Public Bondage Binding
The Public Bondage Binding video opens with a tantalizing scene: a young Asian woman, her face obscured by a black blindfold, stands awkwardly in the middle of a busy city street. Her arms are painfully tugged behind her back, secured tightly at the wrists with a coarse rope. The same rough cord encircles her body just below her breasts, constricting her chest and forcing the soft mounds upwards, on perverse display for all to see.
The camera lingers lovingly on her celebrations, surveying the enticing cleavage popping out of her low-cut tank top. Her chest heaves with anxiety and excitement, drawing even more attention to the plump flesh now so shamefully exposed. A skimpy, translucent lace bra is visible beneath the thin fabric of her shirt, hinting at the pleasures concealed behind it.
But it is her lower half that truly captivates the eye. Her skirt sits scandalously low on her hips, barely concealing her tight cameltoe. The rope binding her waist pulls taut over the mound of her sex, hitching the garment up even further and putting her most intimate areas on brazen display. Anyone who cared to look could see the delicate folds of her womanhood visibly outlined against the flimsy barrier of her skirt.
The crowd of passersby paid no mind the spectacle – and yet the watchful camera tells a different story. It snags on the knowing glances, the repressed grins and smoldering stares directed at her helpless form. They see her exposed breasts, straining against their binding with each breath. They see her barely concealed cameltoe, the rope creasing the juncture of her thighs like an obscene touch. And she, unaware, stands in the heat of their hungry gazes, submitting herself to the whims of the anonymous crowd.
For the girl was no unwilling captive. No, this display of perverse humiliation was of her own doing, her darkest fantasies made reality. She had longed to be bound, to be shown off and degraded by the harsh, critical eyes of strangers. So she had gone to great pains to make herself prey for their viewing pleasure, dressing in the most scandalous outfit she could muster and securing the ropes herself. Down to her very last inhibition. This was her deepest desire.
And desire it did incite in the hearts of the casual onlookers. The lewd display was just too much for the average Joe. A palpable energy tingled through the air – a sense that something would most certainly happen to break the spell, to shatter the charged stillness. The sense that while she might be only inches out of reach, here on the street losing her virginity in the eyes of God and man seemed disturbingly possible.
Did she perhaps hope it would happen? Wanted strangers to reveal her, tear at her clothes to fully expose her body? To grope and tug at her flesh, their rough hands pawing her in a show of possession? A perverse part of her yearned for it, relished the thought of being at the tender mercies of so many. Too many jockstraps itching to punish her naked holes. She wanted the world to watch as she was ruthlessly plowed, pumped full of cock and cum until her belly swelled with the spoors of a faceless father.
These transgressive thoughts had been cycling her into a state of nervous excitement all day. The feeling had only intensified as she stood downtown, blindfolded and bound, an object of lewd speculation. Her nipples, hard as diamond beneath her shirt, betrayed her arousal – and she knew her dampness must be glistening through her skirt now too. She was positively dripping with the shame of it all. She couldn’t wait for someone to touch her and make her do dirty, dirty things. With her body on display like that, which was only a matter of time.
But she would have to wait. The degrading scene plays out longer still on its/screens, a depraved humiliation for which she alone is the author. Minutes of her exposed and straining in the bare open-air. For the end user, struggling to reach climax – struggling to fulfil this twisted fantasy. Focusing on her exposed flesh, her alluring camel-toe, her helpless, bulging breasts. Waiting for the imagined scenario to reach its sordid inevitable conclusion.
Climax comes in an explosive spray of fluids against the screen. And she, the perverted protagonist, knows what has transpired. Because this is only the setup for her public BDSM fantasy, the fulfilment of a hard-on’s twisted dreams. She will proceed to get stadded, maybe with a bondage bed and sexdols. Or perhaps a karg smug bugger, catapulting her overboard to tackle her plump camel-toe to a spunk-splattered spine.
