EXHIBITIONISM

by Carly
I can't believe that for the first six months Craig didn't even know my real name. I once bought this real sexy short skirt of see-through red and black lace. My girlfriend said "Looks great Carly, but you need to lose the black stretch pants you're wearing underneath it." And this site! No way. Now look at me. I'm this industrial bondage bitch that loves public humiliation and having you watch as Craig violates me in every way imaginable. I had been going to fetish events for years before I met Craig. I was the unbound girl sitting in the corner with all her clothes on smoking a cigarette and chatting with friends. So what happened? Well, I met Craig obviously and he pulls out the sexy person in me. But who knows - I probably would have ended up here at any rate. I love to wear a sheer scarf with a skirt to dinner. I get all excited parading around in sheer dresses, low cleavage, short skirts and too high heels. It's the bondage that does it. It makes me feel special, sexy and unique. Not a lot of girls will do what I will do and I like to show it off. I also do it because I don't want any regrets. I want to be able to say I've done it all - or at least given it a good try. I wasn't always such an exhibitionist. At first I wouldn't let anyone see me - even Craig. I would only let him tie me up when we were alone. I didn't even want my roommate to see us, and we went through all sorts of elaborate maneuvering to insure that no-one saw me. But eventually we started gong to public dungeons. Craig, of course, wanted to tie me up. The first time we picked an out of the way spot. I was wearing a short black & white top and skirt and he tied me to a railing on an upper balcony. I doubt anyone noticed. {Yes they did - Craig} As time passed we became more bold, moving from the corners to the center of the room. We did small but erotic things - hands bound behind my back, perhaps a rope dress. Eventually I lost my inhibitions and bared both my body and emotions. I can't remember the exact circumstances and it is hard to explain. Sometimes I was proud of what I was doing and wanted to show off. Other times I was deeply humiliated as Craig forced me to do things that I didn't want to do, things that good girls like me could never even imagine. In any event the decision is rarely mine. I give Craig control and he makes me go where I wouldn't normally choose to go. I remember well the first time I was nude in public. We were at a very classy dungeon and Craig tied me to a cross - facing outward. He removed my top - exposing my tits to a room full of friends and strangers alike. I wanted to expand my horizons - only topless. I felt like I looked drop dead gorgeous. I think my friends were astonished. One who knew me from all those days of when I used to sit in the corner commented that I had certainly come along way. I felt great. When we first started taking pictures there was no way I would allow face shots much less nudity. Now I don't mind any of that and I'm the one pushing Craig to put up the ever more raw ones, .... (although I don't mind it if he distorts my appearance now and then by putting a hook into my nose or shoving his cock into my mouth) I guess any illusions of bashfulness were dispelled one day at a bondage convention. The hostess asked us to put on a demonstration on stage. I hesitated and became more and more apprehensive as our time approached. But I ended up on stage, topless wearing only panties and high heels, my tits crushed by a breast press. I was helplessly bound, my mouth jacked wide open with a spreader that Craig had made. Later in the public dungeon I found myself tied to a post, once again nude except for panties and heels. When I opened my eyes I found people smiling and winking at me, acknowledging how good the scene looked. I felt super attractive. It was one of our best public scenes ever. But not all public scenes are light hearted. On one occasion Craig put me in a cage in a very crowded public dungeon. It was a very small cage and I was forced to sit on a small stool in the middle of it with my head protruding through the top, immobilized by a sliding mechanism. The problem was that Craig further tied me in a very stressful position with my legs spread. Although Craig checked on me quite often I felt abandoned. The music got to me and I cried. I staid there quite a while and, I'm told, attracted lots of attention. Sometimes Craig will do a lot more than exhibit me, and the scenes can get pretty rough. I'm often in so much pain or so scared I zone out and don't even know others are present. I remember an occasion when I was strapped into a metal chair with my legs wide spread. I was wearing a PVC dress that was high cut on the sides and low cut in the front. Craig whipped both the inside and outside of my thighs with a single tail whip. Shit it hurt good. Thank god he didn't hit my cunt. Sometimes Craig gets me so emotionally twisted up that I cry. Craig told me about one time that I was crying so hard after a flogging that he had to explain to people that I really was really OK. I was so zoned out I don't even remember it happening. Some public encounters get pretty erotic. One time I was tied spread between two pillars while Craig whipped me and stimulated me in other ways. (Read Craig's rendition of an August Weekend to see what I mean.) I knew my girlfriend and her husband were watching us when we started, but by the time Craig took me down they were gone. She told me later the scene was too hot and they had to go home & fuck. I love that. There are still a lot of things we keep private, and I haven't been fucked in front of others yet (although I've sure orgasmed plenty). But if Craig has his way .......