Naked Display Piece

She left me there, and as I felt the cool spring breeze across my body, I noticed several people from the path below snap photos of me. I soon felt people rubbing their hands on me as they passed by, and some of them stopped briefly to rub their hands along the small of my back. I soon had people, standing behind me of course, caressing my exposed body with their hands, commenting on every minutia of my nudity, and making me quite aware of what being completely naked meant.

I could hear them speaking, but could not make out more than a few words from those nearby, and it was enough to know they were talking about me, and different aspects of my body. I stood there, not moving a muscle, and all the time aware of them staring, and yes sometimes touching, grabbing, and pinching at my body. I could feel goosebumps forming along my exposed legs, arms and back, but the most obvious was on my breast, Thanks to my arms being bound back by the fuzzy handcuffs, they stood out like beacons foot ll that could see, and there I was standing on a deck, exposed and high above the ground.

I was akin to a sculpture, though a living one and everyone knew it. I could tell they enjoyed rubbing their hands along my body, and as the drinks flowed, they got ever more brazen. They laughed and teased each other, clearly liking the feel of my body, looking for how I'd respond as they reached out and grasped at my body. I knew my body was, and I seemed to move whenever they pulled their hand away as if I wanted to still feel them upon my exposed skin. They examined me like a piece on display at a museum; only this one they could touch. I moaned, and I found myself enjoying it, and it only got even busier as the day turned to night. As I watched, more guests arrived, and they would always stop and notice me there, naked and exposed, as if my nipples had called them over.

That was when I saw a car arrive, but this time I realized I knew one of the passengers; It was Heather, from before on the boat. I wondered if she'd see me, but as she stepped out, I caught her looking up at the deck. I saw her gasp, covering her mouth and she laughed, and I had to look aware as she pointed up at me. I could hear her every footstep as she moved toward me. As she got close, I could hear her say, "Aww, if it isn't the Whore from the boat?! ... And you're still putting your body out there, naked and bound! It's so cute!"

With that, she reached out, rubbing her hand along my left arm, pausing before stepping behind me. She left me wondering what she was up to, as she took her time, slowly moving around me, looking me over. She then decided to choose that moment to surprise me, reaching around, and pinching both my nipples at once, and she laughed loudly as I moaned, as pleasure once more raced through me, and I felt myself becoming weak in the knees ... not to mention a dampness growing between my legs. She casually pulled on them, pinching them between her fingers, before giving them a twist. I moaned again, loudly through the ball gag, as she played with me. I orgasmed before them then, my body bending over slightly at the waist, as pleasure shot through me. I heard the crowd watching closely gasp in excitement.

I felt her hands then, moving to caress my breast, holding them as well as she could in her hands. She gave them a squeeze, causing my body to respond with pleasure, my mind seeming to desire more, and it seemed my every sensation was being amped up by how open it was. I soon felt more hands on my arms, caressing me as she worked. "It seems you haven't changed ... always wanting to submit, and always wanting to be played with ... to be used!". I gasped in response, my body was all too willing to distract me with desires and pleasure to think of much to say ... even if I didn't have a ball gag in my mouth.

She ran her right hand down my side, finding my ass, and she gave it a squeeze. She rubbed her hands across it then, her left hand remaining tightly upon my breast, and I felt her slap, or perhaps more accurately, spank, my ass with the palm of her hand. I moaned hard, my body shooting pleasure at me, as the crowd took joy in playing with me. "Don't be shy, she'd love any and all attention you through her way. Little whore lives for it!"

As she slapped my ass again, and my body responded in kind, I found myself wondering if she really wanted others to join in ... and if they would, or if they were too transfixed to act. As pleasure rushed through me, my muscles tensing from the sensations of desire, I already knew the answer to if I wanted it or not ...