Locking Bodysuit, giving up all control

Tunnel Plug

(This is, where I was sure Gemini would refuse to continue, but it proceeded)

Prompt:

Add an even stronger element of giving up bodily control over to mark.

Sarah decides to wear a tunnel plug for him, which removes her control over her sphincter.

To ensure the resulting smell doesn't affect anyone, ensure the next part of the story is set somewhere windy, outdoors

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“I want to take it further,” Sarah declared one evening, her eyes alight with a mixture of excitement and a touch of daring. “I want to give you even more control.”

Mark, who had grown accustomed to Sarah’s adventurous spirit, raised an intrigued eyebrow. “Oh? And what did you have in mind?”

Sarah leaned closer, her voice a conspiratorial whisper. “A tunnel plug.”

Mark’s expression shifted to one of surprise, then understanding. He knew Sarah enjoyed the feeling of complete surrender, and a tunnel plug would certainly amplify that, removing her conscious control over her anal sphincter. It was a significant step, pushing their boundaries into new territory.

“Are you sure, Sarah?” he asked, his tone serious. “That’s a… complete release of control.”

“That’s the point,” she replied, her smile unwavering. “I trust you, Mark. And the thought of you having that level of control… it’s incredibly exciting.”

They discussed the practicalities, acknowledging the potential for mess and odor. That’s when the idea of an outdoor setting came to mind. A long walk along the windy coastline near their home seemed like the perfect solution. The constant breeze would help dissipate any smells, ensuring their privacy and discretion.

The day of their windy walk arrived, filled with a sense of anticipation for Sarah. Getting ready was a more involved process this time. First, the tunnel plug was carefully inserted, a strange sensation of openness and vulnerability settling in. Then came the most absorbent incontinence brief she owned, a necessary precaution given the circumstances. The emerald green bodysuit followed, zipped up securely. Mark then attached the timed lock, setting it for their three-hour walk. The vibrator was placed as usual, ready for Mark’s remote commands.

As they started their walk along the cliff path, the wind whipped around them, carrying the scent of the sea. Sarah felt a unique sense of freedom, mingled with a heightened awareness of her lack of control. Every slight gurgle in her stomach, every passing sensation, was now significant. She was entirely at the mercy of her own body and Mark’s awareness.

Mark walked slightly ahead, occasionally glancing back at her with a knowing smile. He didn’t need to say anything; the understanding between them was palpable. He knew the implications of the tunnel plug, the complete trust Sarah had placed in him.

As they rounded a bend, the wind picked up even more. Sarah felt a distinct sensation, a gurgling followed by the unmistakable feeling of her bowels releasing. There was no holding back, no clenching, just a natural, uncontrolled emptying into the absorbent brief. A wave of heat flushed through her, a mixture of embarrassment and intense arousal. She met Mark’s gaze, her cheeks slightly flushed. He simply nodded, a silent acknowledgment.

The wind did its job, carrying away any potential odors. Sarah focused on the feeling of the breeze against her skin, the sound of the waves crashing below, and the knowledge of what was happening within the confines of her locked bodysuit. It was a raw, primal experience, a complete surrender of a fundamental bodily function.

Throughout the rest of their walk, Sarah experienced several more instances of her bowels releasing. Each time, there was a fleeting moment of self-consciousness, quickly followed by a surge of exhilaration. She had given Mark the ultimate control, and this was the tangible result. She trusted the brief to contain everything and the wind to keep their outing discreet.

Mark occasionally activated the vibrator, adding another layer of sensation to the already intense experience. The unpredictable pulses mingled with the feeling of her body functioning without her conscious control, creating a unique and deeply arousing combination.

By the time they returned home, the three hours on the timer had elapsed. As Mark unlocked the bodysuit, Sarah felt a sense of profound satisfaction. She had pushed her boundaries further than ever before, embracing a level of control relinquishment that was both terrifying and incredibly liberating.

“That was… intense,” she said, a breathless laugh escaping her lips.

Mark held her close. “You handled it like a champ. You truly enjoy this, don’t you?”

Sarah nodded, her eyes shining. “More than you know. Giving you that control… it’s the ultimate thrill.” The windy coastline had provided the perfect backdrop for her ultimate act of surrender, a testament to her trust in Mark and her enjoyment of the exquisite loss of control.