I’d had guys stare at me and examine me at my parties, but nothing like this. You’d think these dudes had never seen a naked girl before. To be fair, even at strip clubs they probably didn’t have the opportunity to just look at a girl who was not just naked and there to be stared at, but who was utterly immobile as well.
Some of the guys had no problem with telling me what was on their minds.
“I bet you love sucking dick with that pretty little mouth,” a guy with an “Ask me About My Rope” ball-cap told me.
There were two guys who spent a lot of time staring at me from across the aisle, and having some sort of debate. Finally, one of them came over and stood right in front of me, then bent down. He bent over so far that I half-expected him to fall over. Twisting his head, he stared at the underside of my boobs. He was so close that I could feel his warm breath on them, and if I hadn’t been ball-gagged at that point, I probably would have tried to convince him to lick and suck my nipples.
Straightening up, he nudged his buddy, who had joined him, and said, “Huh, ok, they look real to me.”
He took a twenty-dollar bill out of his wallet and gave it to his friend. They walked off, the toupee guy seeming happy despite being twenty dollars poorer.
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After the first hour, Damon and the only other girl at our booth, she of the fully-covered body, walked over to me.
Damon said to her, “I want to show off more of our rope. Let’s tie up her boobs.”
The girl was a tall, thin brunette, dressed just like the guys all were, in Roped Up polo’s and slacks. According to her badge, her name was Shari, and she looked to be just fine with this new task from Damon.
Trying not to sound excited, she said, “Ok, cool. I think the 550 paracord is perfect for that application. How tight do you want…”
Damon, looking somewhat distracted, waved off her question before it even finished. Before she could try and ask him again, he headed off to deal with some other booth situation.
“Ok, I guess I’ll figure that out on my own,” she said to his retreating back.
She looked at my boobs with a critical eye.
“Wow, you are a titsy bitch, aren’t you?” she muttered. “These will tie up nice.”
She selected a length of bright green paracord from the table. Holding one end against the side of my boob, she made an initial tight wrap around the base. The paracord, being much smaller in diameter than the ropes I was used to being tied up with, dug into my boob, and I made a little “ummm” noise into the ball gag.
“Oh, come on,” she said, “that’s not even tight yet.”
She made two more turns around my boob. She drew each one a little tighter than the one before, the paracord having enough friction against itself that each wrap stayed as tight as she was pulling them. Once the first boob had a few wraps around it, she drew the rope across to my other boob and gave it the same treatment. With a sharp pair of shears, she cut the extra rope off, leaving herself just enough to do a couple of twists around the taut piece of rope that ran between my boobs, making the rope tidy and securely fastened.
My breasts now formed tight globes, protruding quite dramatically due to my pulled-back arms, which had thrust my chest out a fair amount to begin with. Shari gave each one a squeeze, testing how firm the ropes had made them, and gave a little “hmmm” noise with each painful squeeze.
“Hope that’s how tight Damon wanted them,” she said, giving me a bright smile. She gave my left boob one more squeeze, then went back to handing out Roped Up pens to the masses gathering up booth freebies.
The people that came by the booth now seemed to spend a little more time staring at me than they did before, and more of it was spent staring at my boobs, versus my exposed pussy. I guess most of them had seen a girl’s pussy before, but few of them had seen a girl’s boobs tied up. Tied up in-person, that is. And even if they had, they probably weren’t tied up quite as tightly as Shari had tied mine. I loved it when I could do something slutty and turn them on.
They had just started to go from red to the slightest hint of purple when Damon came by to see how things were going. He knew about the “no purple boobs” rule that we had added due to previous clients getting a little carried away, and he told one of the booth guys to untie them.
The attendees that were watching as my tightly-bound boobies were set free got to hear me moaning loudly into the ball-gag as the blood rushed back into them, something else I bet they’d never seen in person.
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The color of my boobs had long since returned to normal when Damon came by again.
He said pensively, “I’ve been watching how people look at you. I know you aren’t, like, glaring at them or anything, but I think some of them feel a little awkward that you can look back at them while they look at you. Let’s add a blindfold.”
A moment later Shari came over and handed him a very nice looking, bright red blindfold. He placed it over my eyes, with the elastic band securing it firmly to my head. I could see little slivers of light at the bottom, but that was it.
“Going to have Shari make you shinier, too,” he said quietly.
