Shibari models with Seb

Instead of being led backstage, this time Kim was left hogtied. A black curtain dropped and shielded her from the audience, leaving them in anticipation.

"You did well. Here, drink up," the hostess offered a drink. With her hands still tied behind her back, Kim had to take small sips. Nonetheless, water dribbled down her body, her white bra acting as a bib.

The hostess checked the knots on Kim carefully. She tightened some and even re-tied those as needed. Kim grunted as her hands' reverse prayer binding somehow became more confining.

The remaining clothes on Kim were cut away. In their place, midnight black stockings, garter belt, and arm sleeves were put on, accessories to cover her limbs so that attention was focused on her important bits.

The major change was her leg bondage. Instead of kneeling, ropes were now wrapped around her knees and feet. Her legs were spread wide in an M shape, like she was squatting. This made her pussy the center of attention. The sensation was alien yet thrilling, her pussy exposed in ways she had never experienced before. Her feet could flail but there was no hiding her open hole.

The ropes on her limbs were attached to a hook on the ceiling. Her hair was added to it too, pulling her head back and forcing her to look directly at the audience.

As she was lifted off the ground, Kim gasped, her body weight supported entirely by the ropes. The world spun slightly, her senses heightened by the newfound freedom and confinement. She had never done suspension bondage and this was a new level of helplessness for her. She hung in the air, the ropes holding her like a macabre marionette, entirely dependent on the knots. Her helplessness, in a perverse way, became weight lifted from her body.

Seb was brought in. He was tied spreadeagle on the ground. However, the host took great care to position him, aligning his 8-inch erect cock with her asshole. It was angry-red, engorged from a cock ring at the base. It was obvious that his buttplug, the sexual scene, and blowjobs were keeping him on edge. The host palmed a small drop of lube only on his cockhead.

Kim was lowered and Seb's cock entered one inch into her ass, just enough to rub his bulbous cockhead against her tight anal entrance. Kim gasped as the widest part of his cock **** her open - but impaled her no further.

His long shaft was left untouched, and inversely, Kim's deep pussy shaft and g-spot were untouched too. The setup was designed for minimal penetration, the focus on the controlled movement and the exhibition of their bodies.

The host activated the automated pulley system, and Kim felt herself moving up and down, the man's cock barely sliding in and out of her. Up and down they went. One inch poked her ass, then two inches, then one, then two...

The sensation was maddeningly frustrating, the friction building heat within her. Yet it was merely superficial pleasure; Kim desired to be impaled fully on such a gorgeous cock specimen. Kim wished that his chiseled arms could control her waist, **** himself on her, and fuck her like she was a shark's prey.

"Resist," the hostess hissed. "Don't let him take you over the edge."

It was easier said that done. Kim bit her lips, hoping the pain would distract her. Seb below her groaned, his body straining against the bindings. The movement was slow, deliberate, each inch of penetration a tease that threatened to push Kim past her limits.

Kim's mind raced, her thoughts a chaotic mix of resistance and surrender. The ropes tightened around her, the pain a distraction from the pleasure. She looked down at Seb, his face torn between release and denial, and felt a surge of empathy mixed with arousal.

The air was silent as everyone seemed to be holding their breath, only Kim and Seb soft moans filled the space. Everyone knew someone was going to cum first, the question was who?