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Subject: {ASSM} Yes Dear, Chapter One (Drugged, Bondage, Art)
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Yes Dear
By Not My Story
Chapter 1

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Warning:

This story is fiction, and should be treated as such. The following
story is
for the entertainment of ADULTS ONLY, and contains descriptions of
explicit
sex. If you are not an adult, or reading sex stories upset you, DO NOT
read
any further. If it is illegal in your location, DO NOT read it.

This is a copyrighted work. Copyright by Not My Story. Reposting or any
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Disclaimer: All characters are fictitious. Any resemblance to anyone,
either
alive or dead, is purely coincidental.

Thanks to Ted E. Bear again for taking time to edit, proof read and
contribute
to this story. Thanks.


Please! Send me your comments!
notmyst...@kc.rr.com

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"Come on Greg, I'm begging you. I need someone to accompany me to the
opening, and she's got to know a lot about art?" Jake pleaded. "You
know I'm clueless, and I only signed up and blew my money on this, to
get onto Savitsky's good side. I'm begging you man? I'll pay for her
time. How bout a grand a night? I swear I won't tell anyone around
the office and come on man there are only a couple of these openings a
month, for like six months or so, and hell, maybe I'll get lucky and
meet someone there at one of them who I can take to the rest?"

Greg listened to Jake thinking what a loser he was, Kim would have to
appreciate how lucky she was to have married him after going to a
couple of shows with this jock.

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A month later

"Can you get that?" Kim yelled down the stairs as she finished getting
ready putting on one of her earrings. A minute later, after putting in
the second earring, and taking a look at her reflection in the mirror,
the door bell rang again. "Never mind, I'll get it." She yelled,
heading downstairs to answer the door.

Kim Warner opened the door to pleasantly surprised to see Jake Singer
dressed in a stylish black tuxedo. He looked much as Greg had described
him tall, tanned, in great shape, with broad shoulders, and big muscled
arms. She watched his eyes, as they traveled up and down her body,
taking in the sight before he spoke. He introduced himself by taking
her hand "You must be the lovely Kim." He said lifting her hand
while lowering his head to kiss the top of her hand. The two strangers
engaged in some small talk, while waiting for Greg.

Thankfully, Kim found Jake to be warm and friendly, and thought that
she just might enjoy herself tonight. Kim called to Greg several times
as she chatted with Jake but the load crashes and banging of pots and
pans from the kitchen told her Greg had his hands full making Sammy's
snack.

She checked her purse making sure she was ready to leave as she
prepared to leave Greg alone with their son once again. She and Greg
had been through a similar situation when he had asked her to accompany
his boss to an art show. Greg had of course grown jealous of all the
time Kim ended up spending with his boss away from him. Her picture had
been taken with Mr. Savitsky and put in the paper, insinuating that she
was a prostitute escorting Savitsky to the show. Unfortunately several
of his coworkers had recognized Kim from the paper and joked about how
Greg was pimping his wife. Greg had also been forced to listen to the
ribbing at home from Jimmy and Kristin. He had finally had enough and
flew into a rage at Jimmy when Jimmy continued poking fun at him even
going as far as pulling out a photo of Kim and Greg from college when
for Halloween Greg had dressed as a pimp, complete with a big furry
purple hat and Kim had dressed as his hoe.

Kim smiled, looking at the young handsome man before her, wondering how
this would turn out. It had started when Greg had come home, and spent
a week reminding her of how much fun she had said she had escorting Mr.
Savitsky to the different art shows and galleries, and how great it
would be if she could find someone else to take her to more of them.
She knew that he was up to something, but after the last debacle, was
hesitant to accompany his boss to any more events. Finally when she
told him that she would love to go, but only if he joined her, did he
confess all, spilling the beans about his latest scheme.

