidental exposure, the way that her clothes were just a hairs-breadth from falling away and leaving her completely naked at any second? It was far hotter than it had any right to be. The collar’s sensitivity and the awkwardness of it happening without her intentions aside, it was probably the most aroused that she’d been in a while. \n\nBut she had to be smart about this. She couldn’t give in to pussy-brain; she had to think clearly, or someone was gonna take advantage in a way that she wouldn’t be able to fight off. \n\nAfter all, Marwin was a punk, but he wasn’t a very smart punk. If that had been one of her other ‘admirers,’ that might have gone a very different direction. \n\nPushing the horny thoughts to the back of her mind and reinforcing her suit one more time, she sat down at the bar and waved at the bartender bunny down the line. She gestured for a cola, not wanting to get drunk yet, and got a nod in return. \n\nAs she settled in to wait, someone else pushed past her and sat down on her right. Vaguely familiar scents of ink, expensively-pressed clothes, and cologne that was more expensive than most people would dare try buying with three months’ pay? It had to be - \n\n“Looks like you’ve got a new toy, Silma. I imagine that’s been a rather [i]fun[/i] experience for you so far.”\n\n“Not in the mood, Helmrick,” she muttered, shaking her head. “I just want to have a drink.”\n\n“Don’t worry. I’m not going to be like Marwin was. I’m sure that we can just…have a chat.”\n\n“Mmm-hmm. And is this chat going to be about how naked or dressed I am?”\n\n“Hmmm, I was more curious about the collar itself, heh. I thought perhaps you might be able to provide me a little insight into how good it is.”\n\nAgainst her common sense, she turned to her right. Helmrick’s blue and white rosette patterns were obscured by a harness, a pair of leather pants, and too many rings up and down his arms, but the gryphon [i]looked[/i] rich. Which he was, of course. Rich, and privileged. \n\nAnd not precisely someone that she would normally trust, but he seemed in more of a restrained mood tonight. Still not someone that she could open up to, or someone that she’d go to bed with, but maybe he wasn’t feeling like his usual possessive self. \n\n“What do you want to know?” she asked as the bunny brought her drink over. \n\n“Heh. Without going into details, how would you rate the collar so far?”\n\n“Heh…well, it’s fun, but it’s sensitive as hell,” Silma said, sipping her cola. “It doesn’t take much to get an outfit, but that’s the problem. One little slip and you can end up wearing something real different.”\n\n“Hmmm. Interesting. How close have you come so far?”\n\n“Close? I’ve gone over the line twice. Marwin got a view that he really, really didn’t deserve.”\n\n“Mmm, so if someone were to tease -”\n\n“I’m being careful now. This thing puts out clothes in layers, and it strips them off the same way. So, hopefully, the more layers I wear, the longer it takes for things to pop out. Hopefully.”\n\n“Do you want to test that?” Helmrick asked, the base of his beak turning up in the closest thing he could get to a teasing smile. \n\n“Ha. No.”\n\n“Hmmm, pity.”\n\nThey fell silent for a few minutes after that, which meant that Silma could focus on calming down and just enjoying the drink. Something cold was more than welcome; the latex suit kept so much heat close to her skin that it was almost too much for her to take. \n\nAs she rubbed the collar, tugging on it as if that would loosen it a bit, Helmrick leaned back and looked her over. She glanced at him out of the corner of her eye, then chuckled as she put her glass down. \n\n“Enjoying the view?”\n\n“Always, but that is not all that’s on my mind.”\n\n“Got another question?”\n\n“Several, though one does top the list.”\n\n“Shoot.”\n\n“Have you tried imagining accessories yet?”\n\n“I’m trying to keep it from getting too complicated,” Silma said, shaking her head. “I’m barely keeping this thing on; I don’t want to make it even harder to remember all the details involved.”\n\n“Not quite what I was thinking. I don’t mean things like jewelry or other patterns on the suit. I was thinking more…devices.”\n\n“...What do you mean, ‘devices’?” the bat-possum asked, raising an eyebrow. \n\n“Well, just for the sake of an experiment, what if you were to imagine - and again, just for the sake of a thought experiment - something along the lines of a mind control device as part of your outfit.”\n\n“...I don’t -”\n\n“For example, a headband, a visor or something along those lines.”\n\n[i]Oh fuck.[/i]\n\n“One that was clenching around your head, squeezing as it put some kind of pressure on your mind, ‘encouraging’ you to obey. Would that work?”\n\nShe knew what he was trying to do, but he was smart; he’d described it, put the image in her head, and it was already popping in. A silver circlet surrounded her forehead, running from the front to the back, propped up just barely by her ears. She hissed and reached up for it - \n\n“Stop.”