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was kind enough to offer themselves up for some play. This wasp body didn't turn out the way I had hoped, but what can you do? I hope you enjoy my goofy and outlandish titles from this point forth. I refuse to leave things untitled or make it bunch of numbers. How the hell will I find bee-theme navel torture if it isn't labeled?

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Perhaps joining a wasp themed cult wasn't the best idea. For his initiation he had expected to get stung on the arm or coating in honey, but being tied to a bed didn't seem to make sense. Markings were traced on his bare belly, honey drizzled in his navel, and he was left in an empty room. Maybe it was an endurance or patience test? Suddenly, there was a low hum. It progressively got closer until he could tell it was a buzzing sound. From a vent in the ceiling came a massive wasp. Its abdomen alone was the size of his hand. It carefully lowered itself down and landed on his belly. In tickled his skin with its antenna as in searched his belly. He held his breath. It turned around a few times until it brushed over the paint left on his belly. Poking around more, it briefly stuffed its head into his navel and licked up the honey. A sensation that tickled, but he was far to scared to move in fear of it getting aggressive. After a minute of that, it turned around and pointed its abdomen at his navel. It backed up and lightly sat it on the lip of his navel. This didn't seem so bad. That is until he felt a sharp stab in his navel. He gasped and groaned. The wasp shifted itself and in the process of doing so wiggled the stinger that was lodge in his navel. He winced and held his breath. A fiery sensation spread rapidly through his body and a tingling sensation left in its wake. What the hell was going on?!

Description

was kind enough to offer themselves up for some play. This wasp body didn't turn out the way I had hoped, but what can you do? I hope you enjoy my goofy and outlandish titles from this point forth. I refuse to leave things untitled or make it bunch of numbers. How the hell will I find bee-theme navel torture if it isn't labeled?

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Perhaps joining a wasp themed cult wasn't the best idea. For his initiation he had expected to get stung on the arm or coating in honey, but being tied to a bed didn't seem to make sense. Markings were traced on his bare belly, honey drizzled in his navel, and he was left in an empty room. Maybe it was an endurance or patience test? Suddenly, there was a low hum. It progressively got closer until he could tell it was a buzzing sound. From a vent in the ceiling came a massive wasp. Its abdomen alone was the size of his hand. It carefully lowered itself down and landed on his belly. In tickled his skin with its antenna as in searched his belly. He held his breath. It turned around a few times until it brushed over the paint left on his belly. Poking around more, it briefly stuffed its head into his navel and licked up the honey. A sensation that tickled, but he was far to scared to move in fear of it getting aggressive. After a minute of that, it turned around and pointed its abdomen at his navel. It backed up and lightly sat it on the lip of his navel. This didn't seem so bad. That is until he felt a sharp stab in his navel. He gasped and groaned. The wasp shifted itself and in the process of doing so wiggled the stinger that was lodge in his navel. He winced and held his breath. A fiery sensation spread rapidly through his body and a tingling sensation left in its wake. What the hell was going on?!