Greg had made a convincing argument as to why she should accompany Jake
telling her all the details of his arrangements with Jake. Jake Singer
was an up and coming exec at Greg's studio, but apparently had a
reputation as somewhat of a sleaze, because all the pictures he came up
with turned out to be little more than soft core porn. But even with
their lack of class, they all did extremely well and made lots of
money. Jake had convinced Greg that it had been bad luck that had lead
to these events, and that he only wanted to make high quality big
budget films, but that Mr. Savitsky and other studio exec's were
convinced that he had no class, or sense of art and style. Jake had
claimed that he contributed tons of money, and sank a lot of his
savings into art, after seeing Savitsky and Kim's picture in the paper
in an effort to convince their boss that he too had good taste, and a
sense of style.

Jake had gone on to tell Greg that although he tried to act like a real
"horn dog" and "ladies man" around the office, his true sexual
preference was for other men. But who hires a gay man to make high
dollar action movies. The revelation had eased Greg's nerves about Kim
spending any time with him, and his offer to cut Greg in on his first
big budget action movie, with an associate producer's spot, lead Greg
to literally beg Kim to go.

Kim straightened her black dress and pulled the shawl around her
shoulders, covering the spaghetti straps of the short dress. Her three
inch heels and pearl necklace and bracelet rounded out her wardrobe.
Tired of waiting on Greg and having noticed Jake look at his watch
twice already she called to Greg, telling him that she was leaving. Kim
looked back into the kitchen as she closed the door seeing Greg half
heartedly saying goodbye, as he fought with the lid on the peanut
butter, attempting to make Sammy a sandwich. God what a dork she
thought, as she closed the door on her clueless husband.

She was very impressed when Jake escorted her to the stretch limo that
would take them to the opening. Once inside, she was shocked to see
another man about her age already seated inside, and cautiously took
the glass of wine that he offered her, as Jake closed the door and went
around to the other side. Once inside Jake introduced her to his
partner Phil. Remembering what Greg had told her about Jake's sexual
preference, she felt almost immediately at ease, even as she thought
about what a waste of two good looking men it was.

Jake and Phil began to tell her a little about the artist whose show
she was to accompany Jake too. She had just finished her glass of wine,
when her cell phone rang. She opened her purse and retrieved the phone
to find that it was Greg calling. She answered to hear him asking her
where they had gone. She told him she had left with Jake, and reminded
him he had told her goodbye. Greg started asking her questions as to
why they had left so early, as the time was only 4:00 in the afternoon.
She found herself reminding him of all the details that he had passed
onto her just a week ago. They had to leave early because the show was
across the Bay, and would take them over two hours to get there. Then,
after asking Jake, she told Greg that she would be back by midnight or
one in the morning at the latest. She finally hung up the phone with
her husband, again thinking what a dork she had married.

She was handed a second glass of wine as soon as she put the phone
away, and the trio tried to pick up their conversation where it had
been interrupted. She got a little background on the artist, and grew
confused. When she was asked to attend a show this weekend, she did
some checking, to get some back ground on the artist and found only one
major art show opening in the bay area from a revered British painter,
but the show that they were attending was for someone from Milwaukee.
She had just begun to ask more questions about the artist, but stopped
even more confused when they pulled into the parking lot of one of LA's
finest restaurants.

Jake tried to explain as best he could as the waiter escorted the trio
to the table that the show had to be moved to LA at the last minute and
was just a few miles away. He had forgotten to call and tell her when
he found out, so he decided to just take her out for a nice dinner to
say thanks.

Jake asked Kim for the privilege of ordering for her and after making
sure she liked it ordered her the most expensive item on the menu.
Dinner was served with a bottle of Dom Perigon and a side of caviar.
Kim was encouraged to help them finish off the bottle of champagne in
the hour or so that followed.

She had tried to find out more about the show and the artist in that
time, hoping to know something about his works before the show but
found the conversation always returned to her, and questions about her,
her life, and her likes and dislikes. Jake and Phil seemed fascinated
by her days at college and asked her repeatedly about her days at
school before she met Greg. By the end of dinner she had begun to
question what Greg had told her about Jake, if he was gay, he sure
acted awfully straight, and so did his partner. They both kept the
compliments going, each telling Kim how beautiful and sexy she was, and
how hot she looked in her thin black dress.