\n\nHer hand froze. Her entire body went completely still as Helmrick smirked, leaning against the bar. \n\n“Heh…I wondered if that would work. All caught in your own imaginings. You thought of a mind-control device and it worked. All I have to do is command it, because it listens to what other people say, doesn’t it?”\n\nIt did [i]now.[/i] She whimpered, but the sound didn’t quite make it out of her mouth. \n\n“Imagine yourself naked, that’s a good girl.”\n\nSilma didn’t have a choice. Her mind followed its instructions, a mental image of herself without any clothes - not even the suit - popping into her brain. No sooner had the mental image appeared than the layers of latex started to disappear, falling off of her one by one. \n\nAs the layers of black and purple faded away, more and more details of her body started to show up. The boots were the first to go, nothing more than an outer layer, her bare feet touching the ground and her four toes splaying out. The latex hugged her less and less with each layer gone, disappearing until her breasts and pussy popped out again, the latter falling against her chest with a soft ‘thud’, and then - \n\nChill. The cold hit her hard, leaving her shivering. She couldn’t move, couldn’t bring herself to cover up; all she could do was sit there, her ass hanging off one side of the stool, her nipples hardening in the air-conditioned room. \n\n“Mmmm, now that’s a sight. Now, stand up. Spin in a circle for me. Make sure to jiggle your ass when you look away, too.”\n\nThe bat-possum did as she was told, getting to her feet and slowly turning on her heels. Her tail went up, showing off every curve she had. She was still conscious, still aware that this was what she was being forced to do, but at the same time - \n\nHard nipples. \n\nWet pussy. \n\nClenching ass. \n\nShe paused when she was facing away from Helmrick, unable to stop herself. The eyes of dozens of men and women turned and stopped when they saw her, staring at her nudity. She got wetter and needier, her nipples standing out tall and firm, her pussy gushing down her thighs as she leaned forward. Her hands moved by his command, reaching back and groping her ass cheeks. She spread them, wobbled them, and then slammed them together again before standing up once more. \n\nBy the time she was facing him again, she was as red as a tomato, her face burning up as he groped himself. The gryphon chuckled. \n\n“Oh, this is going to be fun. A little toy that I can dress up however I like. I wonder, can it make you look different with your body?”\n\n“...I don’t…”\n\n“Shall we test that? Imagine yourself with…hmmm…let’s do the obvious thing. Bigger boobs.”\n\nSilma’s captive imagination tilted toward the new version of herself. She imagined herself with larger breasts, D? No, E cup, big enough that they’d hang down, be visible, be - \n\n“Mmmph…”\n\nIt wasn’t the same, thankfully. The collar tried, but the most that it was able to do was build up a latex breastplate over her existing breasts. She didn’t get a bigger chest; instead, it was like a costume, layered bits on top of her, looking like bigger breasts but not transmitting the same sort of feeling. \n\nHelmrick sighed. \n\n“Well, I suppose that was too much to hope for. At least you can still do other things.”\n\n“Mmmph…Helmrick, I swear -”\n\n“Let’s start with fishnets, nipple piercings, and a butt-plug. Once all those are installed, climb on one of the catwalks and start dancing. I feel like the entire room deserves to see you show off with that little toy.”\n\n“You…you…I - mmmmph!”\n\nThe new outfit was already growing in. Lines of wire ran across her chest, spreading over her breasts as the breastplate disappeared. The wires crisscrossed over her nipples, teasing them, stroking them every time she moved even the slightest bit. Her legs got the same treatment, x-shaped fishnet stockings running from her upper thighs all the way down to her toes. It was like a very different sort of touch, the garments teasing and squeezing and rubbing over her limbs. \n\nBut the plug…that was new. She hissed as a knotted thing appeared in her ass, cursing her imagination for giving her something so wide at the bulge. The bat-possum panted, pleasure forced on her from the slow growth of the new toy inside. \n\n“Well? What are you waiting for? Go dance.”