You're spread out naked on a table as a presenter exhibits you to a room of people. They describe your body explicitly and talk about you like an object of curiosity, and the audience stares, intrigued. The presenter begins to stimulate you, remarking on your reactions. They pinch your nipple, and they remark on how when they do that, your nipples get hard, blood flows to your pussy, and your pussy starts to get wet to prepare for penetration. They say that these are all signs of sexual arousal, and you feel yourself blush.
They brush their gloved finger ever so gently along your wet pussy, flicking your clit, and explain that when they do that, you become more aroused, and that's why you're breathing faster and squirming a little. As they say this, you try to keep still.
The whole time they're doing this, you can feel the audience's eyes on you, and the air against your naked skin. You feel yourself involuntarily exhibiting all of the reactions the presenter is listing - hair standing on end, your heartbeat in your pussy, shakes, twitches, involuntary gasps or slight moans. Every time they predict a reaction and then force your body to do it, you feel more and more like a thing made for their amusement. But your pussy is so wet and you're desperate to be touched, even though it's so embarrassing to be put on display like this, moaning and writhing in front of all these people.
The last demonstration of the exhibit is showing them what it looks like and sounds like when you orgasm. Assistants step in to help with this step. Two begin to suck on your tits, flicking your nipples with their tongues. You moan involuntarily, writhing on the table. One lubes up a dildo and slides it into your pussy, pumping in and out of you excruciatingly slowly. Your eyes rolls back and your mouth gapes open, but you try to stifle your moans and resist the urge to touch yourself. In between gasps, you beg them to stop, not to make you cum in front of this room of strangers. But then one assistant begins to pump your swollen clit between their fingers, and within a few seconds you're screaming, unable to control yourself. The audience sits forward in their seats at this spectacle. You writhe and scream, shaking from the intensity of the orgasm, and as the come-down starts, you feel the dozens of eyes watching you and you want to crawl into a hole and disappear. You didn't want to cum in front of all these people, really. You just couldn't help it, it was so much. You didn't enjoy it, right?
The audience is amazed. They'll definitely tell all their friends about this fascinating new exhibit. Those friends will definitely buy tickets to the show tomorrow night. And the next. And the next...
Going to a party where you know a strip game is going to be played, so you get a shower, shave, do your hair and makeup all nice, and make sure you'll look good if you lose. You're a bit nervous, but you're hoping to have some fun tonight. The game starts and at first everything seems normal, but soon the cards that are being dealt are getting more and more unlikely. You're no card-counter, but you're pretty sure you've been dealt two queens of hearts at this point. Everyone is looking at you a bit too quickly when it's your turn, and you start to notice a big difference in the amount of clothes everyone else has on and the amount of clothes you have on. Rotten luck, you guess. Or maybe you just play badly when you're drunk.
When you remove the last article of clothing, everyone else is still either fully dressed or only down to their underwear. No one is naked but you. Everyone rags on what a bad player you are and you laugh. The next round is played and you lose again. How does this keep happening?? You put your hands up and joke that you have nothing else to take off. Someone proposes that once someone has stripped everything off, they have to take a shot each time they lose. Fair enough, you suppose. You take a shot, even though you're already solidly drunk. Next round, you lose again. You say you don't wanna go crazy on the alcohol tonight, so they propose that if you can't drink, you'll have to do something else. They start giving you dares. It's now just assumed - by you and by them - that you'll lose every round. The first dare is to give the guy to your left a lap dance. The second is to make out with the girl to your right. The third is to touch yourself for 10 seconds in front of the group. As the last few drinks - and that last shot - kick in, your brain is getting fuzzier and fuzzier, and, even though the dares are embarrassing, you're just getting hornier and hornier. By this point you've fully realized this whole thing was rigged from the start, and there was no other way this night could have ended except for you being naked and drunk and horny, doing whatever they tell you to. You might as well enjoy yourself...
They make you spend the whole day naked while they just go about their day normally. They want easy access, they want it to be easy to push your buttons. They stare at you as you walk around, their eyes hungry. When you're doing dishes, they come up behind you and pull you into them, their hand reaching around to touch you. You melt into them for a few blissful seconds before they stop and go back to making themselves a snack. They know exactly what they're doing, leaving your pussy throbbing and wet, scattering your brain so you can barely remember what you were doing. When you're on the couch reading a book, trying to distract yourself, they spread your knees and start to eat you out. You drop the book and fall back, your head lolling back with pleasure, but they stop again after a few seconds. They sit down on the couch next to you, laughing as you writhe with frustration, and turn on a movie. They place their hand far up on your bare thigh, just inches away from your exposed pussy, and you twitch with anticipation, but then they don't move for 10 minutes. You keep trying to subtly squirm so that their hand is closer, but they keep their hand where it is. They'll tease you like this for the whole day, and you'll get unbearably desperate for them to touch you, but you can be patient. You'll let them tease you until you can't focus on anything. Until you can't even form sentences anymore. Until all you can do is lie on the bed squirming and waiting for them to come fuck you. Because you know that at night, once they've gotten you so horny that the slightest brush against your skin sends you into shivers, and they've scrambled your brain until all you can think about is your throbbing pussy and them fucking it, they'll finally fuck you. And it'll be so overwhelming that it takes you over completely, and you'll be glad they teased you for so long, and you'll know they only did it because they want to make you feel good.
