Blog : Main show part two

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7/11/2023 11:37 pm

Main show part two

As I walked to my car I heard footsteps coming up behind me. Not strange in a large parking garage, but it was late, dark and the footsteps approached faster than reasonable. I looked back and at the same moment the sound stopped. My heart was pounding in my throat now and I tried to reassure myself. "Don't pretend, just someone who arrived at his car," it didn't help much. By now I had arrived at my car. I already had my keys in my hand and opened the lock. As soon as I open the door I hear a cough. I look up to see a man standing next to me. He smiles kindly and tells me that I can come with him to his car (!). ′′ I didn't think so ′′ I say and with a beating heart I get into my car. "We thought so" I hear behind me and immediately I am grabbed by a second man and pulled out of the car. The first pulls a bag from somewhere and pulls it over my head. I struggle violently and try to scream. The bag muffles all sound, however, and despite my struggle, the second man clicks a pair of handcuffs on me. Within a minute I'm bound and blindfolded in another car. The car starts moving and I'm terrified. Sweating profusely in the bag, I begin to worry about suffocating. Fortunately, the bag is removed fairly quickly. Next to me in the backseat is the first man. He still looks at me kindly. "Listen," he says. “Remember when you had a conversation with your friend about fantasies and such?” Something dawned on me. “This is the big moment,” he continues. We represent a company that realizes all kinds of wishes and desires. You should have agreed on a code word with your friend. Is that right?” He gave me plenty of time to let things sink in. I was still thinking about his opening statements, and it took a while for his question to sink in. "yes" I said. “Do you remember what it was?” After thinking for a long time, “Redstop…?” I asked hesitantly. "Right, Good. If you say that word, at any time, it will end and we will bring you home neatly. Your car is already on its way there and your friend is aware of everything. You can call him now if you want." He handed me a cell phone with a questioning look. I rattled my handcuffs and looked back reproachfully. "Sorry," he said, "promise you won't do crazy things?" I nodded whereupon my hands were released and I was able to call. Marc immediately answered, 'How are you, honey? Are you going through with it? Didn't they hurt you?" He fired off lots of questions, but so did I. After fifteen minutes everything was clear to everyone and we hung up.

At the same time, I decided to see what awaited me. A black hood was pulled over my head, leaving my nose and mouth free. My hands were cuffed behind me again and I waited. After an hour of driving I had to get out and I was led through all kinds of rooms and stairs to finally end up behind a kind of curtain behind which a loud shouting sounded…. With a shock I returned to reality. The cheers came back to me and I heard the crowd screaming for my pants. I thanked the hood over my head for the anonymity and protection. The ringmaster hurled the crowd further and asked my guards to show me off. I was lifted and carried closer to the audience. I almost felt the sound. I was turned around and again. My breasts were shown. I imagined feeling the drool splashing against it. The guards squeezed my breasts and shook them back and forth. The frenzied crowd (there must have been hundreds) clamored for more. And they got that. My guards pulled me back slightly and turned my back to the audience. The speaker gave a signal and immediately I was bent over. My struggling was just a futility. I had nothing to say against four strong hands.

They pushed me forward and the speaker moved closer as he spoke. Soon I felt his hand stroking my buttocks again. 'What do you think about this? Do you like it?' Yelling and shouting: 'Pants off, Pants off, Pants off'. 'What do you say?'. "PANTS OFF, PANTS OFF!".

I heard some roll onto the stage. I was lifted up and placed on a platform. My hands were loosened. I immediately tried to tear myself away but in vain. each guard pulled up one of my hands and secured them in a shackle. I sat in a kind of frame with my hands high in the air. My ankles were tied to a kind of horizontal bar. I couldn't kick either, just stand still. The frame was apparently on wheels because I felt myself being spun around and shown off like at a cattle fair. The crowd was still roaring for my pants. The speaker approached, cutting the air with his scissors. Although I was wearing sturdy jeans, the scissors had no problem with it. Like my blouse, the legs, front and back, were cut in long strips from bottom to top. Only my belt held up the loose pieces. Through the shreds I knew, my slip was now clearly visible. Of course I was wearing a thong just that day. Again I was shown and driven back and forth.

The guards kept stopping the cart abruptly so that my shreds of clothing rocked sideways. The audience was going crazy. The answer was not surprising. Again the scissors came and now my slip was completely cut away. the guards, meanwhile, removed my shoes and stockings. I was now almost naked on stage with my back to the audience who had a clear view of my butt between the strips of denim. I felt wind on my body. A fan or something like that fluttered the strips of fabric from my trousers and blouse to the side, giving the public a wide view of me. Then I was slowly spun around again and driven back and forth to each corner of the stage. I was shown in detail and the audience screamed even louder for more. Meanwhile, the speaker continued to praise me.

“Look at those tits guys, ever seen such beautiful ones? Watch those buttocks! Small pats on my buttocks made my tight buttocks shake. And what about that Pussy? Nice shave, right?” I felt a hand slide down my runway. Involuntarily I pulled my stomach in and ass back. The code word flashed through my mind. 'Then say it, then say it!' I thought, but another piece thought: 'Wait a minute, look at it...'. The audience completely drowned out the speaker. Apparently he had drawn his scissors again because I felt the remnants of the blouse slide off me, followed a moment later by the shreds that once formed my trousers. I was now completely naked. Only my belt was still around my waist.


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