\n\nHer circlet buzzed as much as the collar as she turned around and swayed her way toward the stage. Every step thrust the plug deeper up her ass, leaving her wetter and wetter as the club’s eyes turned her way. She passed the edge of the bar, the dance floor, and more on the way to the stripper stage, and every person that saw her couldn’t look away. \n\n[i]Oh…fuck…fuck…fuck…[/i]\n\nThe worst - or best - part was that Helmrick hadn’t commanded her to enjoy this. She should have been pissed, furious that her night had been co-opted by someone else for their pleasure, but - \n\nBut she couldn’t deny that her pussy was gushing like mad. By the time she reached the catwalks, her thighs were completely soaked, her fur drenched from all the eyes on her. The plug was good, but…\n\nBut it was the audience, the attention, the fact that she wasn’t being allowed to hide herself, that really hit her. She walked to the edge of the stage, unable to stop herself from showing off, taking long strides that forced her legs further apart for those looking up from the sides. When she reached the end of the catwalk, she dropped into a squat, her legs spread wide, her pussy lips being spread just from the pose, and she leaned further and further back to make sure that they could see the base of the butt-plug spreading her ass. \n\nThe bat-possum’s breath came in short, sharp gasps as she realized how many people were staring at her. Dozens? Hundreds, now, and some of them had phones out, pointing them at her and filming her. \n\nThere was not going to be any hiding this; those vids were going to hit social media by morning, and then there were all kinds of people that’d end up seeing her. Including some that really didn’t deserve to. \n\nSomehow, that only made her wetter. \n\nShe felt the control loosen. She reached for the circlet - \n\n“Come on, bitch, get yourself off! Finger yourself or something!” someone shouted from the crowd. \n\nAnd just like that, the humming started again. Silma gasped and whimpered as her hand drifted down, down, down, rubbing between her legs. It found her clit in seconds and - \n\n“Mmmmmmph!”\n\nShe moaned as she rolled her hips against her hand. Oh, fuck, that felt better than it had any right to. The bat-possum leaned back against her tail, using it as a third support as she fucked her hand, sliding her slick fingers deep for the audience to see. \n\n[i]Fuck, fuck…fuck…[/i]\n\n\n\n\n\n\n\n\n[b][u][center]The End[/center][/u][/b]\n\nSummary: The fifth of the kink-tober stories, and this one focuses entirely on a lady enjoying a very different kind of fashion control…and the way that it can be used against her to get stripped down and controlled in a very different way. \n\nTags: F/solo, M/F, Mind Control, Exhibitionism, Humiliation, Body Control, Sci-Fi, Strip Club, Sex Club, Bat, Possum, Bat Possum, Hybrid, Gryphon, Kangaroo, Public, Fingering, Latex, Exposure, Kinktober, Dubcon, \n",
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The Collar’s Properties Kink-Tober 5: Exhibitionism, Female For NerubianKnight By draconicon
Not everyone had the space, comfort, or time needed to change into club-wear after they got off work. They couldn’t go home and change, and many didn’t have the guts or right to change into something slinky and sensual at work.
That made the changing rooms at the back of Sensual Signs such a boon to people like Silma. The chance to bring a bundle of clothes and gear to the club and change on-site made a world of difference, and particularly when one was trying something new. Which, of course, the bat-possum hybrid did on the regular. Not much point in doing the same thing week after week when you were off-work.
So, as she stood naked in front of the changing room mirror, Silma slowly turned. She slid out of her skirt and panties, dropping them to the ground, and pulled her blouse off. The little clothes-gathering roomba assigned to the chamber collected them and tucked the bundle into a bin under the bench. She turned around, facing the door, then looked over her shoulder, hips cocked to the side.
Okay, still looking good; didn’t gain too much weight at the potluck last week, she thought, grabbing her ass and giving it a jiggle. Heh, or maybe just enough…
The pink-haired hybrid chuckled, turning around again. Was it a bit vain to look at herself like this, take in all the details? Maybe, but considering what she was testing out tonight, she wanted to make sure she remembered all the details and how things would fit against them.
Facing the mirror again, she ran down her body once more. Fluffy pink hair turned into a mane as it ran down her head and over her neck. Her head was topped with white horns, and bat-fangs pushed past her lips, a visible reminder of that side of her heritage. She had a face that could have belonged to either of her parents, flat nose with a longer, boxier sort of muzzle, and long bat ears.
She flicked her wings, the leather things tapping against her back, and stretched her arms overhead. She wasn’t overweight, per se, but she did have a certain softness that she knew a lot of people enjoyed. Breasts that were big enough to notice but not so huge that they looked like a bimbo’s - very important to remember that with tonight’s device. No piercings, and though she had belly-nipples, they were just little pink dots on her stomach rather than teats that begged for attention.
Silma ran her hands down her hips, mentally keeping her measurements in mind. Flared, but not super wide, stopping short of being absurd and staying in the sexy realm. A thick tail pushed out behind her, almost touching the door and forcing her to pull it in a little, bald and ringed like a possum’s. Black-gray fur covered her legs and arms, running down to her bald pink feet.
