Lasso'd

I scramble to my feet, ready to run from this mischievous mime, but she has other plans. Swinging one arm in a circle above her head, Raquel has me dead in her sights, and as I turn to run, I'm suddenly yanked back by a **** I can't see, one that also pins my arms to my sides before I have a chance to cover myself! I struggle against it, but the invisible lasso holds tight; all my effort just has me shaking my semi-erect cock before the appreciative crowd, whose cat-calls and hungry eyes mean I certainly wont be going soft any time soon.

"Whew, look at that thing!"

"Guess he's part of the show after all."

"You think he'd be doing this if he wasn't?"

"Still, what kind of guy chooses to do this..."

"One who's pretty clearly enjoying himself!"

"How's she doing this so well?"

"Cute doggie!"

I look over my shoulder in time to see Raquel tying her end of the 'lasso' to the sign, and somehow I can feel her as she mimes checking that the rope is taut. I try to pull away, still not quite believing that this mime's miming was real, only to let out a yelp as she comes up and honks my ass, cupping each of my cheeks in a gloved hand, getting a laugh from the crowd.

Circling around me, Raquel sizes me up and, giving me a wink, mimes pulling out another string and tying a bow around my the base of penis and balls. I jolt forward and let out a sound that I hope doesn't sound too much like a moan as she tugs the invisible string, before cutting the first lasso she has, and starting to lead me around the edge of the crowd by my dick! Whatever she's using to pull me along is strong too, but considering what she's got it wrapped around I don't dare try and test it too intensively. I'm completely at the mercy of a mime!