when they tell you to say something over and over like "im a desperate slut who needs to be fucked" as they eat you out, and even though you're trying to keep saying it you can't keep from moaning and gasping and pretty soon no matter how hard you try you can't even say words anymore and all that comes out is pathetic moans and whimpers...
When they've been teasing you for what feels like hours and you're so desperate and horny and stupid that you can barely control your moans anymore, so they cover your mouth with their hand, and since they're muffling the sound you stop trying to stifle it as much, but then they suddenly take their hand away and you accidentally moan REALLY loud, and after you hear how pathetic you sound they slam their hand back on your mouth and make fun of you for how much of a stupid fucking slut you are
They take you to the store and make you their little doll in the frozen aisle. Thanks to the collar, there's nothing you can do to stop them - or anyone else who happens to walk by.
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After that first command, they've mostly left you alone, although the constant knowledge that they could take control of your body again is exhilarating. Every time they come in the room, you get a flutter in your stomach, wondering if now is the time they'll activate the collar again, and what they'll make you do. But so far, you've just been going about your day pretty normally. It's embarrassing to admit to yourself that you're a bit disappointed. As much as this is supposed to be a punishment, you were kind of hoping for them to force you to give them a lap dance at least. Something fun. In an effort to get them worked up, when you got ready for the day you put on your favorite crop top and their favorite miniskirt of yours. But so far, nothing.
Around noon, they walk to the door and put on their shoes. "We should go to the store. We need groceries."
You look up from your spot on the couch. "Right now?"
"Yeah, come on, let's go."
You stand up, but don't walk to the door just yet. "With the collar on?"
They hold their wrist up, dramatically pretending to check a non-existent watch. "Well, let's see, we're only... three hours into your twenty-four hour punishment, so, yeah, with the collar on." They grab their keys and grin with a bit too much excitement. "Come on, get your shoes on, let's go!"
As you walk to the door and put your shoes on, you feel your heart rate go up just a bit, and you get a slightly shaky feeling in your stomach. Is it nerves? Are you nervous about what they might make you do in a public place? Or are you eager?
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Once they park the car, your anticipation has been building for far too long, and you blurt out, "Are you gonna make me strip in the snacks aisle or something?"
They laugh and shake their head. "No, I won't make you strip in the snacks aisle."
"The baking aisle, then?" You press, your suspicion only growing.
"No, no," they grab the grocery list and get out of the car, "I won't make you strip, I promise."
Well, that's a relief, at least. As you follow them into the grocery store, you start to regret your choice of outfit. You definitely aren't dressed in a very "going to the grocery store" style, and you're drawing a few glances in the parking lot, but you tell yourself it's just your imagination.
You go through the produce section, the baking section, and the dairy section with no incident. You're starting to suspect that they really did just want to go to the supermarket with no ulterior motives, until you get to the frozen section. It's pretty cold, especially for the skimpy outfit you're wearing, and by the time you get to the ice cream, you're shivering just a bit. "Are you cold?" They walk up behind you and wrap their arms around you, pressing your back into them. "Wow, you are cold!" They rub your upper arms to warm you up.
"Oh, thanks," you laugh, "Maybe I should have grabbed a sweater."
"Or maybe you shouldn't have worn such a slutty outfit just to try to get to me," they whisper into your ear. Another shiver runs down your spine, but not from the cold. "I did notice, by the way. But now look at you. You're... well, you're frozen."
You feel the slight buzzing under your skin, and you realize with a hint of panic that they're using the collar. But when your arms and legs don't start to move on their own, you're momentarily confused. You try to turn to look at them, wondering if the collar is malfunctioning, but your head doesn't move. You can't move at all. They're using the collar to hold you frozen in place. You try to speak, but your mouth won't open and your vocal folds won't contract. All you can do is stand there, breathing, waiting for another command.
"Did it work?" They let go of you and walk around to your front. "Let's see..." They take your right hand and lift it up a bit. It stays where they moved it, and you are unable to move it back. They smile. "My little doll."
You feel your face flush and your pussy start to throb. Feeling their eyes on you while you stand there helpless... this is what you've been waiting for since this morning.
