Badly

Alyssa's head immediately began to fill with doubt. What was she doing? She had locked herself in a straitjacket and a hood, and was her flaunting off her body. Had she given any consideration into what could go wrong here? She'd been running off of pure horniness, and look where it had gotten her. She couldn't do this!

Alyssa heard the crowd, muffled through the hood, cheering. She then heard Heather in her earpiece. "What are you standing there for? GO!"

That comment shook Alyssa into action. She took a step forward. One that almost caused her to topple over. Why was this happening? She'd practiced her walking backstage. Maybe it was due to the fact that she knew people were watching her now. People were watching her bare legs and thong-clad butt walking down this runway, and she had no way to know what their reaction was. Everyone could be laughing at her.

Alyssa took another step forward. the point of her ballet boots now seemed all to small. The vibrator in her pussy suddenly started up. Alyssa did not need that right now.

"You vibrator should have just started up, Alyssa. It will increase in intensity the further you get down the runway and will sharply drop off if you are veering off course. Just aim for that orgasm. You'll reach the vibrator's highest point at the end of the runway. The aim is to climax when you strike the pose for the cameras."

Heather had not told Alyssa the specifics of the vibe beforehand. The details had been vague. Alyssa had expected it to work like a shock collar and just operate on light buzzing. She didn't want to have an orgasm in front of all these people! Would they be able to see? Was this leotard tight enough to not let any fluids leak out?

Alyssa took another wobbly step forward. The vibrator increased. Her cheeks flushed underneath a hood. She had used vibrators before of course. One time she had worn an egg vibe underneath her swimsuit while at the beach, but that hadn't ended well and she had had to rush into the ocean to hide her orgasm. The running on the sand had only jostled the vibe around more and made it worse. That was what was happening now. With each step, the vibe was being moved around inside Alyssa's intimate area, and it was making it harder to concentrate.

A theme! She needed a theme! Alyssa remembered that Millie had done an asylum patient routine. She needed to do something at the end of this runway except show off. But she didn't know what.

The vibrator was getting pretty bad now. Alyssa was trying to suppress the urges, but it wasn't easy. The fact that from the waist up she was completely immobilized was adding to the vibe tenfold. Alyssa knew she was on the verge of a climax. This was her fantasy. Being locked in this outfit, in front of people. She had masturbated to this exact scenario several times!

As Alyssa reached the end of the runway, where it rounded out into a circular platform, the vibrator doubled in intensity in one big burst. Alyssa screamed a the top of her lungs through her gag, unable to keep the pleasure bottled up. She didn't care anymore. She needed to have a release. If it was in front of all these people, who cared.

This train of thought did distract Alyssa temporarily enough for her to lose her footing. She hadn't been focusing on walking int he ballet boots, and so tumbled over and fell face first into the runway. As she painfully fell onto the ground, with absolutely nothing to cushion her fall except her breasts, she knew it was over. She wasn't winning this. Her she was, trying to act all tough and arrogant in front of Millie and she'd just face planted like an idiot.

She couldn't even hear the crowd's reaction though. She still needed to cum. And she desperately wanted the use of a hand to please her clit. That was impossible in this outfit and it was driving her mad.

Alyssa needed to get up off the floor, for starters. The fall hadn't hurt that much. But she knew that it was basically impossible to stand up without the use of your arms. She was probably stuck down here, and was going to have to crawl back down the runway like a defeated worm.

But Alyssa wasn't thinking clearly, and despite the impossibility of her task, she twisted her legs into knots in an attempt to stand up. In the process, she gave the audience every single possible view of her bound form. With each movement, the vibe moved. Alyssa couldn't hold it in any longer.

Alyssa finally came, and once again screamed through her gag. Her head was on the ground, and her ass was facing the audience, raised up off the ground by her feet. Her knees were on the floor. What Alyssa didn't know was that in the process of her runway routine, she had gotten a cameltoe, and her shaved vagina was visible creeping around the edges of the leotard as it ran between her legs. As she came, her juices were well and truly visible to the audience, and was definitely visible on camera, dripping between her legs and onto the floor.

Waiting there for a while, Alyssa knew that she had embarrassed herself. Her she was, ass out, fallen on her face, having just orgasmed in front of who knows how many people. She shouldn't have done this. All she wanted was an outlet for her fantasies, not to be the star of a humiliation ritual.

Well, the least she could was finish this with dignity. Now that her head was slightly clearer from her orgasm, Alyssa was able to lean back onto her lower legs, and then bring one foot out from under her to plant on the floor. She then used that leg as a lever to pull her body up off the floor. It probably wouldn't have worked with regular shoes, but the ballet shoes were stubborn and had enough weight in them to use a weight.

Once Alyssa was on her feet again, she walked back down the runway, her hips swinging and her butt bouncing. She was still leaking around her crotch, but she didn't care. As soon as she passed through the backstage curtain, she accepted Heather's help into a chair, where she lay, dejected. At least that was until Heather spoke to her again.

"Hey Alyssa, you probably think you screwed up out there. Between you and me, you did, but you're not going to believe this...the crowd fucking loved that."