Looking at my front, people must have initially thought I was just gagged and wearing a regular slingshot swimsuit. But then my girlfriend ordered me to turn to face away from the group. I felt their eyes on my body even more strongly now that I couldn’t see them.
They could see that the shoulder straps did not wrap around my neck, but terminated in cuffs. They began to understand the predicament I was in, trying to keep my nipples covered.
Just as I was turning to face everyone again, someone slowly asked “wait… where does it attach at the bottom?”