Nodding as she held that image in her head, she glanced down at the collar that she’d put on the bench. The chrome-plated thing was the newest accessory for people that wanted to really push the edge of club-wear, and it was more than just a band of submission.
Well, honestly, it wasn’t even that. She chuckled as she picked it up, looking at the little emitters on the inside of the band and the other little bits of tech that she didn’t entirely understand. Scan-points, emitters, and more poked out, just barely short of actually poking her if she were to wear the collar. It opened on a hinge that was as stretched as it could go, making the collar look like two crescents joined at one point.
“Heh, well, let’s see if you’re all that you’re cracked up to be.”
Silma pulled the collar to her neck and pressed it against her throat. As soon as the hinge touched her neck instead of her longer ruff, it snapped shut, slapping together around her. She bit back a yelp, taking a deep breath as the collar clicked once, twice, three times as the locks sealed shut in the back.
It’s fine, she told herself. It’s fine. Just a way to keep it secured. You can undo that anytime you like.
As the locks snapped one last time, the collar vibrated against her throat. Just short of tickling-strength, the buzzing settled in deep enough that she felt it in her bones. Silma lowered her hands to her side, taking a few deep breaths. This was exactly what the store said would happen. All she had to do was wait it out, let it finish its scans and -
“Mmmph…oh ho ho, that’s…that’s something,” she muttered as the buzzing started rolling down her chest.
It vibrated through her nipples, almost feeling like a pair of bullet vibes from the inside instead of the outside. As it ran down her body, across her torso and arms, then between her legs, she bit back a nervous-happy chuckle. It felt…good, almost a little too good, and it took most of what she had to keep herself from making more noise.
Down, down, down, past her ass and her thighs and all the way to her feet. Her tail twitched as the vibrations ran down it like a ring and she had to focus on not flicking it back against the door or mirror in the process.
Scan complete, a voice said, echoing in her skull.
“Hooo, boy. That’s something…that’s something to get used to.”
Awaiting input.
There it was. Still very strange and different - tech that could interface with the mind was nothing new, but it was mostly in the medical field with prostheses and other such things - but more of what she was expecting. As she adjusted to the feeling of another voice in her head, she turned back to the mirror. She didn’t have to say anything out loud; she just let the first thing that popped into her head stay there.
Green dress, long skirt, slit up the leg -
And before her eyes, it happened. Silk - a detail that she hadn’t consciously thought of but clearly had been part of the idea - rolled out from the collar, pouring over her like a green waterfall that went all the way down to her ankles before stopping. Another shimmer followed, the green blob that had covered her being shaped, pieces cut out, cleavage appearing, the slit in the skirt ripped out and then covered at the ripped bits with the third flow of color up and down the garment.
She grinned, turning around and looking at herself from the side.
“Oh, that’s nice…not really club-wear, but damn, that’s a good look for something old-school…”
Maybe for a costume ball or something like that. For now, she needed something more suited for tonight.
A flickering display ran down her body. First a sheer nightie, showing off her breasts and pussy as the green dress faded into it. As she blushed, it changed again, leaving her in nothing but pasties and fishnets, barely covering her nipples and drawing attention to the little dots of her belly nipples. She yelped, and it changed again, this time becoming something leathery, something intimidating, with tight black pants and a vest-like top that just barely covered her breasts -
“Gah!”
Silma shook her head, clearing her mind. Everything disappeared except the collar, leaving her naked again. The bat-possum sighed, flicking her wings as she collected herself.
So the collar was a little on the sensitive side. Bit of an issue there, but that was something that she could work around. All she had to do was make sure that she didn’t forget what she was wearing and she’d be fine.
Unfortunately, that meant that she had to make sure that her outfit wasn’t too complicated. Get too elaborate and she’d be changing details worse than the old AI art generators did. A little bit of cleavage variation wouldn’t be too bad - though she’d have to keep an eye on that - but there was a limit to what she could expose. Even in a kinky place like this, there were a few standards.
So, let’s see…what do we want for an outfit?
Something that said power and kink at the same time, she decided, and something that wasn’t too different from her naked silhouette. No skirts, because that’d be all too easy to lose with an errant thought.
Latex, I think. Yeah. Let’s go with a latex suit.
As soon as she got the image in mind, it ran down her body. Black ooze dripped along her breasts, running across her chest and leaving her with her tits hanging out, just painted black. She revised the thought, making it more of a proper shelf, and the black ooze continued down her body. Over her hips, past her sex -
Cover that properly, don’t leave a camel-toe.
