My breath rose to a panic. I looked over at Him, suddenly remembering after the shock that this was His doing, His wish to test my limits, His wish to display me as His toy. His eyes were fevered and hot, His gaze moving from my own to my suspended and occasionally squirming body to the crowd of people watching. I couldn’t suppress a whimper, and I saw a grin twitch at the corner of His mouth and His eyes. A maelstrom of paradoxical shame and pride and need drew me down into crushing depths.
He had wanted this. He had done this to me. My clit pulsed with impossible fire. I could practically see it in third person as my squirming brought the knot tantalizingly, threateningly close. I was getting wetter and wetter. It would be so simple to…
No! Oh god, be good! No! I really was–I was going to–My heart was in my throat. My heart was everywhere. Every set of eyes burned me and simultaneously ceased to exist as the heat spread through my entire body. I felt an unstoppable shiver come over me, and the resulting movement of the knot between my legs was too much for me to bear. A quivering moan escaped from me as I collapsed inward upon myself, and I felt my body tense like a bowstring and then slacken in the ropes.
There was a mental reprieve of mere moments as I simply hung there panting into the suede gag, but soon His voice sliced across the makeshift stage, blade-like, metallic, and laced with discernible amusement. “You just came, didn’t you, you filthy little whore, you think I didn’t notice?”
I was practically shaking under His verbal public spanking, and for a second I was almost sure I would cum again. There was no use in containing myself anymore. They had all seen, they all knew now. I was His plaything.
He stepped beside my suspended body and faced the crowd. “You all saw it, didn’t you?”
“Oh, we saw it,” jeered a female voice. I turned to see a woman with medium length, brightly dyed strawberry red hair, blunt and straight, with bangs in the same manner. She wore a latex catsuit, and her matching thin, strawberry lips were twisted into a cruel, wide smile.
“I certainly saw it,” came the agreement from a man in a dark suit near her, perhaps the most formally dressed one there.
A general buzz of affirmative noises followed as He turned back to me, and I found myself looking up plaintively into His plotting, maniacal gaze. God, how was I supposed to regain control of myself when He looked at me like that?
He reached out and took my chin in His hand. I could have melted my way out of the ropes.
“You know that you’re going to be punished for that.”