The following story is a fantasy set at a kinky party between two consenting adults who negotiated in advance.
I enter the hall and start scanning the space. I feel a little nervous and self-conscious since I am wearing nothing but a collar around my neck. You catch my eye from across the room, and a grin spreads across your face. I can see the sadistic gleam in your eye as you excuse yourself from your conversation and approach each other from across the room. My worries instantly melt away as my focus turns completely to you.
I notice your pointed look toward the floor and immediately sink to my knees at your feet when we meet. I look up at you, adoration and anticipation written all over my face. You pet my head, tangling your fingers in my hair and tilting my head back to force me to meet your gaze.
You pat my cheek a couple of times before slapping me hard across the face. "Good pet" you muse to yourself. You hook a finger into the ring at the front of my collar and pull upwards, forcing me to stretch toward you before reaching into your pocket and pulling out a leash. You clip it onto my collar and turn sharply, walking further into the hall and assuming I will follow you... not that I have a choice.
I scramble to get up and match your brisk pace, my face turning red as I see the people around us turn and whisper as we pass them. Even if I know that they are probably admiring more than judging due to the kinky nature of the event, I still feel the rush of humiliation inherent in being paraded around as someone else's pet. The humiliation causes a dampness to spread between my legs, making me feel even more humiliated but also far more eager to please.
You stop at one of the play areas and point at one of the chairs, then at the middle of the designated space. I take the hint and move the chair to the spot you indicated. As I do so, you put down the play bag slung over your shoulder and start pulling out hanks of rope. You gesture that I should sit in the chair and I quickly obey, never taking my eyes off you.
First, you kick my legs apart, ensuring that they are lined up with the legs of the chair. Once you are satisfied, you plant your foot in my crotch and slowly push me backwards until I am pinned between the sole of your boot and the back of the chair. You give me one more firm kick before removing your foot and walking behind me.
I tilt my head back, allowing me to look into your eyes as you run your hands over my shoulders and arms. Your gaze turns sharp as you cruelly pull my arms together behind me and tie them to the back of the chair. I am careful to hold my position so you can focus on wrapping the ropes. Even when I relax into the ropes, my shoulder blades are still touching due to the tightness of my bindings.
You delicately touch my nose. "Boop!" you say with a smile as you run the tails of your rope through the loop on the back of my collar, ensuring that any efforts to struggle would also make it hard to breathe. Moving around me, you run your hand up and down my chest and stomach. You grab another length of rope and use it to secure my chest to the back of the chair and keep my arms pinned firmly in place. You pull each pass tightly, ensuring that the bindings bite into my skin and that I cannot move an inch. You finish by kissing up my shoulder blade and neck.
As you pass by my ear, you whisper to me "Put on a show, Pet" and wink before you kneel in front of me. I look behind you and see a small crowd has gathered to watch our scene.
As you start to tie my ankles to the legs of the chair, I grind my hips into the chair and pull on the rope attached to my collar, understanding that the onlookers are the ones I am putting on a show for.
"Thank you Daddy!" I whimper when you pull the rope tight. I hear a chuckle from behind you. I make eye contact with one of the audience members. He had a hungry look in his eyes. The man licked his lips when he saw that he had caught my gaze. My eyes travel up and down his body before they are drawn to the growing bulge straining against the pouch of his g-string. I ramp up my antics, audibly gasping before I throw my head back. "Thank you for putting this slut in its proper place Daddy!" I say in a breathy tone as I tilt my pussy so it is fully on display.
You finish securing my calf to the chair, yanking on my foot to ensure it is secure. You slowly run your hand up the inside of my leg. As you move further and further up my leg, you vary the amount of pressure you apply. At times touching so lightly I can barely feel it. At others, you push so hard that you will surely leave crescent-shaped marks with your fingernails. When you brush lightly I tremble, "Your teasing is torture Daddy!" I whine. When you mark me as yours with your fingernails I growl, "Push harder Daddy!" I cry.
When you reach my crotch you pause, drumming your fingers gently on the area right above my clit. I bite my lip and whimper. I look down at you with pleading eyes, silently begging you to move your fingers half an inch further down. You laugh and run your hand down my other leg, completely neglecting my aching sex. "You don't even need me to touch you to turn you on you thirsty slut, the puddle between your legs proves that!" you chuckle as you begin securing my other leg to the chair.
I cry out and start to struggle against my bonds. Despite my antics, I make sure that the leg you are currently tying doesn't move.
