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On Display Part 4 [email protected]
He continued, "Well, perhaps not IN the office, but certainly
with the office as your largest audience to date. They have been
clued as to the show which is now about to begin. The opening of
the drapes was the cue. You were the only one in the office "in
the dark" so to speak. But that is OK. YOU ARE TO BE THE STAR!!"
I am to be known to you only as "master." You will address me as
such when I allow you to speak at all."
Now it was certain. All the office staff knew exactly who was
on the bed. Who was on display. Who was to be the star of the
show! Kim noticed that the windows were quickly filling with
curious onlookers from her office. Most of them she knew and
despised. All of them despised her, and she was sure they would
enjoy the show. Well, she would show them. She would remain rigid
and unresponsive, no matter what. No man was going to get the best
of her!
Her "master" pulled Kim down on the bed until her knees rested
over the brass foot of the bed, with her lower legs dangling
unceremoniously over the edge. The chains holding her wrists to
the bed head were barely long enough to allow this amount of
stretching. And stretched she was! Her arms were absolutely
straight and spread widely out and up. Her breasts, while
impossible to flattened against her chest, were stretched to their
limits as well. She could feel her wide nipples stand erect with
anticipation. He picked up a short chain and attached one end to
her right ankle cuff and the other end to the bottom of the brass
foot of the bed. Now Kim was totally restrained.
The "crucifix" position in which she now found herself was
symbolic of the finality of her captive and vulnerable situation.
She shuddered in anticipation of the unknown that was about to
happen. He disconnected her left ankle chain, drawing her foot as
wide as he could to the left, and reattached it with another short
chain to the bottom rail of the brass foot just on the outside of
one of the smaller vertical posts. Then he released her right
ankle, and reattached it in a similar position to the right. He
added straps to her knees, binding them to the top railing and
around a vertical post of the brass foot. Her legs were not only
spread, she could not turn at all now. She was spreadeagle in an
accentuated, stretched "X" position on the bed. The wide angle of
her legs caused her skirt to ride up high on her thighs to the
point that she could no longer be sure her pussy was still covered.
At any rate, she was certain that her pussy was gaping widely now.
She could feel her cunt lips part as her legs had been widely
splayed, and could feel the moistness of her love tunnel trickle
down the crack of her ass. Her clit was throbbing for attention.
She was slowly dying of embarrassment and humiliation. She tried
to struggle, but realized that she would only add to the amusement
of the crowd. She found it hard to comprehend what might happen
next. Here she was, bound spreadeagle, barely covered at all, and
totally at the mercy of a stranger who had complete control over
her body. BUT NOT HER MIND! She MUST remain in control of her
emotions. She lied perfectly still.
"Well, Kim. It's time to get the show started. We cannot
proceed with the main instrument of the show still covered. We
must now reveal your charms to the audience so they can properly
appreciate their response during the show which is to follow."
"NOOOOOOOOOOO!!" Kim uttered, more mentally than verbally.
The only sounds that escaped from her mouth were soft mewing
sounds. She shook her head from side to side frantically, and
uselessly. He simply couldn't expose her to the office staff. But
she knew he would! She regained her composure and stiffened her
resolve, realizing that there was no way to save herself from this
indignity. But she would be stoic at any cost.
She felt his fingers behind her neck slowly undoing the
buttons of the halter top. She expected him to take down the
halter, but he did not. With the neck now undone, he left the
halter in place, still barely covering her magnificent breasts. He
then slowly began to unfasten the buttons in the front of the
dress--ever so maddeningly slowly!!--and surprisingly gently! He
did not allow the dress to fall away as he undid the buttons. He
slowly worked his way down the top of her tummy, across her navel,
down-down the lower abdomen, softly across her gaping blonde patch,
and finally to the bottom of the hem of the skirt. The dress was
now completely undone, simply lying over her as the only wisp of
protection between her bound, totally nude, and gapingly exposed
body and the onlooking throng in the office building across the
street.
"Now for the first part of the show, Kim. I am going to open
the dress completely from top to bottom and display you to the
audience as I have seen fit. When I expose you, you shall lift
your ass off the bed so that I may remove the dress from under you.
This will also give the audience a much better view of your open
cunt."
Kim was horrified at what was about to happen! But she knew
it WOULD happen!! She closed her eyes and stiffened. Suddenly,
without warning, he grabbed both sides of the front of the dress
and rapidly whisked them apart. The two halves of the chiffon
dress parted in one quick motion from her breasts to the hem,
falling from side to side, leaving all her charms suddenly totally
exposed to the protruding eyes of hundreds of office workers in one
split second.