They take your hand again and move it up and down, just enjoying getting to manipulate you. "What to do with you now?" They wonder aloud. They slowly move your hand toward the waistband of your skirt. "Should I make you touch yourself?" they whisper. You feel your hand sliding under the waistband of your skirt, then your underwear. "Put your hand on your pussy and make you stand here, wanting desperately to move, but unable to do anything to help yourself?" You desperately want to look around, see if anyone can see you, but you still can't move. They must be thinking the same thing, because with a quick glance both ways down the frozen aisle, they pull your hand out of the waistband. "Maybe not here."
They walk back behind you, and for a moment you have no idea what they're doing. Then they wrap their arms around your waist and pull your ass back a bit, pressing their pussy against you. You're now slightly bent over, and your heart rate spikes. How long will they keep this up? Someone could come by any second!
"I actually really like this outfit," they say, "It's adorable. There are honestly only a few things I'd change about it." You feel them hike your miniskirt up a bit - but a bit is a lot when it comes to this skirt. You know that, especially bent over, if this skirt is hiked up it doesn't take much effort to see everything. "Hm. Not quite." They hike it up a bit more so that it's sitting on your bellybutton, right below your ribs. You know that your ass is definitely showing in the back, but to your relief, you can see your reflection in the glass doors of the frozen aisle, and at least your pussy isn't exposed. You're panicking about being seen like this, but you can also feel yourself getting wet, and your legs getting weaker.
"That's better," they whisper. "And once you dress your doll, all that's left..." they press their hand against your back, "is to pose it." They gently push your back down, so that you're bending over at a 90 degree angle, legs straight, arms bent. You hear them step back to admire their handiwork. You know that at this angle, anyone behind you can see directly up your skirt. You hope that it's not obvious through your underwear how wet you are, but they dash those hopes immediately by saying "I'm glad to see you're enjoying this as much as I am." You can hear the smirk in their voice, and your face gets hot.
They walk around to your front again and open the freezer door. They put your left hand up and wrap it around the handle, holding the door open, and they put your right hand on your thigh. They press your knees together, and they gently tilt your chin up a bit so that you can see in front of you. "You just take a minute. Look at that bottom row of ice cream and decide which one you want. I'll be back."
No no no don't leave! You hear their footsteps departing. You're so stupid, how could you not see this coming?? Up until the very last moment you had no idea where they were going with this, and you couldn't put the pieces together until you were completely bent over, basically flashing your pussy to the whole fucking store. Idiot. You try to console yourself, thinking that maybe no one will come by. It's just after noon, after all, not an overly-popular time to go to the store, right?
You wait as calmly as you can, frozen in this ridiculous position and listening intently to the sounds of the surrounding aisles. You can barely hear anything over the hum of the freezers. The cold air of the freezer is blowing gently over your skin, and you feel your nipples get hard through your shirt as all of your hair stands on end, trying to keep you warm. Despite the cold, you can still feel an unbearably warm flush spread through your face, chest, and even your arms - full body embarrassment. How long will they leave me standing like this??
It doesn't take long before you hear footsteps coming down the aisle. To your dismay, you know from the sound that those footsteps do not belong to your mistress. You're now sweating with the intensity of the humiliation, your heart is going crazy as the strange footsteps approach, but you can't deny that your pussy is practically soaked, and your legs have begun to shake. The only thing more humiliating than being forced to stand here like this is knowing how much it turns you on.
The footsteps stop behind you, and you can feel someone's eyes burning into you. They pause for a good minute. You try desperately to stand up, to say something, to move in any way, but the collar stops every voluntary signal dead in its tracks. What are they doing? Just staring? Fantasizing about what they'll do to me? Why can't they just leave?
Behind you, you hear two words, spoken softly and derisively: "Fucking slut."
You feel another surge of adrenaline to your hands and another surge of blood-flow to your pussy. When will Mistress come back?? This is unbearable! I didn't choose to be posed like this, I can't help it! But you know you did. You didn't directly choose to stand like this, but you chose to be so much of a desperate slut that you couldn't control yourself, and that made them put the collar on you. This is what you deserve. This is, if you're being honest, what you really want.
Another jolt of adrenaline comes as you feel a hand - a strange hand, definitely not that of your mistress - gently trace your swollen clit through your underwear. An involuntary shudder runs through you. "Holy shit," the voice laughs, "where did you come from? A perfect little whore, just waiting for someone like me to come along?"
Everything in you screams at you to move, but the collar is far too strong. There is nothing you can do.
You feel the stranger push your underwear aside, sliding their finger along your wet pussy towards your clit. Right as they reach your clit, the collar's feedback stops, and you accidentally let out a pathetic squeak. Having control of yourself again, you straighten up suddenly and slam the freezer door.
"Excuse me," you hear your mistress's voice from down the aisle, "that's mine."