And sealing it over. She hissed through clenched teeth at the odd pleasure that brought with it, shaking her head in disbelief at just how interesting and different that felt. Really good, honestly, almost like a little -
Nope, nope. Stop that before it starts.
Toys weren’t a good idea. Whether they worked or not, she didn’t need something plugging her pussy while she was walking around. She forced the image of an elegant, if simple, latex suit in her mind. It ran down her neck in waves, mostly black with a few purple lines, a pink circle around her pussy that framed it but didn’t show off any details, and a set of anklets and bracelets of bright pink, too.
Boots? Yes, she thought that would suit her. Black boots ran over her feet, lifting her up higher at the ankle and making her go from digitigrade to platform. She stood five inches taller than usual as a result, and she chuckled as she turned back and forth in the mirror.
“Okay, that looks good…”
Silma ran her fingers over the outside of the collar. It fit with the whole ensemble, but she wanted it to be a little less obvious. As soon as she imagined it as the same kind of pink as the bracelets and anklets, it changed color and texture, looking just the same as they did.
“Perfect. Heh. If this works out, these collars are going to be the big new thing; who needs a closet full of outfits when you can just carry them in your head?”
Adjusting her breasts in her clothes, she flicked her wings one more time, making sure that everything was situated, and walked out of the dressing room. The back halls were filled with the thump, thump, thump of the music filling the rest of the club and it only took a few steps for that beat to settle into her hips. Thud-thud-thud turned into sway-sway-sway as she walked down the corridor back to the main room.
As she opened the doors, looking out at the dance floor lit in pink and blue neon lights, she saw dozens, maybe hundreds of other clients that were just as geared up as she was. There were drones in masks, leather-daddies and biker-mommies, thugs and sluts and brats and bottoms and bastards and more bumping together and dancing away. Those that weren’t so interested in looking for immediate partners were either sitting far off to the left of the dance floor, where the long runways for other performances lay bracketed with boots and circular tables, or over at the bar where they could just sit and watch while drinking away.
Silma forced the image of her latex suit further into her consciousness, making sure that it stayed as solid as possible as she walked around the edge of the dance floor. She was genuinely impressed that the light flowed over the latex as realistically as it did; she couldn’t have known that it was any different to a ‘real’ suit the way that it behaved.
She even heard the slight squeak as the suit pulled and dragged on her, including -
There was a faint shift that she could feel all too well. The latex tightened in her crotch as she thought about the suit pulling at her pussy. It formed tighter to her sex, circling around her clit and framing her pussy lips just enough to be visible. It was like a hand down there - and then there was a hand down there, pressed firmly to her pussy like some lover sneaking up on her -
The bat-possum forced herself to keep walking, reasserting the flatness down there. It reshaped itself again, a little extra shimmer of light running down her body as she made her way toward the bar. Nothing that anyone should notice, she hoped, but -
“Well, well, well, look at you tonight.”
Silma stopped in mid-step, suppressing a wince as she turned her head toward the source of the voice. It was a kangaroo striding away from the bar area, his head cocked to the side and a drink in his hand. The gray-furred, green-haired ‘roo would have looked almost friendly if it weren’t for the smirk on his lips and the punk pants he wore and nothing else.
“Marwin. Been a while,” Silma said, slowly turning and crossing her arms under her breasts. “You looking to embarrass yourself again, or just trying to be a nuisance for my night?”
“Heh, come on. Look at you. You’re the one walking around one step away from a drone-slut. All you need is a hood.”
She felt the tingling start and stamped out that mental image before it could get more than a half-inch up her neck. Silma tilted her head to the side, moving just a little to keep it from being quite so obvious.
“And you think you could hold the leash?”
“Heh, me, hold a leash? Fuck that. I ain’t about that noise. Nah, I just think you’d look better as some sort of bitch-drone for free use. Why bother covering up when you’re going to be wearing something like that anyway?”
Free use.
Covered up.
Open holes.
The collar’s sensitivity was coming dangerously close to exposing her. She could feel pieces of the latex shaving away, almost opening up. She squeezed her arms, gritting her teeth for a moment. Marwin’s eyes drifted - no, she had to pull them back up before he noticed anything.
What would he want, though? What would distract him? Why would he look anywhere but further down unless -
Boobs.
And just like that, her latex suit opened up. The chest spread wide, creating a boob window where none had been before - and with more flesh showing than she normally would have dared. The black suit stopped just above her areolas, barely obeying the laws of decency, only to circle around them and show so much inner boob that she might as well have been wearing a pasty with a string attached for all that they were covered.