Dinner had been great and between the wine in the car and the champagne
Kim was now more than a little tipsy. The drive to the "Gallery" as the
men called it came took Kim back even closer to her home. The show was
being held at the home of one of the artist biggest fans, or so Jake
said.

Back in the limo Kim had again tried to find out something about this
artist works, when the men again avoided talking about anything but Kim
herself. Kim grew worried that something was very wrong and reached
into her purse feeling more comfortable holding her cell phone. She had
just started to tell Jake she wasn't feeling well after dinner and
perhaps he should just take her home when he announced that they where
there.

The house was huge, and the valets and groups of people hanging out in
front of the house helped to soothe some of Kim's nerves. But something
in the back of her mind had still raised an alarm and she kept a tight
hold on her purse and the phone inside. She was still very
uncomfortable about her situation as everything that she had been told
about the evening had been changed.

The couple mingled for half an hour in the foyer and ball room of the
house, Phil had disappeared into the crowd moments after they had first
arrived. With in minutes of their arrival Kim and Jake had been handed
champagne by a waiter. Kim still very nervous about the evening and not
wanting to get any more drunk held the glass nervously, as they mingled
with others in the crowd. She felt awkward on Jake's arm, not knowing
anyone, and sadly unfamiliar with any of the artist that they talked
about. Jake finally lead her to the display but asked her to finish her
drink before going in to see the works, which she did hesitantly
handing the empty glass to a nearby waiter.


Her head spinning from drinking the champagne to quickly Kim was
shocked at what she saw. There were paintings, sketches, photos,
drawings and sculptures of beautiful women bound and tied some gagged.
Some were being used sexually, while they were bound. Her first
reaction was to want to leave but looking around at the other guest she
didn't want to cause a scene. The works were all of a high quality
and each beautiful in a way,  all of them art, but of a type that she
had come to think of as porn. She was surprised as she went from piece
to piece, at how turned on she was getting looking at the works, her
own sexual passions beginning to spark. She found herself wanting to be
dominated like the women in the different pieces. She wanted to be
used, to be helpless at the mercy of a strong powerful man. She wanted
to fill dominated but what chance was there of that happening. She had
married Greg and he was waiting for her at home. Greg a wimp by
anyone's standard. The most forceful thing that he had done in their
relationship, was to tell her that she *would* get her navel pierced
after the birth of their son, which she still hadn't done.

She had lost track of time as they moved from piece to piece, and was
surprised to find she was hanging onto Jake's strong arm to steady
herself, feeling not tipsy now but drunk. She looked at the different
pieces on display oblivious to her surroundings or her earlier fears.
As they viewed the pieces Jake had begun whispering comments in her
ear, asking what she thought, could she imagine that being her, and
other suggestive comments, helping to get her even more turned on by
the art work. Then she heard the announcement that they would be
introducing the artist soon, and asking the guest to have a seat out on
the patio. Jake asked her if he could get her a drink, and she asked
for a hot tea, hoping that it would help to sober her up. Kim hadn't
seen Phil come up behind her, nor had she seen him go off to get their
drinks.

Phil handed the drinks he had prepared to a waiter, just fifty feet
directly in front of Kim and pointed him to Jake and Kim. Kim's eyes
had remained fixed on a painting displayed outside on the patio,
wondering how the woman in the painting must have felt. The waiter
arrived with the drinks and she thought nothing of it that she had
never heard or seen Jake order them. She quickly drank her tea, as Jake
led her to front row seats on the patio.

Kim's mind was awash with all sorts of dirty thoughts and ideas, as a
lovely lady in a beautiful evening gown began speaking about the works
of the artist. She only half registered what she heard, as she thought
back to some of the works she had seen. It was Jake's prodding that
pulled her from the erotic daydream playing out in her mind.

