My eyes are blindfolded.
I can see nothing.
I can hear though.
The sound of a crowd.
My wrists are bound and tied above my head and my feet barely brush the floor. The manacles are not uncomfortable though.
I am also completely nude.
I hang by the wrists wondering what I have gotten myself into. There's a gentle breeze about my cock and balls that ruffles the hairs on my chest. My nipples are hard. My cock isn't.
Yet.
I'm not quite sure what's going on.
I mean, I know the gig and I've been paid well for it but being told you are going to be tied up, nude, on stage, and it actually happening are 2 different things.
There's a hush that falls over the crowd, or what I presume is the crowd.
Then a "SPANG!" as a spotlight comes on. I can see the brightness even through the blindfold but it's like it's behind me. I was blindfolded BEFORE I came on stage so I have no idea where I am or what is happening.
I hear applause.
I hear footsteps.
Slowly, methodically, they stride across the stage. They echo around the auditorium. They are coming closer. A gasp from the crowd and then I feel a whip across my arse. It's fast and barely touches me. It's pleasant more than painful. I shudder and moan as the whip cracks across my butt cheeks, again and again. I pull against the wrist restraints but to no avail.
I can't lie -- this is a massive turn on.
I am blindfolded and bound and being whipped across the arse. I can feel my cock stirring.
I hear a small whispy noise and the whipping stops.
Shame.
I was enjoying that.
The footsteps come closer, closer. They are right up to me. I feel a hand rub across my naked butt. It's nice. Then -- there's a bite!
She bit my arse!
I yelp, more in surprise than pain.
It sounds like the crowd are lapping it up.
Her hands are placed on either side of my hips. They are small hands, but firm. She spins me around so I'm facing the opposite direction. The light of the spotlight hurts a little more in this direction so I assume I am now facing the crowd.
They can see my cock!
To my delight, the audience applaud. Glad to not disappoint. Despite being turned on by the situation, some element of nerves still linger.
My cock stiffens, slightly.
I hear the footsteps tred on what sounds like wooden stairs, which makes no sense but there we have it.
Granted, not a lot of this makes sense.
Painted fingernails appear under the blindfold and in one swift motion, it is torn away. I wince slightly as the light hits my eyes but they quickly adjust.
She's beautiful.
She has blond hair, pulled back tight in a professional bun. She has small spectacles perched upon the end of her nose, and is wearing a black pant suit with a white shirt underneath. The shirt is unbuttoned around the neck, the jacket fastened with one button just below her breasts. Her black trousers are nice and tight, around her pussy and her lovely round, toned arse.
She looks me in the eye and scratches her fingernails down my chest as she walks around me. The small stairs are those movable ones found at the side of stages.
No surprise. We're on a stage.
She walks in front of me and I look at her and then beyond her.
I can't see the size of the crowd due to the lighting but it dawns on me -- I am fully nude, bound and unable to move, on stage, in front of an audience.
I feel so turned on.
I look back at the woman. She unbuttons her jacket.
One button, a quick wrist flick and its open.
I stare at her. Even through the shirt, I can see she has luscious breasts. She drops the jacket off her shoulders and straightens her arms. The jacket falls to the floor. The white shirt underneath is tight, accentuating those great tits.
Suddenly, a sprinkler activates. I panic, thinking something has gone wrong but I needn't worry. The woman stands, arms outstretched, the water soaking us.
It's part of the act.
The water drips down my body, off my face.
Off my cock.
It has soaked the woman.
The white shirt is now practically see through.
I see her fleshy, bountiful tits through the shirt.
No bra.
My cock start to judder.
The button across the breasts is under strain and I can't stop looking at her. She smiles.
For me? Or the crowd?
Question asked, question answered.
She looks me in the eyes as she reaches down and cups my balls in the palm of her left hand. She squeezes slightly and I groan in ecstasy.
She unbuttons her shirt with her right hand.
The crowd is salivating.
Her shirt falls open to reveal her soaking wet cleavage and flat belly.
Her pants are cut low so I can see her pierced belly button.
My cock judders again. I can feel it harden.
She doesn't seem to mind as I become harder in her hand. In fact, she drops her shirt over her shoulders and looks me in the eye again.
My cock gets harder still.
