The boobs

You decide to concentrate on those nice, perfect, round boobs and direct the tip of the feather beneath the right breast. The blindfolded woman first turns her head left and right, as if she is startled by being touched again, and then reacts with a soft giggle. Your feather circles her breast in rounds, slowly closing in on the nipple, and the more you play with her breast, the more her giggles turn into soft moans. You can see her face blushing a bit, maybe embarrassed about the fact that her whole body is so easily accessible and she can't see anything at all. She starts to wriggle again, and moves her torso in order to escape your soft torment.

That's when you reach her nipple and concentrate your soft, yet firm teasing right on this spot. You can see the nipple harden almost instantly, and her mouth makes noises of giggling and moaning again. There are soft cries of delight from the audience, like a challenge to continue. Meanwhile, the whole scenery also does have an effect on yourself, and you feel an erection building inside your soft pants. You wish you could do more to those tits than just tease them with a feather, but you are almost certain that this would overstep the rules of this place at this moment.

So you content yourself with switching the feather to the left breast, which prompts a soft cry of surprise from the chained women, who feels a new point of arousal stimulated out of nowhere. You circle the new breast as well, and the moans of the blonde turn into soft whimpering. Both nipples are hard, and you are sure to see her nether region dampened with arousal, but you are equally sure that there will be no way for the prisoner to reach any kind of relief this way. You even wonder if this is, in the end, what it's all about: Humiliation mixed with a frustrating ecstasy of tease and denial. You like the idea. Your feather concentrates on the other nipple. The woman has given up any resistance or escape movements, her head leaning against the cross, her lips slightly parted, her chest heaving. Her sounds have turned into deep moaning, mixed with frustrated whining.

You relish the sight and then, finally, take the feather away, which turns out to be the final touch of your masterpiece: The chained blonde reacts with a frustrated whimper, throwing herself against her bonds, searching for the sweet touch you have just withdrawn. Some people in the audience applaud and whistle. You return the feather and allow yourself a satisfied grin. That was fun, indeed!

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