The trap snaps shut

Julia stood in the middle of the room. The ropes and straps of the cyberpunk-style harness were tightened around her body. Metal rings on her wrists, ankles, and neck were already connected by thin but sturdy ropes. Two of the artist’s assistants tightened the final connections until Julia was suspended in the air in a slight, upright position—her feet barely touching the floor.

She was wearing only the tight, black top from the outfit, which hugged her breasts closely, and a pair of narrow panties. The rest of her body was largely exposed by the straps and ropes.

Claudia stood a little way off and spoke quietly with the artist. The two of them obviously knew each other. After a few minutes, Claudia turned around and called out loud enough for others nearby to hear:

“Julia, are you really sure you want to do the full program?”

Julia immediately became angry. She hated that Claudia was questioning her again in front of everyone. She replied sharply:

“Of course I’m sure.”

The artist slowly approached her. In his hand he held a black, slightly wider gag with a built-in ring. Without saying much, he pressed it between Julia’s teeth and strapped it tightly around the back of her neck.

“Puppets can’t speak,” he said calmly.

At that very moment, the ropes were activated. With a soft mechanical hum, they were pulled taut. Julia was lifted a few centimeters off the ground. Her arms were pulled slightly upward and to the side, her legs spread just a little. She could barely move. The ropes held her firmly in place.

Claudia stepped right in front of her. She stood so close that her body partially shielded Julia from prying eyes. Then she leaned forward and whispered directly into her ear. Her voice was soft, but cold and full of satisfaction:

“I knew you’d lured me into the sauna. Even though Feldmann has no concrete evidence—I knew it was you. I set a trap for you on purpose. And of course, you took the bait.”

Julia froze. She tried to turn her head, but the ropes held her fast.

Claudia continued, still speaking very softly:

“Do you actually know who this is? He’s not a normal artist. He’s a bondage artist. He builds erotic marionettes and sculptures. And he does some pretty extreme things with his dolls.”

Julia felt an icy chill. She tried to move, but the ropes didn’t give an inch. Panic welled up inside her. Claudia continued, almost tenderly: “By the way, your dad was into bondage. He used to do that with me a lot. And so I’d have some fun too, he’d sometimes put a little vibrating egg in my pussy,”

As she said this, Claudia pulled a thick pink vibrating egg out of her purse, which she had previously coated with lube. She pulled her panties aside and, without further ado, pressed it between Julia’s labia and pushed it deep into her pussy with two fingers. The lube made it easy—the egg slid right inside her.

Claudia continued, still speaking very quietly:

“He liked it when I squirmed. When I couldn’t fight back. Sometimes he’d tie my arms above my head and then take his time with me. He’d lick me, fuck me with his fingers or with toys, while I was completely at his mercy. He said it turned him on especially when a strong woman like me trusted him that much and gave up control.”

Claudia took a small step back and looked at Julia, who hung before her, bound and gagged. A cold, satisfied smile played on her face.

“And now here you are. Tied up. Gagged. With an egg in your pussy. Just like I used to do sometimes. Except this time, it’s not Richard pulling the strings… it’s me.”

Claudia let the panties snap back into place, but deliberately pulled them slightly askew so that part of Julia’s smooth pussy remained visible. Then she reached up, pinched Julia’s nipple hard, and pulled the tight top aside just enough to completely expose the nipple.

Julia hung there, gagged, suspended slightly in the air, with a thick vibrating egg in her pussy and one breast exposed. She couldn’t say a word. She could barely move.

Claudia took a small step back, surveyed her handiwork, and whispered once more, audible only to Julia:

“You wanted to humiliate me? Do you actually know how it felt for me when I was sitting in that sauna?” she asked softly. “Not just naked. But completely at their mercy. Twenty men surrounding me. I recognized most of them by sight from the company. And they were all staring at me. Not just briefly. They were really taking in my body.”

Claudia paused briefly and then continued:

“I could feel their eyes roaming over my breasts. How they stared at my hard nipples. How they looked down between my legs. I tried to squeeze my legs together, but the more I did that, the more they looked at me. Some of them got full-on erections. I saw it. The change in their breathing. The smirks. They weren’t just looking—they were imagining what I felt like.”

Claudia took another small step closer to Julia.

“And the worst part wasn’t even the shame. The worst part was that I felt helpless. Really helpless. I couldn’t get away. There was only one door, and it was blocked. I sat there, stark naked, and had to listen to them talking about me. About my body. About my pussy. About my tits. Some of them didn’t even try to hide it anymore. They just stood there staring at me while their dicks got hard.”

She lowered her voice even more.

“And I was ashamed. Really ashamed. Not just because I was naked. But because I felt so small and helpless. Me—who’s usually always in control. Who’s always the one calling the shots. And suddenly I was sitting there, and everyone was looking at me like a piece of meat. I felt the blood rush to my face. How hot my cheeks got. How my heart was pounding in my throat. And at the same time… I realized that my body was reacting anyway. That made the shame even worse.”

Claudia looked Julia straight in the eyes.

“That’s exactly the feeling I wanted to give you. That feeling of completely losing control. Of being naked in front of people who don’t respect you. Who are just greedy. Who only want what they see. And that’s exactly what’s happening to you right now.”

She slowly stroked Julia’s cheek once, right next to the gag.

“You wanted to humiliate me. You thought you were smarter than me. But now you’re hanging here. Tied up. Gagged. With an egg in your pussy. And I’m standing in front of you, telling you how shitty it felt when you lured me into that sauna. And you know what? It feels damn good to give all that back to you now.

So now you get to enjoy what it feels like to be properly tricked.”

The artist came back and checked the ropes one more time. Claudia turned around and walked away with calm steps, while Julia hung there in the middle of the room—tied up, gagged, and with the vibrating egg inside her—not knowing what was coming next.