We stand in back till eyes get adjusted. I see the guys walking toward us and I tell them that the slut are here for your use them as you wish.I tell ...them to get on the plastic sheet and un cuff them and take leash off and say put on a show for them sluts. They start to kiss and hands roam all over bodies and then they start to suck on each others nipples and then they do a 69 and they are both going at it and as I look around their must be 20 or so guys all have their cocks out and stroking. Joan grabbed me and said, "Silly, be still and let's get you into thispretty corset, Dear." I trembled as I slipped on the beautiful corset.The girls knew I was so excited I could hardly stand it. I wastrembling.Both Joan and Cathy laced me into the corset. I saw myself in themirror. Wow, I have an hourglass figure and my breasts had thatbeautifully shaped 50's look, in a bullet bra. I couldn't wait to getthe dress on.I slipped on my nylons and hooked them to the six garters. Cathy. If I tried to escape this situation the only way I could do it was to pull my new rings out of and tear the flesh of my breasts. That would be too painful and damage my nipples permanently. I was imprisoned by my own new nipple rigs a very effective means of bondage, even though my arms and legs were free to move I could not stand, nor could I get off my now painfully numb knees. I could lean forward my forehead on the whipping post to take the tension off my nipples. This however made me put. I could feel the stone in her wedding ring scrape the head. “You’re exactly right. Whatever I say. You’d do well not to forget it, either.” I couldn’t tell for sure because I couldn’t crane my neck far enough to see what she was doing down there, but the cockring seemed to be some sort of two-piece mechanism. She placed the ring at the base of my shaft, behind my sac, and fitted the top into place. I heard it snap shut with a soft click. “There,” she said. “All done. How does that feel?”.