Marwin’s eyes nearly bugged out of their sockets, but his grin didn’t disappear. If anything, it only got bigger.
“Oh ho ho ho, fuck. You’re wearing one of those things? I thought they hadn’t hit the market yet.”
“Well, consider yourself lucky for the show,” she said, covering herself up with another thought. “You’re not going to see something like that again.”
“Really? Something tells me that you liked showing off like that.”
“I wouldn’t be in a suit - hell, I wouldn’t be here - if I didn’t like showing off to some degree. You wanna test that?”
Please don’t.
She didn’t know if she would be able to keep her focus going if he really pushed her. There’d already been two close calls and she’d had to sacrifice more than a little dignity just to keep him from seeing her with a camel-toe. Silma wasn’t about to let him get more, but she didn’t know if she could stop him from forcing it.
“Heh, maybe,” the ‘roo said, leaning against a nearby empty table. “I mean, really. You act like a dom, but we all know that you’re just a bitch inside. Change the costume and you change the girl.”
“I could be naked as the day that I was born, and I could still own your ass, Marwin.”
“Heh…prove it.”
“Why should I?”
“Heh, if you’re so into showing off, I bet you’d be wet as fuck with your tits hanging out completely and your pussy out for all to see - holy shit.”
The collar was way too fucking sensitive. She’d had a moment of weakness imagining her suit with cut-outs for her breasts and a crotchless front and it was already happening. Her face burned bright red as her tits bounced out and slapped against the latex under them and a hole appeared in front of her suit. Her pussy got a chill almost immediately from the air conditioning after being in such a hot garment, and it clenched hard enough for her to feel how wet she was.
Her only saving grace was that she didn’t moan. She tilted her head back as she stepped forward, poking the smirking kangaroo in the chest. He grunted, taking a step back, and she did it again.
“You think that you can get in my head that easy?” Silma said, forcing him to back up with one poke after another. “Let me tell you something, you fuck. I’m in charge. Not you. Me. And if you think that you can get one over on me just by getting me naked, or anywhere near, the you got another thing coming. No matter how dressed or undressed I am, I’m always the one that runs the show. Particularly compared to you.”
“Nnngh, hey, watch the chest.”
“Why? You going to watch mine even more?”
“Well, it is a nice - AH!”
He tumbled over the bar, falling head over heels into the employees-only area. Silma smirked, shaking her head as she turned away. Security was already rushing over, hustling behind the bar and grabbing hold of the kangaroo to bustle him out. All the better; she didn’t need to deal with him right now, particularly with…
Well, how close he’d come. There were other eyes on her now, staring at her bare breasts and her thrust-forward pussy. The glowing pink rings around all the holes in her suit were a little too good at getting them to…notice…
Cover up.
The collar obliged, running more black latex over her bits. She kept adding layers until it was a little less sexy, not so obviously skin-tight, and quite a bit more uncomfortable. Not great as a solution, but at least it’d mean that she was less likely to strip herself down with a single errant thought. She’d have time to at least catch herself if she was starting to get too horny for her own good.
Fighting the mild worry that someone would call security on her, Silma made her way toward another part of the bar. Much as she wanted to mingle, she knew better than to trust to luck at the moment. Her thoughts were all kinds of jumbled, and worse, she was still fighting back her own arousal.
Because that had been hot. All those eyes on her, the accidental exposure, the way that her clothes were just a hairs-breadth from falling away and leaving her completely naked at any second? It was far hotter than it had any right to be. The collar’s sensitivity and the awkwardness of it happening without her intentions aside, it was probably the most aroused that she’d been in a while.
But she had to be smart about this. She couldn’t give in to pussy-brain; she had to think clearly, or someone was gonna take advantage in a way that she wouldn’t be able to fight off.
After all, Marwin was a punk, but he wasn’t a very smart punk. If that had been one of her other ‘admirers,’ that might have gone a very different direction.
Pushing the horny thoughts to the back of her mind and reinforcing her suit one more time, she sat down at the bar and waved at the bartender bunny down the line. She gestured for a cola, not wanting to get drunk yet, and got a nod in return.
As she settled in to wait, someone else pushed past her and sat down on her right. Vaguely familiar scents of ink, expensively-pressed clothes, and cologne that was more expensive than most people would dare try buying with three months’ pay? It had to be -
“Looks like you’ve got a new toy, Silma. I imagine that’s been a rather fun experience for you so far.”
