##Chapter 1 - Exposed
She sat on the chair.
Her legs parted. Her arms stretched out wide.
The straps on her ankles stopped her from closing her legs.
The straps on her wrists stopped her from covering her bare breasts.
She felt her pulse pounding.
She knew her pussy was dripping.
She could feel her clit growing with every breathe.
She didn't know where he was.
The blindfold stopped her seeing him.
The music covered his movements.
Where was he?
What would he do next?
Her neck longed for his lips.
Her nipples longed for his fingers.
Her pussy longed for his cock.
Still she waited. Still she wondered.
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He prowled around the room.
His eyes focused on her.
Her naked arse on the chair - the curve of her cheeks touching the fabric.
Her erect nipples and areolas reacting to the cool air.
Her trimmed pubic hair leaving her flaps exposed, her juices glistening, her pussy swelling.
He knew he wanted her.
He knew they all wanted her.
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The cameras around the room focused on her - on her face, on her breasts, on her pussy, on her arse, on her whole body.
He knew those who paid to watch would be masturbating.
They would just have to.
Her curves. Her voluptuous breasts. Her open pussy.
They just pulled people in.
He felt his own cock growing more.
He couldn't wait to move onto the next stage.
——
She listened.
She couldn't hear where he was.
She was open and vulnerable.
She was exposed.
She was throbbing.
She was dripping.
She needed his attention.
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## Chapter 2 - Disoriented
His hand cupped her right breast.
He squeezed it tighter below slowly sliding his hand off with a final pinch of her erect nipple.
She felt the shudder through her body - her clit pulsed.
She lost him again.
She sat listening, trying to pin point where he was.
She felt the ropes around her wrists tighten as she was pulled from the chair to a standing position.
Without a sound he had shocked and disoriented her.
Now she was standing, completely exposed.
Her arms up and to the side, pulled tightly by the rope.
Her legs pulled apart and to the side, pulled tightly by the rope.
Her blindfold stopping her from seeing.
The music stopping her from hearing.
The sweet smell of jasmine covering up his smell.
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As she was jolted into the standing position, she let out a groan.
Disoriented. Exposed. Shocked.
She felt vulnerable - and yet her clit was pulsing in between her legs.
