Bondage Blowout

I move up and down, bending over forward with each jump, my arms still being bound behind myself making it harder to balance. Despite my bonds, I manage to bounce before them, and it does not take long for at least a few of the crowd to make their way closer. I gasped the moment I felt a hand touch my shoulder, and I slowed, looking around me as another approached. I led in a quick breath, surprised despite it all. Just then the woman with dark auburn hair leaned close, "Now now ... If you want some clothes, you'd make yourself useful and make a scene, got it?" I moaned in reply, and the ballgag reduced my response simply down to a nearly unintelligible, "yuhh, hussmuhh.", and proceeded to make an overly-dramatic jump before them. I found all but feel their gaze squarely on me as my breasts bounced, my ass shaking as I lowered myself close to the ground by the end of the 'jump'.

I manage to catch sight of the blonde not far away, a large smile plastered on her face, "That's right, don't be shy ... I'm sure she'll love the attention"., her voice sly, clearly enjoying putting me on display. I could feel several people's hands moving across me as I jumped before them again, aware of many more watching from all sides around me. I hear myself moan, maybe even giggle softly, as I shook myself before them, knowing how exposed I was.

They left me to entertain the crowd, and just then I felt someone grab ahold of me, turning me to face right a bit, even as hands moved across my exposed skin. I heard laughter, gaffas and wolf whistles as I moved before them. Even as I moved and bounced before them, I could see my new pair of 'acquaintances' standing to one side, watching keenly, clearly enjoying what was transpiring before them, watching them play with me, gaining pleasure at my expense. At times they joined in, posing alongside me, grabbing and groping my exposed and naked body when they were not encouraging others to do likewise.

After a bit, I heard one of the calling out, "If anyone recognizes the hoe, she'll be left in lost and found and can be picked up there." The crowd laughs, though none walked forward to claim me. After a moment, the chain on my collar, and I submissively let them lead me to the lost and found office, the crowd full of amusement and mirth. When they got to the lost and found desk, the young man manning the help desk all but jumped as they arrived.

Both young ladies smile alluringly at him, laughing for a moment before quieting down, and the woman with dark auburn hair spoke up, "Oh, she's some slut that got lost and needs to be reunited with her client." They laughed again, and this time the blonde speaks up, even as the young man clearly stares at my exposed bosom, clearly claimed substantially, his mind clearly racing at the possibilities. The blonde spoke up ... "The claims to live here, but don't believe her ... I mean, who gets 'locked out naked, right?"

They laugh, not noticing, or perhaps not caring that his attention was divided, "Sure, she can stay here for her client to claim her ... but what if no one comes by to retrieve her?" he asked, his gaze still planted right at my exposed nudity, his hand now on my left elbow as he looked me over closely.

The pair giggled for several seconds, before the blonde responded once more, "Well then silly, I'd expect you could always claim her yourself ... it's not like she'll mind. She offered to do anything for us if we gave her something to where." The giggling continued, and this time the woman with dark Auburn hair spoke up, "... and we mean everything if you get our drift." They giggled once more, before continuing, "So, if it's ok, half fun finding her client, or claiming her for yourself .... either way, bye!"

They quickly passed him the needed key for my bonds before leaving, as he mumbled some form of agreement. As I was left with him, bound, gagged, and unable to speak for myself, I did my best to remain casual. I felt myself being watched by seemingly every angel, and most notably, the youth man running lost and found. As I was made to wait, I wonder if my new roommate would come to retrieve me. I imagined his amused expression as he retrieved me, naked, bound and gagged, as if I was a lost hat.

From there, I wondered what the qualifications would be ... would someone else come by to 'retrieve me'? For that matter, how long would he wait before he simply grabbed me for himself? Just as importantly, would I even mind? As I pondered that, people came and went, going about their normal lives and amused to see me standing there. Many laughed and headed out and thus leaving me in limbo as to where I may end up.