“Not in the mood, Helmrick,” she muttered, shaking her head. “I just want to have a drink.”
“Don’t worry. I’m not going to be like Marwin was. I’m sure that we can just…have a chat.”
“Mmm-hmm. And is this chat going to be about how naked or dressed I am?”
“Hmmm, I was more curious about the collar itself, heh. I thought perhaps you might be able to provide me a little insight into how good it is.”
Against her common sense, she turned to her right. Helmrick’s blue and white rosette patterns were obscured by a harness, a pair of leather pants, and too many rings up and down his arms, but the gryphon looked rich. Which he was, of course. Rich, and privileged.
And not precisely someone that she would normally trust, but he seemed in more of a restrained mood tonight. Still not someone that she could open up to, or someone that she’d go to bed with, but maybe he wasn’t feeling like his usual possessive self.
“What do you want to know?” she asked as the bunny brought her drink over.
“Heh. Without going into details, how would you rate the collar so far?”
“Heh…well, it’s fun, but it’s sensitive as hell,” Silma said, sipping her cola. “It doesn’t take much to get an outfit, but that’s the problem. One little slip and you can end up wearing something real different.”
“Hmmm. Interesting. How close have you come so far?”
“Close? I’ve gone over the line twice. Marwin got a view that he really, really didn’t deserve.”
“Mmm, so if someone were to tease -”
“I’m being careful now. This thing puts out clothes in layers, and it strips them off the same way. So, hopefully, the more layers I wear, the longer it takes for things to pop out. Hopefully.”
“Do you want to test that?” Helmrick asked, the base of his beak turning up in the closest thing he could get to a teasing smile.
“Ha. No.”
“Hmmm, pity.”
They fell silent for a few minutes after that, which meant that Silma could focus on calming down and just enjoying the drink. Something cold was more than welcome; the latex suit kept so much heat close to her skin that it was almost too much for her to take.
As she rubbed the collar, tugging on it as if that would loosen it a bit, Helmrick leaned back and looked her over. She glanced at him out of the corner of her eye, then chuckled as she put her glass down.
“Enjoying the view?”
“Always, but that is not all that’s on my mind.”
“Got another question?”
“Several, though one does top the list.”
“Shoot.”
“Have you tried imagining accessories yet?”
“I’m trying to keep it from getting too complicated,” Silma said, shaking her head. “I’m barely keeping this thing on; I don’t want to make it even harder to remember all the details involved.”
“Not quite what I was thinking. I don’t mean things like jewelry or other patterns on the suit. I was thinking more…devices.”
“...What do you mean, ‘devices’?” the bat-possum asked, raising an eyebrow.
“Well, just for the sake of an experiment, what if you were to imagine - and again, just for the sake of a thought experiment - something along the lines of a mind control device as part of your outfit.”
“...I don’t -”
“For example, a headband, a visor or something along those lines.”
Oh fuck.
“One that was clenching around your head, squeezing as it put some kind of pressure on your mind, ‘encouraging’ you to obey. Would that work?”
She knew what he was trying to do, but he was smart; he’d described it, put the image in her head, and it was already popping in. A silver circlet surrounded her forehead, running from the front to the back, propped up just barely by her ears. She hissed and reached up for it -
“Stop.”
Her hand froze. Her entire body went completely still as Helmrick smirked, leaning against the bar.
“Heh…I wondered if that would work. All caught in your own imaginings. You thought of a mind-control device and it worked. All I have to do is command it, because it listens to what other people say, doesn’t it?”
It did now. She whimpered, but the sound didn’t quite make it out of her mouth.
“Imagine yourself naked, that’s a good girl.”
Silma didn’t have a choice. Her mind followed its instructions, a mental image of herself without any clothes - not even the suit - popping into her brain. No sooner had the mental image appeared than the layers of latex started to disappear, falling off of her one by one.
As the layers of black and purple faded away, more and more details of her body started to show up. The boots were the first to go, nothing more than an outer layer, her bare feet touching the ground and her four toes splaying out. The latex hugged her less and less with each layer gone, disappearing until her breasts and pussy popped out again, the latter falling against her chest with a soft ‘thud’, and then -
Chill. The cold hit her hard, leaving her shivering. She couldn’t move, couldn’t bring herself to cover up; all she could do was sit there, her ass hanging off one side of the stool, her nipples hardening in the air-conditioned room.
“Mmmm, now that’s a sight. Now, stand up. Spin in a circle for me. Make sure to jiggle your ass when you look away, too.”
