I beckoned to her from across the room, she scooted towards me through a crowd of strangers. I ran my finger tips down her naked back playing with her pink bra strap; hot beads of sweat dampened her flesh. My hands came to rest on the waistband of her pencil skirt.
“Are you ready for this?” I asked.
“No,”
“Are you nervous?”
“Very.”
I took her hand and led her into the dungeon space. I wrapped my arms around her and held her; her cheek rested on my shoulder, her heart pounded. I slid her bra straps off her shoulders, unfastened the clasp, the bond between us was the only thing that held the garment in place. I released her, took a step back and the pink lacy bra fell into my hands. She pushed her bare chest against me. I could feel her stiff nipples poking me through my shirt. The scent of fear clung to her. I buried my nose into the nape of her neck and inhaled her natural perfume. I held the scent for a moment then unzipped her pencil skirt and slipped it down over her hips. It crumpled onto the cement floor. I leaned in and whispered in her ear.
“I need you to be brave for me.”
“Yes Sir”, she whispered
I dragged my lips over her ear lobe. She shuddered. I released her body. She stood before me wearing only a pair of pale pink panties. Her hands wrapped around her breasts, hiding what I knew everyone wanted to see. I took one wrist and wrapped a leather cuff around it. I took her other wrist and shacked it as well. Her arms returned to cover her breasts. The O-rings on her cuffs jungled. I shook my head and her arms dropped to her sides. Her cheeks blushed a deep red.
Without words I helped her onto the St. Andrew’s Cross and bound her into place – ass up. She let out a little whimper but pushed her ass out to tell me she was ready to begin.
This was not our first public scene, but it was our first public-humiliation scene in a public dungeon, with other people involved. It started a week earlier with an app called Pls Pls Me (since rebranded). The app is designed to help couples talk about every aspect of sex from kissing to BDSM or even swinging. What we found was a equal love of public nudity and humiliation.
So after talking we conceived a groundbreaking scene. Until this point, as a Dom I had a no nudity policy at our public Dungeon. Not only that, I had her wear pasties and panties, because I am a sadist and can take them away; so during all scenes, she wore at least, panties and bright red sequin stars over her nipples. That was a year ago.
So we have been mostly inactive on the public S&M scene, the few parties we attended have been small gatherings. The pasties were the first to go because we left the cap off the spirit gum. The panty requirement was bent at another party. We were in a comedown after a scene, I slipped my finger into her asshole while she was bundled up under her aftercare blanket and she removed her panties to give me more access, but the conversations we had with this app changed things.
The plan: flog her on the cross, get her head into into subspace, then follow with knife play, at the end of the scene cut off her panties. Then walk her around on her leash completely naked and she gets to talk to people and have conversations with men and women; wearing nothing but a collar and leash.
She asked for only one accommodation, her hands to be bound behind her back so she could not cover up.
The moment we walked into the club I took her shirt. She was wearing a bright pink bra, pencil skirt, panties and heels.
We arrived, I claimed the cross and set up for the scene. Then from across a crowded room I beckoned to her, she hesitated, ran away and played coy as my brat has a tendency to do, but eventually she came to my call, or I may have had to grab her by her by her hair and lead her into the dungeon. I do not remember which actually occurred.
“How are you feeling?” I asked.
Although she seemed completely at ease chatting with folks she looked up at me with those crystalline blue eyes and whispered.
“I am terrified.”
I held her and ran my fingers down her bare back. Hot beads of sweat; she was telling the truth.
I gave her a moment to collect her emotions and removed her bra. She crossed her arms over her breasts. I put leather restraints over each wrist and placed her arms at her side. My hands slid down her torso over her curvy frame and the pencil skirt fell to the floor in a heap around her ankles. She buried her face in my chest. I held her for a moment.
“You need to be brave for me,” I whispered.
“Yes Sir,” she said.
