The crowd of people sat watching the screen in the living room. They talked and chatted around her. The sounds of idle chatter and the game show were barely audible over the earplugs. She could hear the story clearly but slightly louder than the voices. The mask over her eyes prevented her from seeing what was happening around her. Occasionally she would feel their hands exploring her body, but it was always cut short by some unknown command. She was tied up and trapped in her position, and they ignored her outside those fleeting moments of contact. She was panting and just wanted to cum, but they only teased her body.
They had pulled up to the townhouse a few hours before. The people all wore masks and sat around a large central table. They greeted them as they walked in, and he took her to a back room. She had worn a simple outfit, something easy to get in and out of. His usual white box sat on the dresser, waiting for her to discover its secrets. Her Sir walked around her and began undressing her. He left small bites along her skin as he continued.
"Stay still for my pet." Was his one order to her.
He went to the box and pulled out the mask. A simple blindfold for her.
The silky fabric settled on her face, hiding the world around her. He held her hand up and placed the earplugs in her hands. Simple enough earbuds, and she inserted them herself. The soft sound of the audiobook started up. A story she had read before, the narrator started up. She liked this one, it was steamy, and she was already excited. She felt him pull her arms behind her after she had put the buds in and cuffed her hands behind her. The stiff cuffs laced from her wrists to her elbows. He next fastened a harness around her chest. The binding material conformed to her breasts and left her nipples exposed. It didn't restrict her breathing but made her keenly aware of every breath. Next, he laced a harness over her waist and around her thighs. He clipped something to it that went between her legs and over her heat. His hands teased her, and she felt him bite her collarbone as his finger traced around her mound. The leather blocks direct contact, but she can feel the ghost of his hand, and she moans in pleasure. He grips her chin, and she opens her mouth for him as he inserts the ball gag in her mouth. It clips around her head, and he ties her hair up so that it isn't the way. The last bit is her collar. The familiar texture locks around her neck, and she feels it click. He grabs the loop and leads her back into the living room.
The murmur of voices quiets as she is again led into the living room. She can hear appreciative chuckles and the heat of the peoples' bodies as they reach out and touch her. Their hands played with her nipples and explored her body. She moans as the hands caress her. The attention is both riveting and embarrassing as they continue. When they suddenly all pull away, she is panting and confused. Once again, she feels the tug at her collar and is walked forward. She can hear her Sir instruct her to climb atop the table she had seen in the center of the room. She crawls up, his hand guiding her, and she feels the cold press of the table on her legs. He helps her settle down, kneeling bound and gagged. On display for everyone present.
