Maggie Hill
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Task 9.4– Where Reality Comes True
🕑 Added 2024-01-31 15:57:09 +0000 UTCFor that brief time, I had forgotten how exposed I was while still being covered. How firm and pronounced my breasts looked being tied up. How hard my nipples were, straining against my t-shirt and how easily I could be exposed without realizing what I was doing. The feeling both scared and aroused me and made every inch of my body feel more sensitive to the predicament that Kim had put me in.
“Hey,” she put her hand on my shoulder, “did you hear what I said?”
I was too into my own thoughts as well as the others around me. Wondering what they were looking at, if they were looking at me and what they were thinking about. Each thought was darker and dirtier than the last. I thought of men undressing me with their eyes and women looking at me in disgust, maybe a few looking at me like the men did and vice versa.
“Ouch,” I felt a pinch on my hip, “what was that for?”
“You weren’t paying attention, you didn’t hear what I said, I guess I’ll have to punish you.”
Now she had my full attention and I worried what else she could possibly do to me. It was one thing punishing me at a lesbian bar far away from anyone who knew me or cared, it was another thing doing it here where we could get in trouble.
“How about I give you your hoodie back.”
I smiled thinking she was being nice and just joking with me, “but I can’t just give it back to you,” her mouth in that Cheshire grin again, “a trade.”
“A trade? I don’t have anything, what could I possibly trade?”
“Your shirt and shorts,” she scanned me up and down and grinned, “it’s not like you haven’t done it before.”
“What if I don’t?”
The vibrator turned on to maximum and wasn’t coming down, in seconds I was on the verge of another orgasm and she knew it, “Fine! Fine,” I said quitter, the first time loud enough that I worried it grabbed some attention.
“Go back to the bathroom and change,” she handed me the hoodie.
When I realized she meant back into the French pavilion and by the store, I froze in terror worried I was going to run into that guy again. My legs didn’t want to take me, not because of the vibrator which she turned to low as a reminder of what I had to do, but the fear that someone may now know. I stupidly tried to sneak in, avoid him if at all cost, but at the same time was almost curious to see him and his reaction.
Once I got to the bathroom there was a bit of a wait, there were two but people were waiting and I wasn’t given a choice to go anywhere else.
“Mmmph,” it was hard stifling little moans when the vibrations hit the right spot and even with it on low, I was still incredibly sensitive, not to the point to make me cum again but enough to really keep me turned on.
When it was finally my turn the guy in front of me had taken his time and on his way out gave me a while before leaving, wasn’t really sure what had him smiling but it gave me a creepy feeling I couldn’t shake. When I got in, I was kind of confused of the bathroom, a single person stall at a theme park of all places and the window was frosted that I could still see the shadow of the person outside made me nervous. But I didn’t have time to waste as I stripped of my shirt and shorts to just get this over with.
That’s when I saw my reflection in the mirror, my nipples looked pierced, my breasts slightly red from the pressure of the rope and how kinky and dirty I looked being all tied up like that under my clothes and how it ran up my slit. Not to mention so close from other people who had no idea what I was doing right now. It would have been different in the privacy of my home or at Kim’s place but this felt so wrong in so many ways.
With a knock startling me at the door I put on the hoodie which thankfully came to about mid-thigh. Grabbed my clothes and headed out without even thinking. I can’t believe people could be so rude to just bang on a door, especially since I had only been there a few moments. With clothes in arms, openly visible I didn’t think of the thoughts people would have as I felt more covered in my hoodie, but seeing the cast member I had before and him noticing what I was carrying made me think otherwise.
Even if he didn’t see down my shirt, now he probably knew that all I was wearing was this hoodie and nothing else, the looking on his face and the smile said it all. I quickly walked out, unable to look away from his expression and blushing at the same time, I felt like I may as well have been naked. Walking faster and the quick change made the ropes feel tighter, especially between my sensitive lips, but I tried to forget and get out of eyesight as fast as possible.
When I got to Kim, I handed her my clothes, praying she would shove them in her bag and no one else would see. With each person seeing me with them in my hands made me believe that they knew as well, that dozens of people knew I was practically naked and worse.
She just stood there and smiled, I quickly shoved my clothes at her, “please, just put them away.”
“Fine, fine,” she scanned me over again, her eyes making me feel extra exposed, “I think it’s sexier this way anyways, using one’s imagination and all.”
