Here's a short text I wrote for a friend on Tumblr who wanted to know how everyone in the group would humiliate her.
I'm a bit of a rigger so having you tied in an asymmetric pose, one arm over your shoulder, the other behind your back and secured at the wrists would be the start. Not a particularly painful pose, uncomfortable perhaps if left on long enough.
You would be dressed for clubbing in a very revealing little black dress, short and tight with a plunging neckline and open back. Heels and pantyhose complete the sexy outfit. Once the basic tie is completed, I'd grab my rope bag and guide you out to the car, sit you down in the front seat and belt you in (safety first !).
You wouldn't be aware of our destination, however the club wear is a pretty good hint. Once we arrive at the club, the pounding music would be echoing through the place. The valet at the front door would definitely have bulging eyes, however he wouldn't break stride, taking the keys as I unbuckle you and gently guide you into the club, still bound one arm over and the other behind.
The rope bag over my shoulder and you wide eyed and bound on my other hand as we enter the dance floor and cross over to our private booth (I've arranged this just for you). I would sit you down at one corner of the booth, back towards me as you face the dance floor, eyes nervously darting from face to face as they take in how gorgeous you are in your very obviously bound state. Whispering in your ear as I open up the rope bag, "is this humiliating enough?".
I'd take out the next hank of soft quarter inch hemp rope and guide it around your waist, just below your breasts and behind your back for the first turn, then a second secured to a bight behind you. Turning the bend back around you, above your breasts. Accentuating them and pushing your nipples up tight to the fabric so it's obvious to anyone who looks just how sexually excited you are. Another turn of the rope completes the first part of your breast harness on another secured bight coming around to the front of your chest, turning on the upper loop and drawing down to the lower only to slink back to the upper loop and drawn taught. Further tightening the ropes around your breasts and accentuating your hardened nipples even more.
You're starting to pant in sexual distress, short breaths and soft moans escaping your lips as the ropes hug you in a lovers embrace. Pausing, I take time to caress you along your back and shoulders checking your wrists to make sure there's no constrictions and blood flow is maintained. I'm checking for tell tale redness or blue discoloration (signs of constricted blood flow). The knots are away from sensitive tendons and surface veins, they haven't shifted so it's safe to continue your abject lesson in true humiliation.
Once again I put my lips to your ears and softly breath "are you ready for the next level of this princess?". You nod in affirmation, continuing to moan with short shallow breaths as I'm continuing to caress you with fingertips.Pausing to dally with gentle touches to your taught nipples through the straining fabric over your breasts, you give a sharp intake of breath and moan audibly.
Another hank of rope is ready in my hands as I move around to stand in front of you, taking in your beautiful form, accentuated by my ropes and your still darting eyes now frantic in sexual panic as you begin to feel the throbbing ache between your thighs. You finally settle your gaze on me, your tormentor in pleasure, and lock eyes on mine as I guide you up from your sitting stance to stand bound before me and the dancing crowd. The next loop goes around your hips at the waist, drawn loosely against itself and looped around your waist again before being secured behind you, right above your shapely ass.
My arms are around you in a tight hug and I can smell your sweet scent rising from your wetness. I grin to myself as I pass the final bight between your legs, securing a pair of knots to press against your swollen menses as I draw this final humiliating bind tight up against your belly and secure it to the front of the waist. Securing it in a non slip knot I step back from you and take in the sight of your tightly bound form straining against the taught fabric of your slinky dress, accentuating your form and dazzling everyone in the still dancing crowd.
I take you in my arms and guide you onto the dance floor, bound and helpless in my arms as we slow dance to the beat of the music, quarter time to the frantic thumping of the bass line and drums. I continue to caress you, teasing you to ever greater heights. Kissing you softly along the neck and shoulders as you quiver in my embrace, until you can take no more and explode into a savage orgasm. Legs buckling, shaking uncontrollably I gather you up in my arms and carry you to our booth. Whispering into your ear, "well done princess, you lasted for three songs on the dance floor before coming. Let's see how you do next time!"
I continue to praise you as I unwind the ropes and release you from your bondage. Caressing you and holding you in a lovers embrace as we bring you down from your journey into subspace. The crowd forgotten as you cling to me and gradually return from the clouds back to earth again. The pounding beat calling you back to the dance floor eventually, where we dance with complete abandon to the music. Oblivious to the envious glances of people in the crowd, both male and female, who've witnessed your shattering orgasm and humiliating bondage in person, wishing they could be us and wondering how to make it so.
It only takes one whispered question "when may we do it again, Sir"