I took her hands and bound her to the St. Andrew’s Cross chest down and flogged her, once she was ready I put the flogger away and found my favorite knife. I dragged a blade over her flesh, from behind her ear, down her throat, under arms and in her armpits, down her spine, across her buttocks, thighs, calfs and ankles. It was my duty to draw every bit of fear I could from her with the blade in her backside. Then I undid her restraints and turned her around where she could see gawkers. Those who gather in any S&M club. The ones who prefers to come just to leer, but never play or the first timers who want to dip their toe in to bdsm, but do play in public. Then with my knife I sliced through the crotch of her panties and reached into her.
She was dripping.
I cut the waistband and down fell the front of her panties, revealing a whisper of her black pubic hair she had left behind at my request. The panties cling to one thigh, torn open for onlookers to see that that she had shaved that afternoon. Then I stood up and looked her in the eye. I needed her to see how much I was enjoying tormenting her; my sadistic enjoyment increases her fear. I grazed the tips of her lips with the blade and then kissed her, grazing my lips across hers and biting her bottom lip to remind her of her place. Then I dragged the knife down the nape of her neck, just behind her ear and circled her nipples with the tip of the blade.
The circles grew wider and wider until they had out grown to include her ample breasts. I dragged the knife down her stomach, over her exposed pubic mound before cutting through the final wast band on her hip and the panties fell.
The ruined garment out from between her legs. I put my knife away.
I reached into the bag for our violet wand (actual brand is Neon Wand, it has a limiter so there is no danger of electrocuting yourself).
I placed the wand on her tonge to test the shock. She yelped. I repeated the path I had followed with the knife, down the undersides of her arms and down her torso.
The shocks came over her hips and thighs. Then I spread her legs and hovered the probe over her vaginal lips now exposed to prying eyes while she squirmed and yelped; her breasts shook wildly as she tried to escape the wand.
Once she she had had enough I unfastened her arms and helped her down off the cross. Then I added a restraint which looped around her collar and used it to bind her arms behind her back.
I clipped the leash on her collar and walked her around the dungeon to talk to people. At first it was to a few people in the know, then their was our friend K. An old leather queen who who holds court. K was in on it, but she did not know this. As she shuffled past he he an audience of newbys he was courting. Not only did he introduce her to half a dozen strangers but he welcomed her and seemed to but her at ease although a blush hung on her olive skin. I upped the anti by sharing with the audience that our one rule while she was on her naked walk was my hands were allowed anywhere on her body. I demonstrated my placing my hands on her hips. I began to drag my finger tips over her thighs and pubic mound. Her blush deepened as the strangers watched. I dipped a finger into her to test her excitement. Then I placed my riding crop into her mouth and told her to hold it while I cleaned up the cross.
I walked away and saw the crop tumble to the floor.
“Pick it up,” I said.
“How?” She asked.
“I don’t care,” I said.
She lifted one leg and picked the crop up between her toes and placed it in her hands. I took the crop from her and placed a fresh one in her mouth and grabbed her leash.
“Say good bye to the nice people,” I said.
“Goobyyy,” she said with the crop in her mouth. I walked her over to a heavy leather sex swing that we had never used, removed her restraints and helped her into it. I put each leg into a stirrup and looked down at her splayed open before me. I eased her with the crop before inserting a finger into her. More than anything I wanted to drop my pants and fuck her in that swing…not yet. Savor the moment I told myself. All things in good time. I exercised patience and teased her but did not allow her to orgasm. I helped her from the swing and had her clean up before we left.
I forced her to strip naked on the ride home and played with her as we drove. In the end I stripped down as well and had her touch me. When we got home we both walked into the house completely naked. We barely made it to our room before attacking each other.
Last night she told me she loved walking naked through the space. Even though it was extremely embarrassing she loved how every conversation she had, men 100% looked her directly in the eye without question. We are going to do this again.
Source: reddit.com/r/gonewildstories/comments/cevpre/m_knifesrestraints_and_a_naked_embarrassed_woman
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