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I awoke with a start, remembering the night before, the first night of our “new lifestyle”, as Mark had termed it. Oh, God, what had I done? And where was this going? I tried to move and found that my wrists were still tied together and secured to the headboard. Yes, I had let him tie me up like this, except the last I had remembered my legs had also been secured to the footboard, one ankle to each side so my legs were obscenely spread. And the webcam, oh damn, the webcam had been on and I remembered that I had heard the “beeps” from the computer that announced someone had entered the chatroom. Oh, God, how many people had seen what Mark had done to me? Then I reddened recalling the Four Seasons restaurant and the public humility of being brought to orgasm by Marks’ hand while seated in a public restaurant and with other diners seated all around us. And they had stared, the women with fierce looks and the men smiling and laughing. I had sat there with my legs spread wide while Mark diddled me with his fingers, rubbing my slit and my clit until I lost control and came. I managed to sit up facing the headboard and examined the bonds holding me from leaving the bed. The lock was a cheap small padlock, but enough to keep me from pulling it apart and leaving. I looked toward the headboard and noticed that there, as well, was a small padlock. My eyes scanned the nightstands but no key was visible. Suddenly the door opened and Mark was there with a tray in his hands. ‘Breakfast in bed?’ I thought to myself. ‘So what did I do to deserve this?’ “Toast, eggs, yogurt and ham,” Mark stated as he walked across the room and placed the tray on the nightstand. He reached into his pocket and extracted the key that I had been searching for. He released my hands and examined my wrists where the binding material had been secured. “No marks, as advertised.” I was still naked and fully aware of my condition. I rubbed my wrists with my hands in front of my breasts trying to cover myself as best I could. “Can I dress for breakfast?’ “No baby, I want you like you are for a while longer. It’s Saturday and there is no need for you to be dressed.” He smiled the entire time he had spoke, his eyes running up and down my body. “I may want to repeat a little of last night before the day is out and I want you ready for me as well.” He then motioned with his hand for me to move to the side of the bed to eat the breakfast he had prepared. “You need to renew your energy, get some fuel in your body, you expended a lot of it last night.” Again my mind flew back to the evening before. We had returned from the restaurant and had come directly to the bedroom where Mark had shown me the “toys” he had bought for me. There had been the expected bursa escort toys, the vibrator and dildo, and unexpected items as well. The wrist and ankle restraints had not been expected. I’m not sure why he had bought the lingerie either as it had not come into play last evening. It had started normally enough with Mark using the dildo on me. He had stripped me naked and had me lie on my back on the bed with my legs spread wide so he could sit between my knees. The dildo had been stroked over every inch of my body between my neck and my knees, it had been surprisingly erotic to watch as it glided over my lower belly, between my outstretched thighs,over my hard clit and through the juices leaking from my sex. He had made sure that I noticed when it was over my butt hole, applying just a little pressure and asking if I thought I would enjoy something up there. I didn’t answer, I was scared of what words might slip from my lips. He had done a similar dance with the vibrator as well, with the tingling sensation causing more juice to slip from my womb. All the time he was playing, Mark was recounting to me what had happened in the restaurant, verbalizing the looks on the other customers’ faces as they stared and saw my splayed legs under the table and his fingers penetrating my body. He had told me how they had pointed and talked, made up their conversations for me. He told me how the women appeared upset, but they were really jealous that they were not in my place. The men, he said, were grateful to look upon my sex and see me squirm around in ecstasy. I came as soon as the vibrator finally touched my engorged clit, my mind exploding in bright colors, reds and yellows of passion, my juices gushing out over the bed sheets and the rubber toy that caused the outburst from my womb. I continued to squirm and flail about while he held the vibrating menace on my pulsing clit for what seemed like an hour but was actually just a few seconds. I was out of breath and lay there panting until my heartbeat slowed. I felt dead tired and soon dozed off, Mark still between my knees looking at my crotch and breasts. I awoke gently when the wrist restraints were being tightened on both my arms. I tried to roll over to see what Mark was doing as he raised my arms up above my head but my ankles were already tied to the corners of the footboard. He secured my arms so they were not tight, my hands were just above my head and out of the way, unusable to cover my private areas or to fight him off. “It’s time you made an entrance on the internet,” he stated to me matter-of-factly. Mark moved a nightstand to the end of the bed and I saw that our laptop with the webcam was on the top of it. He already had the webcam on bursa escort bayan and I could see that I was framed in the