Parlor Puzzled

I resist the urge to sigh, moving to the door, only to hear her continue, "To keep this show honest, and in the interest of transparency, the volunteer must not only be willing to strip naked, but also converse freely."

I freeze in place, stealing a glance over at Zoe, whose eyes go wide at the implications. Jesse lets out a chuckle. "Sorry, Zoe, unless you want me to remove that ball gag, it seems our good friend here is out. You, on the other hand, could always go up."

I see Zoe look at him, then at me, before staring back up at the stage; the crowd, growing larger by the moment, is rather excited, clapping and stomping their feet in unison.

Forcing her shoulders down, she steals a look at me before letting out a snort, "Talk about making it interesting! Not only had you just barely lost, but it seems you may have won after all. Well, you'll get an even bigger show than you would have expected."

Zoe squares her shoulders, walking up, making a show of removing what little fabric she had on, leaning over as she peels out of her leggings, putting ' em in a bag and thrusting it at Jesse. For his part, his smile grows wider at her fake indignation.

Putting her hand up, she declares loudly, "I'll volunteer!", to which the woman announcing before points right at her, and a spotlight turns on, shining brightly down at her.

"Peerfect! A willing participant! And one who already stripped for us! You must have seen our shows before. Outstanding! Come! Come, my dear!""

Zoe hesitates, the crowd loud and excited. Staring at her, as she swallows hard, marching herself up and onto the stage. As I watch, she lies down into a box. After a moment, her naked bottom half seems to extend out one side, her chest on up dangling from the other side.

The crowd is enraptured, watching as he pulls out a large saw, and soon it seems she's been cut in half, and the boxes are yanked apart by his scantily clad assistants. The crowd is wild, cheering and calling out loudly. He turns the boxes now, making a show of letting them see all, though even I know better, though not sure how if it matters. "As you can see, there's no tricks here!" he declares to a buffing, shouting crowd.

I watch intently as everyone else bounces lightly along with them. As one of his assistants walks up, asking loudly to Zoe, "How does it feel? Any pain?

Zoe pauses a moment before shrugging, a smile on her face. "No... I feel just fine." To which the crowd lets out a roar, watching enthusiastically. He runs his hand over her as he passes, wiggling her toes and so on. Soon, rubbing a feather along her leg, brushing it casually along her exposed skin.

Maybe she's seen it before, or maybe something's up, but she seems to know where his hand is at all times, and what's in it. Smiling and giggling, she's enjoying it almost as much as the crowd. As we watch, both hands are pushed around seemingly at random about the stage, making it clear there's no connection between the two.

She lets out a gasp suddenly, her eyes wide. "That's a bit close for comfort, don't you think?", to which the crowd gawps, taking it all in gest. In a moment, his hand moves back into sight, holding a set of feathers, moving them across the bottom half, moving them across the exposed mound.

He plays at it a bit more before pausing, the crowd intently watching each moment, eyes glued on the stage. "Now, I shall put the fair maiden back together! He nods, and the two halves move about, shoving the halves back together, but not before joking around a bit and putting her head... between the feet. Laughing to himself, "Sorry, don't want to get her all ass backwards, now do we?"

The crowd cheers at his wit, and in the flash, the two halves align, and in a moment, the box opens up, and he helps her out. Standing naked before us, she blows us all a kiss, taking a bow as the crowd cheers. Holding her hand, he asks calmly, his voice deep, loud, and casual, "Now, my dear, feeling alright? Don't worry, you can tell us. Nothing to hide here!"

A new wave of excitement leaves them at that, and her cheeks go flush, casually reminded of her nakedness before so many on a stage, and with a spotlight no less. She swallows once more, nodding before wiggling her fingers and toes. "I'm just peachy! Everyone's great!"

