Arms stretched wide, the yoke rested heavily upon her shoulders as she waited on the bed. Her master had stripped her and fastened her into the massive wooden contraption of black wood and bass locks shortly after her appearance in the darkened room.
She had been sitting there over an hour in the sexually charged atmosphere. Her firm breasts acting as beacons as strangers came up to gaze at her golden hair and exposed body.
But now she was the focus of attention as he led her to the center of the room and positioned her within the steel framework. He turned her over to the stranger who secured her yoke to the frame, forcing her to stand erect and exposed in front of the intimate crowd of on lookers
Only her white bikini panties remained as protection from the peering eyes. Her master ordered them removed.
The stranger pulled her legs apart and purposefully tied each ankle to the corners of the frame.
By now her master was gone and she was being manipulated by the stranger.
A photographer hovered about recording every detail. The continual popping of the flash intermixed with the murmurs of the crowd as the stranger's hands moved across her body in unconventional, yet stimulating patterns.
Knots and cords pressed upon her most sensitive parts. The stranger wove rope into her hair and drew her head upward. He pulled her body into the position he wanted.
Each brush of the strangers hands across her nipples sent signals coursing through her body. The stranger grabbed onto one and applied pressure. Uncertainty, arousal, pain, shock and concern were but a few of the emotions that ratcheted through her as he pressed harder and harder.
She responded - she had no choice.
The photographer shot.
The audience watched.
