This world is a...new world, for me. Never before have I played...with an audience watching...listening - bound, unable to join; gagged, without voice to speak. Helpless and condemned, to just sit...Does the sight please your eye? I have never left a light on when I have played...this spotlight on this stage burns hot. The flush of my skin is unrelated, though my skin is similarly on fire. It's your attention that fans this flame. Just the thought that I, a...submissive...woman, am spread bare before your eyes, and you are the one incapable of stopping me from doing whatever I desire....
It is a power surge.
Addictive.
My nipples harden at the thought. My arms cross under my breasts, red tipped nails pinch along my skin. The tickle spreads goosebumps across my body; my nipples stand even straighter. This is no dream.
A roil of butterflies take flight in my stomach. I close my eyes and tilt my head back, taking a deep breath to still the beating wings. I have no reason to be nervous, I tell myself. It is only you, my captive audience. I smile.
Welcome to the show.
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