A Humiliating Crawl

Don't look at me! Please don't look at me!

Your heart was hammering a song of desperation; your face was red and hot. There were tears in your eyes and you could only look to the ground, refusing to turn your face up at all. If you did, you'd surely see the crowd which was even now parting around you. People turning to look, you could feel their gazes across your skin. Heat throbbed inside of you. There were mutters, words following your course like a swarm of bats.

"Who is that girl? Does she know she's nearly naked?"

"She's in her underwear and a collar, George. I think it's safe to say she probably knows."

You pressed your eyes tightly closed, forcing yourself to move onwards. Heat was building between your legs.Your pussy was getting wetter and wetter. Why were you being turned on by this? It was as though you were drowning in humiliation and shame. The breath pounded in your lungs and your worst nightmare was that someone would recognise your face. Oh god, if word got out, what would you do? Your life would be over!

A flash of light. A realisation stabbed through you, as sharp and cold as a blade.

They were taking photos. Recording videos. Someone laughed, pointing as you moved past. More words followed; people trying to guess who you were. Whether you were turned on or not. You crawled, moving as fast as you dared. Your body swaying from side to side, like an animal. The collar around your throat was so tight.

Why had you ever agreed to this? You'd been so sure that you could handle it before. Back at home with Adam, the two of you had agreed it would be tough but you could take.

Yet now you were falling to pieces on the first day? You gave a little moan of distress. Ahead of you, someone laughed. It was Trevor. He was walking in front of you with Serenity and Miranda. The three of them were leading you, taking you to the most crowded parts of the city.

You wanted to die. You wanted to sink into the ground and never be seen again! So many people looking at your chest, at your ass, even at your pussy as you moved. And if that wasn't enough, your body was responding! You were feeling hotter, your skin tingling. Every word and every look served to turn you on and make you more aware of yourself.

It had to be over soon, didn't it? You had to have nearly reached the waiting car! Surely Trevor wasn't going to parade you around for much longer!

Was he?