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On Display: Taken On Stage While Sir Watches
(Traci Wilde)

I yanked hard on the bounds holding my arms stretched up high overhead, the rope digging into my wrists, the pressure on my shoulders growing painfully sharper as I fight. 



I hear people in the audience snickering, and I shivered ??" I couldn't believe I was standing on stage like this, arms stretched overhead, wrists bound, as I hung, my feet barely touching the floor.



I shuddered, nervous, scared, and wanting oh-so-much for Tim to be there, next to me, touching, kissing. I was mortified at standing there like this, before dozens ??" maybe hundreds -- of strangers, vulnerable to whatever the magician and his assistant might do to me. Mortified, yet strangely...aroused. 



More than aroused. I was craving...something. Anything. I wanted this man, this stranger, and his assistant to strip me, to embarrass me, to use my body for their show, bringing who knows what sort of sensations and feelings from inside me ??" though I had to wonder what else could be done to me, what other sensations I could experience, what was left after the past twenty-four hours.



Tim and Tina had used my body as their personal sexual playground, bringing pleasure, pain, shame, embarrassment, desire for more??"no, an intense burning for more ??" taking me to the edge of climax so many times, denying me that completion, tormenting me in ways I'd never imagined possible.



And now here I am, on display, an audience of dozens ??" if not hundreds ??" of people watching, waiting, and it's scary, it's humiliating, yet I don't care. I realize in that moment all I want is to please Tim and Tina ??" well, Tim much more so, while with Tina I'm mostly just concerned about running afoul of her rules. In little more than twenty-four hours have I become a true submissive, bending my own will to theirs? Is this how this BDSM stuff works?



Or have I just experienced true sexual joy for the first time ??" freedom to do and be nothing more than a sexual being for a time, without regard to what might be said or thought or done. Maybe that's it, maybe I just have years of frustration and horniness built up and I don't care what they do to me, so long as I have the chance to experience these incredible, sensual highs.



I feel lips press against mine, hands playing along my shoulders, fingers slipping under the spaghettis straps that barely hold my dress up. I have no idea who is touching me ??" I'm blindfolded, my vision black. 



My breath catches in my throat, I feel my heart kick up another notch, and I wonder who's touching me, who's in the audience watching ??" surely not anyone I know: Then again, I would never have guessed Tim and Tina to be in this strange, perverted lifestyle. I feel conflicted...I have no idea who's there, touching, feeling, kissing. I think it's the magician's assistant who's kissing me ??" her lipstick has the taste of cherry and cinnamon. Is it the magician who's running his hands along my shoulders ... pulling on the dress straps?



He yanks hard, and one strap tears. 



He laughs into my ear, so quietly I'm certain the audience doesn't hear, his voice a rich, velvety baritone. My body shudders as his fingers play across my shoulders ??" oh my god, I could lose it right here, with just a touch between my legs. I feel his fingers wrap around my other strap, a yank, and it's gone. 



The woman kissing me pulls away, moving aside I assume, as my dress falls from my body and I stand, bound, blindfolded, nude (except for this tight, painful little thong I'm wearing), as the audience gasps.