You turn around to see your mistress walking calmly down the aisle with an amicable smile on their face. The stranger behind you takes a step back and stammers out, "Oh, I'm - um - I'm sorry, I didn't, uh - I didn't realize -"
"No worries. It's perfectly understandable," your mistress cuts them off as they reach the two of you, "Pathetic sluts are meant to be used. This one is just being used by me. But thank you for pressing its buttons. It was very enjoyable to watch."
The stranger, clearly baffled and embarrassed, retreats, leaving you alone with your mistress again. They grin at you and adjust your skirt back to where it was. "Wow, your face is all red, your legs are shaking, you're sweating... I'll assume you had as fun a time as I did watching you."
You open your mouth to reply, but they continue, taking your arm in theirs and walking you towards the checkout. "Anyway, you're probably still freezing! Let's go home and get you warm."
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I'm writing this story in a series, and this is the second part, so stay tuned! You can find it all under the tag "spectacle series remote control"
I wanna make suspension content so baddd!! Being tied up is great, but being tied up mid-air?? Where there's no surface beneath you to use for leverage to resist? You're just hanging there, legs spread, arms bound, where anyone can do anything to you?? God that's good
I want to just hang there, helpless, as a room full of people takes turns teasing me, laughing at me as I beg for someone - anyone - to fuck me, taking turns seeing what kind of pathetic noises they can make me make by touching different parts of me. I can twist around, try to pull my pussy away to stop the teasing, but I have no leverage, and all it takes is for one person to hold the ropes still so that I can't move at all, and then anyone can step up and fuck me senseless and there's nothing I can do.
ugh when i get high it takes absolutely nothing to make me so horny i can't control myself. like it's straight up dangerous lol. if i get too high at a party, and my partner just teasingly brushes her fingers along my thigh, i go from zero to 100 so fast. i fantasize about her giving me a really strong edible and taking me to a party, and when she sees my eyes start to get red and notices me laughing louder and more, she just gently brushes her hand across my pussy over my clothes. my clit starts throbbing immediately, and before i can even realize what's happening im soaking wet and almost shaking from desire. she leans over and whispers that if im a good little slut i'll stand up and take off my clothes for her. i realize what's going on, and i try to protest. i whisper back (way louder than i think i'm being because i can't control the volume of my voice when im high) and i beg her not to do this now because im high and i dont know what i'll do. she's making me so horny and i dont want to do something humiliating because im horny and stupid. she whispers back that she can't believe im such a slut i can't take a little teasing without stripping naked and begging to be fucked. she says if i want more i'll do whatever she says. i know i shouldnt because there are all these people here, but im so high that i can't control myself and i stand up and start to strip for her. everyone's staring at me and can't fucking believe what's happening, and i know i'll die of embarrassment remembering this later, but right now i just desperately need her to fuck me, i'll do anything for it. before i know it im standing in the middle of the party naked and so fucking high and so fucking horny, and everyone is just staring in shock. she tells me to straddle her and i do. she pulls me in, grabbing my ass and shoving her tongue down my throat. she flips me over so i'm laying on the couch, legs spread and already shaking. she traces her finger against my clit and i tremble, unable to contain my moans even though i can feel everyone's eyes on me. i can't help but thrust my clit into her hand, desperate for more, but she pulls her hand away, always keeping it just barely on my pussy. she makes fun of me for how horny and pathetic i am, and i feel so unbearably humiliated but that only turns me on more, and i can't stop it. everyone is just staring in shock as i get more and more horny until ive turned into a dumb slut who can't think of anything but being pleasured, thrusting against her hand and begging for more in front of everyone. i could just push her away and get up and put my clothes back on and leave, but when im so horny i can't do anything until she lets me cum. i beg her to let me cum so the humiliation can end, but she doesn't want that. she keeps me soaking wet and pathetic, squirming and moaning on the couch for hours, and then she finally tells me ive been a good slut and she thinks i deserve to cum. at first im so grateful, but then i realize the only thing that could humiliate me more than this is being forced to cum in front of all these people, moaning and screaming and twitching with pleasure. I beg her not to make me cum in front of all these people, but she wont stop and the pleasure is just rolling over me in waves, making me feel more drunk and high than i already am. i weakly try to push her hand away, but she grabs my wrists and shoves them against the couch, and im helpless as she pumps my swollen clit in and out of her fingers. the orgasm overwhelms me, and im screaming and writhing against her hand, my clit twitching with oversensitivity as she continues to pump my clit. i know i'll regret all of this later, but the weed and the alcohol makes me so horny that i'm already needing more even though my clit is so sensitive from the first orgasm. i know i'll be pinned here begging to be fucked and doing whatever she tells me all night. and now everyone else at the party is also getting ideas about what they might want me to do on this second round...