"Will you do it? Please, I could really use the exposure please? Hurry
raise your hand before someone else does. Please!" he pleaded with her
quietly. Not sure why, or just what it was that he was asking her to
do, she slowly raised her hand.

"Wonderful we have a volunteer the lovely young Lady right up front
here has volunteered." She said pointing to Kim. "Please help her
out there Doris." The woman in the evening gown on stage said as
another older woman approached Kim. Slowly Kim took the hand of this
Doris, and followed her into the pool house, to the applause of the
crowd. Inside she was led into a large changing room her mind now
spinning.

Kim and Doris where joined by a man in a suit with a folder full of
papers, he was followed in by a camera crew of four. Kim was asked to
take a seat at the side of a large table off to the side of the room.
Doris had just begun to apply make-up to her face, as the man with the
papers laid them out on the table in front of her. The camera crew
behind her had started filming Kim and then chatting amongst
themselves, and to Doris, while the man with the papers began talking
with Kim.

Kim kept looking back nervously at the camera pointed at her, as the
man with the papers kept talking. He asked her several times if she was
OK and was paying attention she said she was even as she stared at the
camera. Satisfied he had done his job as best he could he told her to
sign here, explaining that it was a release, allowing her image to be
used in the documentary. As the lawyer continued she tried to follow
along with what the he was saying while attempting to eavesdrop on what
Doris was saying to the camera crew. He had her sign paper after paper
doing his best to explain what each was.

In all She signed over two dozen releases, some about her health, age,
identity, a financial reimbursement for using her likeness and image,
an agreement to forfeiture of residual income. California adult
disclosure of std's and something about a disclosure of past sexual
partners that she wasn't sure of. The lawyer presenting the papers to
her was doing a thorough job of explaining everything she was signing
to her, but Kim was just too distracted by the camera and other
conversations in the room to pay any really attention to what he was
saying and simply signed where she was asked. Finally, with his stack
of papers signed, he waited while Doris notarized each one. He gathered
the papers and waited for the nurse who had just walked in. Kim had
really made no sense of anything that he had said to her, nor had she
been able to make any sense of the other conversations going on in the
room.

Kim laid out her arm on the table as asked and gave a blood sample to
an older woman calling herself the on set nurse, health and welfare
officer. She went on to explain to Kim that all actors and actress's in
the adult industry in California where required to give a blood sample
that would be checked for drugs and disease. The Nurse handed the vial
of freshly drawn blood to Doris as she retrieved her marker to have Kim
sign it. Kim went on to sign the vial handed to her not noticing Doris
had switched it with one from a week earlier when she had gone to the
studio and donated for the blood drive Greg was co-chairman of.

Doris had skillfully switched the vials in front of Kim, the lawyer,
film crew and nurse. No one even suspected anything as she slipped the
fresh vial of Kim's drugged blood into her skirt pocket to destroy
later. Doris was a woman of many talents whom Jake trusted completely
she was one of only three people who knew what Jake had planned for the
evening.

Doris returned to Kim after seeing the lawyer and the nurse from the
room and a waiter with another glass of tea for Kim in. She sat down
behind Kim and after letting Kim's hair down she began brushing it
out as she spoke to the young mother. Doris looking down at her watch
and the name Phil had written in the palm of her hand began telling Kim
how she should take the weekend off and go stay with her friend
Jennifer from college who lived across the bay. She encouraged Kim to
drink the tea as she waited the several minutes to have her make the
call.

Jake had planned it to the last detail the free passes to the buffet he
had dropped in Jimmy's car seat the night before that expired today.
The young man that would ride his bike into the back of Greg's parked
car at any minute. Jake had paid him to get Greg out of the house at
exactly 8:30 and keep him out at least 15 minutes. Jake and Phil had
then grilled Kim to find the name of someone she knew in the bay area
that Greg didn't over dinner and now everything was falling into
place.

Doris had begun braiding Kim's hair into a tight ponytail as she kept
speaking to her running over and over what Kim should call and tell her
husband when finally 8:35 PM arrived and she dialed the cell phone she
had retrieved from Kim's purse for the her.