He smiles, and soon declares a few more things, leaving her in the limelight... even as a spare assistant, she's left, unable to get off stage, and the only one naked up there to boot. The show goes on, and they're eating it all up. She's enjoying it too, even if her amusement and embarrassment seem to shine loudly. Watching along, we cheer and shout along with the rest, loving it as much as anyone else, fitting right in despite my own nudity..

Finally, he's allowed off stage, bowing several times and blowing them kisses to appease. She walks back, moving her shoulders in and out, as her cheeks seem to have dimples on each. Jesse gives her a hug, twirling her around as she lets out an excited note. "I take it you had fun?"

She gets set down, they kiss, and she declares, "Oh, you know it! Of course I did. I admit, I've seen it, but never been onstage. It was amazing." smiling shwo walks up to me, nodding. She pauses, looking down before turning her gaze to my exposed nakedness. "At first, I thought you may have won it... But now, I know I really did win it!"

Excited, Zoe pulls out a bondage leash, looking at me expectantly. "Don't worry, no doggie this time. I just want to lead you around, walking upright." I tried my best to smile, nodding at her. She steps behind, tying the collar on, and to my surprise, Jesse grabs my arms, yanking them behind me, binding my arms across the small of my back.

Soon, I'm naked, bound and gagged, turned about, catching the glint in their eyes, aimed back at me. I let out a sigh, enjoying myself too much to be bothered, and they led me about the carnival. Finding it hard to keep my balance, my shoulders pulled back, making my already ample bison seem even bigger than before.

They walk about, taking it in, playing carnival games for poses. Soon they win a few, stuffing them between my bound arms and back, "Thanks! Shew declares, as another stuffed animal or the like is made to be held there. Gasping though the ball gag, I find even a simple sound is distorted. I find myself still surprisingly enjoying it all, even helplessly exposed as I am, moving along behind them.

Eventually, we ride a few more rides, though this time Zoe put out a hand, "Hang on now... do you expect they'll let you on the ride? Not bound and gagged like that!" She giggles, handing the lash to the attendant, before declaring, "Here, hold her for me, will you?"

The young lad nots, giving me a dirty look, and after a moment he recovers, "Don't worry about me. You two have fun!", and with that, they head off, back at it, while I'm left to awkwardly wait with the staff running the ride, holding the end of my leash in one hand, "Dang, what wirld thing wqill come my way next.", to whihc he sigs, wipes his forward with his free hand, before looking me up and down, scutizing my curves closly.

"Well, I admit, you're one of the cutest things people have left behind." I pause, looking up, catching them spinning around and around, feeling my cheeks heating up a bit, finding it my time to blush. Eventually, the ride ends, and they take back their custody of me. This repeats a bit more, and then it's time to leave.

Zoe looks at her phone, "My, look at the time! We have to go if we're going to make our evening plans! Come on! No Dawdling!" With a smile,, she dashed along, yanking/pulling me along with.

I let out a gasp, surprised, my breasts bouncing merrily as I'm made to rush to keep up. We get back to his car moments later, and I get in the back, straddling the centre once more. Left exposed, I felt her attach my seatbelt, rubbing her hand along my cheek, down my side, past my nipple and pausing at my shaved mound before freezing, straightening up. She shoots me a wink

With a wave, she shuts the door behind herself, and they dash to get in themselves, Jesse starts the car, and as we pull out, "We should do this again sometime... maybe put her on the stage."

Jesse smiles back, not taking his eyes off the road as he replies, "Or pahapoes being more laid-back! Think of it, even more exposed curves to stare at! More calves for you to trounce." With that, they go on to more casual conversations, as I'm left, bound, gagged and exposed in the back seat, while the seatbelt makes it all the more clear.

Once we get back, I'm let out, though still not allowed to get dressed, even as I get back to mu unit. She grabs my key, unlocks the door, and ushers us in. Giving me a glance, she seems smug. "I know what I what we should wear next. Wait right here, my good friend.

Left with Jesse holding my leash, he simply shrugs before turning to watch her retreat back into my bedroom...