Made A Sensual Sight

I moan softly, the cool breeze brushing across my body, leaving every inch of my naked body covered in goosebumps. My nipples are hard before me also, though my arousal could be impacting me also, or so I told myself. I felt my body sway softly forward in back, reminding me as if I needed to be, that my arms bound above and behind me, my legs spread wide, held fast to the same overhang.

I moaned again, the ballgag making anything I saw turn into an unintelligible mush mouth. I could smell the fire they had burning, in a large raised space, and I'd swear I could feel it, not that it did me any good. I watch, helpless, as they mingle, eating and enjoying themselves. I bought one of them pointing and staring my way, my face heating up and she laughed aloud, my nudity still very much being noticed. I found myself whimpering again, looking downward toward the ground, reminded that my puss was the closest part of my body to the ground just then, My shaved mound more openly on display than ever, I'm helpless to do anything but hang before them, my naked curves a conversation piece.

After a few minutes, the same woman as before, with a smile plastered on her face walked over and whispered something to my new master. I watched as he laughed back, and whispered something back, and to judge by their expressions, it was encouragement. She giggled again, before walking over to me and pulling out some sort of sex toy. She smirks my way before casually implanting it into my pussy, and I moan loudly simply at the touch, the warmth of her body alone sending me over the edge. I moaned, louder this time, as she pressed it in deeper, and my cries only got louder as she turned in on me, my sensitive folds coming to life quickly as pleasure shot through me. My muscles tightened dramatically, as my body inched swiftly toward orgasming before them, only to feel her turn it swiftly off, leaving me shocked and frustrated.

I moaned softly, my mind almost delirious in desire for more. And yet, she just winked at me, slapping me hard on my ass, waging the pointer finger back and forth before me, "Ahhh ahh ah ... not so fast. You have to help keep us entertained, remember?", to which I whimpered softly, pleadingly for her to turn it back on. I watched, helpless, as she giggled back, looking my naked body once over and swiftly turning around and walking back toward the group.

Once there, she turned it back on, my body squirming in my ropes, as pleasure once more rushed through me, assaulting my consciousness, leaving my only thought, my only desire, was for release. Once more she turned it off before I could have any, taunting me with the release I knew they wanted me focused on, though I could not stop thinking about it above all else. The crowd laughed, enjoying the sight of me, naked, bound, gagged and sexually frustrated before them. As the meal carried on, the device was periodically turned on, causing me to spasm before them, my pleasure rising swiftly and openly before them. Each time, they always turned it off before I could feel real satisfaction, laughing each time it was turned off.

Eventually, the meal comes to an end, and the woman who had been tormenting me snaps her fingers, and declares, "I think it time for our plaything to get something to eat, and I know just the thing." The crowd lets out a sound of amusement, her face filled with a coy, deceitfully satisfied, smile.