Kim was surprised she had gotten the answering machine but left the
message just as Doris had instructed. She told Greg she would be
staying with her old friend Jennifer whom she had meet at the showing
and lived in the bay area. She and Jennifer where going to catch up on
old times and go shopping on Saturday and then to a few galleries and
shows on Sunday. She also told him her battery on the cell phone was
about to die so she was going to shut it off to save what was left as
she hadn't brought a charger. Kim's mind now so confused by Doris
and the drugs she sounded almost giggly on the phone looking forward to
seeing her old friend from school again wondering where she was.

Now with the call made and Doris finished with her hair, Doris had Kim
finish her tea then asked her to strip out of her clothes so Doris
could help her get into her costume.
Unsure why she followed Doris' instructions to the letter, and even
when she heard the door open, she continued removing her clothes. Doris
had asked her to strip out of her dress, shoes, bra and panties, then
turn around.  Having done as she was told she turned, she was surprised
to see the four men from the camera crew still standing there filming.
One of them holding a television camera, the second a high dollar still
camera with the other two men standing behind them, one holding a light
bar,  the other a microphone on a stick, dangling it above Kim's head.

"Oh don't worry Hun, it's all for art." Doris said, as she pulled a
silk red corset around Kim's slender waist.

Kim stood there, staring at the cameras, not sure of what to say, if
anything, her mind in a daze, as Doris pulled the strings of the corset
tightly together cinching it around her stomach. The constant tugging
had drawn her eyes down to her own stomach and chest, drawing them away
from the lenses of the cameras.

She looked down at her own chest jutting proudly out from the corset.
She was now so proud of her chest, she had been so small all her life,
that is up until she had her daughter. Now she worried that since she
was no longer breast feeding her they would lose their size and
firmness.

Giggling to herself she took note of the zippers running down under the
bra cups of the corset, and the knit open front, revealing her tight
flat stomach. She had seen a corset like this in one of the nasty
paintings in the display. Happily she took note that you could see no
stretch marks on her toned belly, as she thought about how good a navel
piercing would look on her sexy stomach.

She stood motionless, and in a trance like state, as Doris finished
putting the corset on her, as the film crew documented the changes. She
twirled around under Doris's hands, as the still camera snapped away.
Stunned by the flashes she quickly moved her hands to her crotch,
nervous about her nakedness. Having Kim stop facing the cameras Doris
pulled a matching garter belt around her shapely hips fastening it in
place. Kim then allowed Doris to show her to a seat, as the older woman
skillfully worked a sheer set of red stockings up Kim's toned legs,
fastening them onto the garters clips.

Kim had also seen the bright red leather boots Doris slipped on her
feet with their six inch heels in several of the paintings she had seen
earlier. They where followed by a matching pair of red latex gloves,
that came to just three inches below her armpits. She inhaled deeply,
trying to make sense of just what she was doing, or more accurately,
what she was allowing to be done to her, as next a thick red leather
collar was clasped around her neck taking the place of her pearls.

As she gave the thought more consideration, Doris removed Kim's
bracelets and took a small electric razor and pushing Kim's legs
apart trimmed the hair around Kim's crotch. In all, the entire
transformation from party dress, to piece of living art, took less than
thirty minutes, before the robe was pulled over Kim's shoulders, and
a shiny red ball gag stuffed between her glossy red lips stuffing her
mouth, and locked into place.

As soon as she felt the tiny padlock clicked into place, locking the
gag into her mouth, Kim trembled knowing that she should have said
something, unsure of just what she had gotten herself into. Doris then
attached a leash to the leather collar around her neck. Pulling on the
leash, she asked Kim if she was ready. Seconds after Kim involuntarily
nodded yes, she began to regret it, as Doris led her out of the room
past the men and camera's, and out of the pool house.