I had no idea what that meant, but a minute later I jumped as hands touched the tips of my breasts.
“Sorry if this is cold,” Shari said.
Her hands were slick with some sort of light oil, and she spent more time applying it to my nipples than was strictly necessary, before she moved on to cover the rest of my boobs. Then she worked her way up each arm, gently rubbing and caressing me in a way that was more sensual than sexual. She even did my back, despite only my front really being visible. I’m not sure if that was for her, or for me, but I certainly enjoyed it.
My upper body covered, she moved to my legs, working her way up from my ankles, then my butt. She trailed a finger teasingly between my ass cheeks, and I expected her to slip her well-lubricated finger into my asshole, but she just teased around it. I was quietly moaning by the time her fingers traced along my hips, and around to my pubic mound. She took her time applying oil to my pussy lips, and I was sure that we had drawn a pretty good audience, but the blindfold kept me from seeing if that was true or not.
My quiet moans became loader as she slid a couple of her slender fingers into me, and worked them around for a few seconds before withdrawing.
“Sorry, I just couldn’t resist,” she whispered in my ear, “you have such a cute little pussy.”
I moaned again — out of frustration this time — at the sudden loss of her sensual touching and rubbing.
Shari said, “There you go, all shiny.”
My level of excitement faded after a few minutes, but my frustration never did go away completely. Travel always made me extra horny, but after today, I was positively going to pounce on Eric when I got back to our hotel room!
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Even though I have always liked watching people’s reactions to my body, being blindfolded appealed to my exhibitionistic streak in a different way. Not knowing who was looking at me was hot. I was imagining guys getting so excited that they started wanking their cocks right there in the aisle. Then, they’d overpower Knuckles, and have their way with my bound and helpless body right here on the show floor.
Ok, yeah, I knew that wasn’t going to happen, but it was a fun little fantasy to occupy myself with as I hung there on display. It’s not like I could read a book. Hmm, for tomorrow, I should see if Damon would be ok with me listening to an audiobook on my wireless earbuds…
Some of the guys were less inhibited since I couldn’t see them, and I got some even more explicit remarks, some of which sent shivers of excitement straight to my pussy.
“Bitch, just bought a lot of rope to get to fuck you, so you better be worth it.”
“Coming to your party, and can’t wait to get my hands on those titties.”
“You noisy when you’re getting fucked? Going to make you squeal, bitch.”
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“Time to take your blindfold off.”
I recognized the voice, it was one of the booth dudes, and I blinked at the sudden light as my blindfold was removed.
He shrugged, and added, “Damon decided that too many people are getting a ‘kidnapped girl’ vibe and are a little put-off. He figures it’s better to just live with some of them being embarrassed because you can see them staring at your cooch.”
I felt a little disappointed at having it off, it had been tantalizing now know who was looking at me, and half-expecting to feel a sudden touch from a guy heedless of Knuckle’s wrath. Or maybe some more soft touches from Shari…
Oh well, at least I could resume my people-watching.
I did try to do more than watch and be watched. When a guy managed to actually bring his gaze all the way up to my face, I’d give him a seductive smile. Damon had me here to entice Damon’s potential customers, so I was trying to do just that. My ball-gag was out at intervals, to give my jaw some relief. When it seemed right, I’d make teasing comments, like “Oh, I wish you could play with my tits,” or, “I hope you come to the party so you can fuck me.”
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A guy wearing a sport-coat and a tie, which were both so bright you could probably see them from outer-space, was making his way down the aisle, looking at the booths. He got to mine, and — not surprisingly — stopped. I watched him read the sign that stood prominently between my wide-spread legs, and down by my feet. He made a small, disappointed-looking frown, then spent some time looking at me, with extra time spent staring at my bare woo-woo, and my equally-bare boobs.
“Damn, those are some bouncy looking hooters.” He looked over at Damon, and said, “You serious about that ‘no touching’ thing?” He pointed at the sign.
Damon said,”Yeah, sorry. Not here, anyway.” He gave the guy a conspiratorial smile. “It will be a different story at our end-of-the-show party, though.”
With a sudden look of both interest and skepticism, the guy said, “End of the show party? Ok, how does a guy got about getting himself an invite to this party?” He’d been looking at Damon when he started his sentence, but by the end of it he was back to staring at my boobs.
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