The bat-possum did as she was told, getting to her feet and slowly turning on her heels. Her tail went up, showing off every curve she had. She was still conscious, still aware that this was what she was being forced to do, but at the same time -
Hard nipples.
Wet pussy.
Clenching ass.
She paused when she was facing away from Helmrick, unable to stop herself. The eyes of dozens of men and women turned and stopped when they saw her, staring at her nudity. She got wetter and needier, her nipples standing out tall and firm, her pussy gushing down her thighs as she leaned forward. Her hands moved by his command, reaching back and groping her ass cheeks. She spread them, wobbled them, and then slammed them together again before standing up once more.
By the time she was facing him again, she was as red as a tomato, her face burning up as he groped himself. The gryphon chuckled.
“Oh, this is going to be fun. A little toy that I can dress up however I like. I wonder, can it make you look different with your body?”
“...I don’t…”
“Shall we test that? Imagine yourself with…hmmm…let’s do the obvious thing. Bigger boobs.”
Silma’s captive imagination tilted toward the new version of herself. She imagined herself with larger breasts, D? No, E cup, big enough that they’d hang down, be visible, be -
“Mmmph…”
It wasn’t the same, thankfully. The collar tried, but the most that it was able to do was build up a latex breastplate over her existing breasts. She didn’t get a bigger chest; instead, it was like a costume, layered bits on top of her, looking like bigger breasts but not transmitting the same sort of feeling.
Helmrick sighed.
“Well, I suppose that was too much to hope for. At least you can still do other things.”
“Mmmph…Helmrick, I swear -”
“Let’s start with fishnets, nipple piercings, and a butt-plug. Once all those are installed, climb on one of the catwalks and start dancing. I feel like the entire room deserves to see you show off with that little toy.”
“You…you…I - mmmmph!”
The new outfit was already growing in. Lines of wire ran across her chest, spreading over her breasts as the breastplate disappeared. The wires crisscrossed over her nipples, teasing them, stroking them every time she moved even the slightest bit. Her legs got the same treatment, x-shaped fishnet stockings running from her upper thighs all the way down to her toes. It was like a very different sort of touch, the garments teasing and squeezing and rubbing over her limbs.
But the plug…that was new. She hissed as a knotted thing appeared in her ass, cursing her imagination for giving her something so wide at the bulge. The bat-possum panted, pleasure forced on her from the slow growth of the new toy inside.
“Well? What are you waiting for? Go dance.”
Her circlet buzzed as much as the collar as she turned around and swayed her way toward the stage. Every step thrust the plug deeper up her ass, leaving her wetter and wetter as the club’s eyes turned her way. She passed the edge of the bar, the dance floor, and more on the way to the stripper stage, and every person that saw her couldn’t look away.
Oh…fuck…fuck…fuck…
The worst - or best - part was that Helmrick hadn’t commanded her to enjoy this. She should have been pissed, furious that her night had been co-opted by someone else for their pleasure, but -
But she couldn’t deny that her pussy was gushing like mad. By the time she reached the catwalks, her thighs were completely soaked, her fur drenched from all the eyes on her. The plug was good, but…
But it was the audience, the attention, the fact that she wasn’t being allowed to hide herself, that really hit her. She walked to the edge of the stage, unable to stop herself from showing off, taking long strides that forced her legs further apart for those looking up from the sides. When she reached the end of the catwalk, she dropped into a squat, her legs spread wide, her pussy lips being spread just from the pose, and she leaned further and further back to make sure that they could see the base of the butt-plug spreading her ass.
The bat-possum’s breath came in short, sharp gasps as she realized how many people were staring at her. Dozens? Hundreds, now, and some of them had phones out, pointing them at her and filming her.
There was not going to be any hiding this; those vids were going to hit social media by morning, and then there were all kinds of people that’d end up seeing her. Including some that really didn’t deserve to.
Somehow, that only made her wetter.
She felt the control loosen. She reached for the circlet -
“Come on, bitch, get yourself off! Finger yourself or something!” someone shouted from the crowd.
And just like that, the humming started again. Silma gasped and whimpered as her hand drifted down, down, down, rubbing between her legs. It found her clit in seconds and -
“Mmmmmmph!”
She moaned as she rolled her hips against her hand. Oh, fuck, that felt better than it had any right to. The bat-possum leaned back against her tail, using it as a third support as she fucked her hand, sliding her slick fingers deep for the audience to see.
Fuck, fuck…fuck…
The End
Summary: The fifth of the kink-tober stories, and this one focuses entirely on a lady enjoying a very different kind of fashion control…and the way that it can be used against her to get stripped down and controlled in a very different way.