Her stomach turned, as she was led on the leash up the steps to the
stage constructed on the grass just off the patio area. She was led
over to a small area of the stage where there was a large wooden 'X'
frame behind her, and a wooden beam hanging over her. She watched
confused, as Doris dropped the leash, and walked off past a couple of
saw horses, and off the stage.

Kim Warner stood alone on the stage, looking out scared and confused at
the thirty or forty people sitting on the patio, all of them dressed to
the T's, staring up at her. The sun hung low on the horizon, and Kim
felt a cool breeze blowing up under the robe that she was wearing. The
cool air blowing over her exposed crotch sent a chill up her spine, as
her nipples hardened to stiff buds from the air and the shame that she
felt. She looked out over the faces of the guests on the patio, as a
tear welled up in her eye.

She had always been self-conscious, not even comfortable enough to
dance in front of strangers, afraid of what they would think of her.
With the help of her brother-in-law Jimmy, she had worked on her
self-consciousness issues, even dancing on a pool table once, before
her husband had showed up. But she would have never believed that she
could have been talked into doing what she was doing right now. My God,
she thought, what did these people think of her, standing on a stage
covered in a white robe, with a bright red ball gag sticking out of her
mouth. Oh God, what would Greg think, or even worse, Daddy.

Jake sat there watching the scared woman standing on the stage, amazed
at just how easy this had been. He motioned to June, the evening's MC,
to continue while he called his assistant Doris over, and instructed
her to take Kim's clothes to his bedroom, and prepare his guest room
for her. He had invited the artist down, and asked him to bring samples
of his work, to put on display, as he wanted to commission him to do
several pieces for him. He then invited several old friends over to the
show, and hired a few extras, to add to the crowd. He had instructed
them on how to act and mingle, and not to mention anything to him about
his house, or his plans for the evening, while his date was around.


Kim stood perfectly still as the she tried desperately to listen to
what the beautiful women now sharing the stage with her said.

"This is Kim Warner and she has volunteered to model for this very
unique work of art. We have passed out these forms to the crowd here
tonight to decide each of the four poses Kim will be in for our fine
artist to paint, sketch, sculpt and photograph. We have sold each of
these works even before they've been created in a silent auction here
tonight and I am very pleased to announce that all the proceeds will be
donated to charity."  June announced to the applause and cat calls
from the crowd.

"So Kim, Kim Warner you're here of your own free accord and
willingly agree to model and pose in the different forms positions and
poses that these fine people have selected for you?" Kim nodded her
head while listening. "To be forever immortalized in art in the most
sensuous and beautiful of ways? You understand that anything the crowd
has selected will be done for art and charity?" June asked looking to
Kim who was still nodding her head. June continued speaking but Kim was
no longer listening as June described all that may be asked of her.

Jake watched amazed it was just as Doris said even with only a lining
of tiny watch batteries the collar could cause involuntary muscle
spasms, causing Kim to nod her head up and down. He had worried it
might cause Kim to shake her head back and forth or make some other
unknown movement but Doris had assured him it would send a low level
shock through a nerve causing a nodding motion only and that after the
first or second such shock Kim wouldn't even feel it. Doris convinced
him by trying it first on herself and then several of Jakes girlfriends
before this evening. Jake continued pushing the button in his pocket
insuring Kim nodded her agreement to everything June asked her in front
of the many witnesses and cameras.

"and the lovely Mrs. Warner agrees. You remember the safe sign and
safe word you where given earlier and remember we will stop only when
they are used. Now for the results from the crowd."

June looked over and smiled at Kim as Kim looked at her utterly
confused. Kim remembered the gentlemen earlier saying something about a
safe word or signal or something but didn't remember what either was
when she signed a paper about it. Even though the lawyer had spelled it
out very specifically even demonstrating the order she had to blink her
eyes to stop the proceedings she couldn't even remember what she had
to do let alone the order. Unfortunately Kim couldn't remember he had
also told her that no matter what else she might say or yell until she
said the safe word Alaska nothing would stop.

