She awoke. Had she really slept or only dozed for a moment? There was no way to know. No way to ask nothing to see. No light. No clock. Her internal, mental clock was too disoriented to be of any use. Was he there, watching? Would he know that she was awake? Did it matter? She could not know. It really didn't matter. He would come to her when he was ready. She wriggled a little, as much as she could. That wasn't much. Enough to contract most of her muscles a little, and to feel the pressure of the things he had left inside her when he wrapped her.

Wrapped her. She remembered the wrapping, luxuriating in the feeling. First her arms, folded wrist-to-elbow in front of her, with a few layers of the clingy plastic around her forearms. Then the insertions, careful and well lubricated. He did not mean the butt plug to hurt, only to fill her, and to remind her that he had chosen to place it there. Then the dildo. That required no artificial lubricant, but the mea...

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