See how she feels.

The barwench has no idea what's happened to her. You have the pleasure of watching her cheeks flame with absolute humiliation as she struggles against her bonds, at a loss to figure out how she could have ended up in this intensely embarrassing position. She pulls at the bonds that hold her wrists in place, **** to get free and very conscious of how utterly exposed she is to the gaze of anyone who might happen to pass by. Including you. You smile sweetly at her and pat her cheek, eliciting a squeal of overwhelming frustration and aggravation. Her hair flies back and forth and her breasts bounce prettily as she squirms.

You stand back, inspecting her from every angle, pleased with your handiwork. "You look gorgeous, cutie," you say, summoning up the most patronising tone you can muster. She glowers in your direction, unable to express her anger in words. "Absolutely gorgeous. You naked, sweet, blushing little cutie. Blushing little cutie with her tits out. I bet you don't like that, do you? Having your tits out for everyone to see. But they're such big, beautiful, bouncy tits. Pretty tits. I think it's a crime to keep those tits locked away, don't you? They're much better out here where everyone can see them. I know you don't like it, but you're all tied up so it doesn't matter what you want."

She looks like she's about to scream. You chuckle. She's a lot of fun to tease.

"Blushing little naked bare-breasted cutie. All tied up so everyone can watch her blush. You're embarrassed, aren't you, my cute little bare-breasted wench? That's adorable. You must be so embarrassed that your clothes fell off. One minute you were a strong, proud independent woman, the next a blushing little naked bare-breasted bondage cutie. So humiliating. I'm having fun, though. Teasing you. Watching you squirm. Squirm for me, cutie. That's right. Wiggle your tits. Look at you, wiggling your big beautiful bouncy tits for me. Such a pretty little bondage cutie. Look at her blush."

You can't remember the last time you saw a woman this angry. She's incandescent with rage, and of course totally incapable of acting on it in any way. You laugh.

"Well, have fun, my blushing little cutie. I'm going to leave you here for a while. Leave you alone to blush and squirm, all tied up with your tits out. I don't know how many people will see you. That's part of the fun!"

You boop her nose, knowing she'd bite your hand off if she could. She can't, though. You run your fingers through her hair, stroke her face and give her boobs a final fondle. Through it all, she squirms and struggles and does her best to spit horrible curses at you. It's all extremely enjoyable, and you make sure to let her know at length how much fun you're having. You use the phrase "blushing little naked bare-breasted bondage cutie" several more times before you decide it's finally time to say goodbye. You put a hand between her legs and play with her pussy for a while by way of farewell. She really, really, really doesn't like this part, although you're pretty sure she almost cums.

"Goodbye, cutie," you say, kissing her forehead. "Hope to see you again soon!"

Her squeals of indignation follow you as you wander off. All in all, you think to yourself, a good day.