Oh The Joy! Part II (revised)

It was much tighter than I imagined and took some time and discomfort. Eventually, I don’t know how, I managed to get it right through, with my testicles touching the seat. This was a new experience for me and I have to admit, it was exciting. I sat back, enjoying the new feeling of restriction and with my plug purring gently away, was getting in a state of arousal. In so doing I felt the constraint of the slats trapping my clit. I started to wonder how I would get out of this in a hurry should the need arise. The swelling was so great there was no way I could possibly pull myself free. The very thought sent a moment of fear running through me, but my excitement took over and decided to enjoy this as much as possible.
My enjoyment suddenly turned to fear. An elderly couple walking their dog entered the clearing along the path. They looked in my direction and I wondered if they could see my clit hanging below the seat. It felt like they were staring at me for ages, but was probably only a few seconds, they carried on walking. There was no hint they had noticed anything unusual. My pounding heart began to relax and considered perhaps I should try and release myself as soon as possible. But once again, my excitement took over. I turned up the vibration on my plug and could feel it through the bench as well as in my butt.
Suddenly a dog entered the clearing and seemed familiar. Next, a man followed and realised it was the one I had seen earlier in the car park. He must have been in his late thirties, about five feet eleven inches tall and an athletic figure. Quite a hunk I suppose. The dog was running free and started to head towards me. The dog approached wagging his tail, looked up at me as if to say ‘stroke me’. This I did and the man called out “Sorry love, he gets a bit friendly”. I smiled at the man and hoped he would call his dog. The man did call his dog but it stayed, I stopped stroking him but he just nuzzled closer to me. The tightness of the slats was intense. Bloody hell! How was I going to get out of this?
The man began to walk towards me and a feeling of dread came over me. If he notices what is going on below the bench he will probably call the police and have me arrested. Even with the feeling of fear, I couldn’t control my excitement of the situation.