It goes on for hours until...

You can’t focus on time in your position, your mind totally in each humiliating and arousing moment. Every time someone passes you try to stay as still as possible, hoping they don’t notice you. Most that do seem to care more about the entire scene, and seemingly don’t notice your blushing and aroused form in the centerpiece is more than the rest... though you can never be certain. The first time you knew someone realized you were real, a group of giggling Japanese girls stopped and pointed. They made a few vulgar motions before taking a few group selfies with you in the background, all while mocking you in their foreign tongue.

The thing you found most surprising by all of this was not how you let yourself get in this situation, or why you continued to play along with the degradation... but how incredibly turned on you were by it all. Your cock strained against its confines, and in your sexual haze you couldn’t do anything to get relief. This only caused you to be more turned on, which you couldn’t do anything about, causing an escalating loop of sexual need and frustration.

You soon are so horny, you don’t realize you are humping the air in your bonds. This causes the next person walking by to realize you are more than a dummy, and take a close look at you. To your horror, it’s someone you know all too well...