Abby 2: Abigail

Chapter 5

My initial embarrassment at standing half-naked in front of a room full of people washed over me as I stood on stage. Doubt filled my mind, wondering if the audience would enjoy our performance as Elizabeth bound my wrists behind me. Of course, they always did.

To get over the initial stage fright, I had learned to focus only on my scene partner. It seemed surreal how at ease I now felt being exposed on stage, and as Elizabeth started, their presence faded into the background. With skill, she wrapped a second length of the rough fabric around my body, beginning the chest harness, forcing a sigh of contentment to escape my lips. This was what I needed.

The crowd faded even further from my thoughts as the jute rope dug into my skin. I closed my eyes and embraced the intensity as Elizabeth's expert hands continued tying the harness with precision. My eyes fluttered, wincing at the mild discomfort as the rope tightened against me. They would leave marks on my skin for a day or two, but it didn't matter to me—I welcomed them and the cathartic release that would follow. With a firm tug on the rope, she secured the twin lines that wrapped around my torso, one above and one below my breasts, intensifying my feeling of submission to her. I plunged deeper into subspace until even my persistent thoughts of Eden were gone, bringing me the escape I had been longing for.

Sensations of pleasure and anticipation coursed through my body as Elizabeth secured the chest harness. The heat of the stage lights warmed my exposed flesh, leaving a slight sheen of sweat. For a moment, I was again aware of the eyes of the crowd watching us. My nipples hardened at their gaze, sending another wave of heat through my body. The exhibitionism was intoxicating, like a drug that fed my ego while also making me feel vulnerable. My old self would have never done something like this. Yet here, in front of tonight's audience, I felt alive.

With my chest bondage secure, Elizabeth started the crotch harness, doubling a new length of rope before wrapping it snug around my waist. Through half-opened eyes, I watched the captivated crowd. Their gazes were fixated on my body, eyes wide with lust and envy, wishing they could take Elizabeth's place. The thought made me smile as Elizabeth passed the free ends through the loop and tied a knot a few inches down. My eyes rolled back as she slipped the two lines between my legs with a sensual grace, eliciting a soft moan from my lips as the knot pressed against my mound.

Next, Elizabeth guided the rope up between the cleft of my ass, meeting the lines running around my waist and tying it off. The feeling as it pressed into my folds made me ache with desire as slick heat pooled between my legs. With meticulous precision, she separated the lengths, taking the rope over my hips and looping each strand through the front.

The increasing tension of the rope pushed the knot against me harder as she shaped it into a captivating diamond pattern over my abdomen with a tug. I gasped at the sensation as my breathing became heavier. Eyes closed, I shut out the crowd again, letting myself fall into the scene. To finish, Elizabeth pulled the ends behind me to create a similar diamond shape, intensifying the sensations coursing through my body.

"Are you alright, Abby?" she asked as she tied off the crotch harness.

I nodded, eyes still closed. "Yes. It's... so good."

Elizabeth smiled. While she wasn't submissive herself, she would sometimes bottom just to experience it from the submissive's point of view. It was a testament to her commitment to continually learning how to be a better Domme.

Her gentle voice reassured me, "You're doing wonderful, Abby. If you are OK, I'm going to start the leg suspension now."

I nodded in response as she anchored my chest harness to a support point hanging from the ceiling, preventing me from falling if I should lose my balance. Elizabeth bent my knee, tying my calf to my thigh and securing it by making several loops between them, cinching the rope. With a single-column tie, she finished by fastening a length around my ankle, looping it through the iron ring and pulling, lifting my leg in the air. Securing the rope to the floor, she left me partially suspended, struggling to balance myself on one leg, reliant on the suspension to hold me up.