Kim opened her eyes to stare into the faces of silently
clapping and quiet shouting from across the street. THEY LOVED HER
HUMILIATION! Then she saw IT!! A VIDEO CAMERA WITH A TELEPHOTO
LENS AIMED DIRECTLY AT HER!! A new wave of desperation came over
her! Not only was she on public display, but a video camera was
directed at her exposed cunt. Not only were her charms and
reactions to be on display, they would be recorded! The tape could
be copied and distributed for the pleasure of anyone who desired a
copy!
"SO BE IT", she thought. Defiantly, she raised her hips as
instructed, right at the camera lens. She could see the increased
demonstrations of pleasure at her predicament from the onlookers as
she pointed her gaping cunt high towards them. She felt the dress
being removed, and she slowly, provocatively lowered her hips back
to the bed and tried to relax. Once again, she remained stoic.
"Kim, I know that by nature you are in control. I shall
change that. I have already controlled your body. You WANTED me
to control your body. Now, I believe you have determined that I
WILL NOT control your mind. I shall prove you wrong. You have no
choice but to be displayed for all to see. But I will also cause
you to abandon your control over your emotions as well. You will
react to my every touch. You will thrash and scream totally out of
control. You will become a reflex animal with no concern for who
sees you or how exposed your private reactions become. I will play
your magnificent body like a fine musical instrument. The tone and
quality of the music you produce will be totally a function of
which keys I press and how I press them!"
This was the final straw. THIS, KIM COULD NOT ACCEPT. She
simply would prove him wrong!
"Resist as long as you can, Kim. It only causes me
excitement. I love training wild animals. I love playing musical
instruments. And I love an audience. Incidentally, Although you
cannot hear the audience, they can hear everything I say, and
everything you try to say. They will hear my instructions and your
responses over loudspeakers set up in the office." He looked
toward the building. "Everyone clap now."
Kim looked up and saw everyone clapping at once. How much
more humiliation could she endure? She would find out! Her
"master" moved to the side of the foot of the bed.
She felt his hands start at her left ankle and slowly move
upwards, feeling the smooth silkiness of her legs at every inch.
Kim cringed in silence. He stopped at the back of her knee and
stroked back and forth slowly, and proceeded upward toward her
outstretched crotch. She gritted her teeth against the penis gag
and closed her eyes tightly in anticipation of his hands against
her gaping sex. It did not happen! As his hands neared her most
secret parts, they left, only to return at her right ankle and
start again with the exact same motion. This time, as he neared
her privates, his hands moved to her flat, stretched abdomen, and
slowly moved from side to side upward across her navel, upper
abdomen, lower chest, closer and closer to her magnificent rose-
tipped mounds. Her breathing quickened as she began to sweat. His
hands stroked up the sides of her breasts, across the tops and
onwards, slowly up her tightly bound arms to gently touch her
fingertips. On the way down, he lightly touched and stroked her
cheeks.
She was feeling herself give way to his gentleness. She could
not believe that he didn't simply do it. She was beginning to WANT
him to just DO IT and get it over with. But he was living true to
his promise to play her like a fine instrument--slowly--gently.
But he would never gain control, she told herself, hoping she could
continue to keep the promise to herself.
As his hands left her face, they slowly moved to her milky
mounds. This time they did not avoid their target. Kim felt him
violate the sanctity of her most precious assets. His hands began
by gently stroking the sides of her breasts as before, then slowly
began to move in slow circles around their fullness, the circles
becoming smaller and smaller until he was gently stroking and
flicking directly across her nipples. The sensation was slowly
driving her to arousal in spite of her attempts to remain
insensitive. Then the hands began to gently knead the breasts,
squeezing and letting go, moving in circles, kneading and letting
go. Kim began to moan as best she could beneath the gag. Her eyes
opened and looked down as her nipples were grasped solidly between
thumb and forefinger and SQUEEZED HARD!!
"AAAAARRRRGGGGGHHHH!!" Kim tried to scream, but again, sounded
only like MEWS emerging from the gag! She struggled to get away
from the intense pain coming from her nipples. She could imagine
the pleasure felt by the audience at her torment. She looked up to
see a clapping, shouting, silent audience.
After what seemed to be an eternity, her nipples were
released, and the slow wave of the after-shock of the pain of
sudden release hit her anew. His hands slowly slid down, down
toward her sex. She knew the moment of total humiliation was at
hand. His fingers slowly slid over her blonde patch and down
between her legs.
Continued in Part V
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