She looked up as a tall well built man walked on the stage wearing a
skin tight pair of black pants and a black leather mask with zippers
over the mouth and only small holes for the eyes. He wore heavy boots
and Kim trembled with fear and apprehension as he approached her. Kim
looked on terrified as he walked past her and took a case handed to him
from off stage and stood behind her.

She was frozen in terror as he slowly moved his hands up her sides and
slid the robe from her shoulders and casually tossed it into the crowd
in front of her. Kim listened to the gasps of the people from the crowd
as she was put on display before them in her outfit.

She had just begun to move her hands to cover her exposed crotch when
the man behind her took hold of her wrists and held them at her sides.
He stood behind her holding her gloved arms still till she no longer
tried moving them.

Still holding her hands he dropped to a knee and then finally released
her hands. He moved his hands down to her thigh and beginning at her
upper thigh moved them down her left leg pulling it away from her right
softly telling her to spread her legs. Kim feeling scared and not
wanting to anger him did just as she was asked while leaving her arms
to her sides.

She felt very uncomfortable and thought she might fall down as he
guided her feet to be almost 3 feet apart. Kim continued to stare out
over the crowd as the masked man attached a medal cuff to her left foot
then sliding over still on his knees did the same to her right. After
cuffing her right foot to the chain holding it apart from the left the
masked man moved his hand up her right leg. As he drew nearer her
exposed crotch Kim tried to pull her feet together to stop him. Her
right foot was stopped by the chain first then the left. Kim could get
her legs less than an inch closer together but managed to lose her
balance trying while drunk and on six inch heels.

Thankfully the mask man sensing she was about to fall grabbed her and
kept her upright
with one hand buried in her crotch and the other around her waist. Kim
squirmed at the intrusion and mumbled her protest into the gag and
grabbed at his hands trying to push them away from her sex.

The mask man still behind her pulled his hand from her crotch and waist
and left her standing legs spread wide for the crowd to see. Kim placed
her hands over her displayed crotch and looked out sheepishly over the
crowd. A full minute passed silently as Kim stood trying to cover
herself before the mask man returned behind her and starting at her
shoulders worked his hands down to her arms to her wrist. He slowly
pulled her hands apart and away from her crotch and then pulled them
behind her back.  Opening her fist he forced her opened hands together
and then held them that way. After another minute of holding her hands
together palm to palm he ordered her not move in his whispery muffled
voice. Releasing her hands he took a piece of Velcro and wrapped it
around her hands fastening it together forcing them to stay that way.
He made his way up her arms to her wrist and with another Velcro strip
fastened them together then up to her elbows with a third as he forced
her elbows closer together behind her back.

She could feel the latex binder being pulled up her already gloved arms
as the binder grew tight and had to be tugged into place just over her
elbows. She coughed roughly into the gag as her chest was pushed
forward cruelly her elbows forced together and now touching one another
behind her back as the masked man tied the sleeve in place.

Kim caught the last of what June was announcing to the crowd as she
heard the rope sliding over the wooden beam above her head. "... and
whipped while she's allowed to stretch and lubricate herself
naturally before the penetrations you've all voted for."

Kim was then drawn back to the man behind her as he looped the rope
around the metal ring on the end of sleeve and pulled her arms up while
forcing her face and chest down. She found herself looking at the
wooden floor below her and noticing the large number of recessed
latches in it as the man behind her tied the rope in place.

She was startled when her pony tailed hair was pulled and a thin rope
tied around the end of her hair then thrown over the beam. It too was
drawn through the loop in her sleeve and after being pulled tight
forced her head up facing the crowd in front of the stage and tied in
place. She was incredibly uncomfortable and in a little pain at this
point as she looked out over the faces in the crowd taking note of the
lack of woman in the group now.

She jumped forward as she felt the cold presence forcing its way into
her crotch from behind. She screamed into her gag as the phallus inched
its way further into her ever so slowly. Looking in front of her she
saw not just one but three camera crews filming her from various
locations and with what peripheral vision she had combined with the
whirring she heard realized another was behind her.

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