screen from below my knees up. My quim was center, my pubic hair spread out and the lips of my sex easily visible on the high definition screen. “You’re online and since it is a free site I expect you will soon have some visitors,” Mark said as he took a seat beside the bed and out of the picture. He placed a pillow under my head so I could more easily view the screen. I wriggled around a bit, trying to get my ankles free but it was hopeless, he had spent some money on the restraints and they were of a good quality that were not easily broken nor escaped from. I was beginning to get worried when I heard the first “beep” announcing a viewer. Mark just sat back, knowing that someone was looking into my sex and doing who knows what on the other end of the internet line that connected him to my image. “Mark, please, I don’t know if I want this right now,” I pleaded with him. “What if a neighbor or a co-worker find this site?” “Not to worry, the site can only be accessed by people who are in other states.” Oh, lord, now I had no reason to complain. Who would recognize me if they were from another state? Oh, no, what had I agreed to here? I squirmed again, this time with my hands as well as my legs but still to no avail, my restraints were stronger than me. “Hi,” I heard from the computer speakers! No, he had it set up so that whatever was said would also go out and people watching could speak! Thoughts of fear and panic began taking over but I could do nothing about the situation. “I like you, you’re pussy looks wet and open, are you wanting something in there?” the voice asked. “Answer him” Mark ordered from the bedside. I just turned and stared at Mark. Could he really want me to interact with whoever it was on the other screen, the pervert that was staring at my pussy and asking me if I wanted sex? Did he really think this experience would be positive? “Answer him” he again ordered, this time his voice much more forceful. “Um, well, um, I’m not sure right now, this is kind of new to me.” I said with as much confidence as I could find, my eyes still staring into Marks’ face. I was sure that the pervert on the other screen could tell that I was nervous and humiliated by the way that I had stuttered through my answer. Another “beep” was heard. Now two people were looking at me. I reddened as I realized there was nothing for me to do to escape this humiliation. Then Mark began, “Debra,” which was not my real name, “enjoys being exposed in public. This is her first time on the internet though. She needed a little coaxing to stay on the bed and in the cameras view, so escort bursa I had to tie her ankles and wrists. Once we get enough viewers I plan on using some toys on her.” I wanted to scream out ‘NO’ but I knew that I had given my word and had bragged that I could go along with anything that Mark wanted to do to me. Oh, how I wished that I had never uttered those words. The restaurant was one thing, there I had drunk numerous glasses of wine and was relaxed from the alcohol. Now the alcohol had left my system and I was in control of all my faculties. The computer started beeping up a storm and within three minutes I saw that the number of viewers was maxed out at thirty. Yes, thirty people now had a view of me that few had ever had before. I was blushing uncontrollably when Mark stood up and announced that the show was to begin but if anyone were to leave then it would stop until the room was at max capacity again. “Not to worry, no one is going to leave” was answered from the speakers. Mark moved onto the bed and placed the dildo and the vibrator on the sheets between my legs. “I’ll start with my hands and use the toys later” he announced to the crowd. He then put a hand on my belly, rubbing my muscles gently and stroking me from my waist to the bottom of my breasts. He knew I enjoyed this, I enjoyed his hands on me, his light touches teasing my hot skin, rubbing me in those places that excited me to the point of making my juices run but not allowing me to cum. He used both hands, one near my breasts and the other touching the top of my pubic hair, pressing on my pubic bone and exposing my clit from the hood as it filled with blood in response, never touching me in a way to give me release. I could feel the sexual need build even as the computer erupted with comments from the viewers. I couldn’t forget they were there, and I’m not sure I really wanted to, but I couldn’t stop my body from reacting either. I began to revel in the comments that I heard coming from our voyeurs at the end of the bed. It was only minutes when I felt the first drop of juice leak from me and roll down between my ass cheeks and onto my butt hole. “OH, sweet, a juicer” I heard exclaimed in the metallic tone of the cheap laptop speakers. I felt my breathing quicken as the tease continued. Mark was looking at my face and smiled, whispering to me that he was going to give me a great orgasm for all to see. His hands moved to my sides, stroking my breasts and wrapping up over my chest and down again to my stomach. He teased my boobs for five minutes without ever touching my nipples which grew and grew until they were extended about three-quarters of an inch, hard nubs on each boob, testaments to the excitement he was giving me. “Check out the nipples, pull on them,” was a repeated comment ignored by my teaser. Mark stopped and reached between my legs, he placed the point of the dildo against my sex and then moved back to my chest, resuming his rubbing and stroking of my boobs.