Shinys Humiliation Game

Crotchrope Posture Training
Shiny’s cruel smile grew wider as he inspected his handiwork. Gorgeous Naomi stood submissively in his living room, a vision in her silky red leotard hugging her curves and opaque black tights. Her bondage was tight and unyielding. Her arms were pulled tightly behind her back, bound at her torso and wrists. Her shapely legs were banded together from ankles to thighs, making her stand balanced on her clumsy high heels. A rope body harness encircled her torso, the ropes digging into her. And most delightfully, a crotchrope disappeared between her legs, no doubt nestled against her most intimate places. Shiny walked around her, taking in the delightful sight from every angle. “Mmm, perfect posture..” he whispered in her ear. “You’re learning your place.” He reached out to give her rear a squeeze. “And it looks like you’re enjoying the training too.” Naomi squirmed against her bonds, the crotchrope clearly stimulating her. Her muffled protests through her silk cleave gag only seemed to urge Shiny on. He chuckled darkly. “What was that, my naughty one? You want more?” Keeping one hand on her hip, he used the other to push her off balance. Naomi swayed and contorted, trying to right herself without falling. Each movement made the ropes dig into her soft flesh. The crotchrope pulled and twisted between her legs, sending jolts to her core. Shiny circled her, pushing and shoving, enjoying how she had to struggle to maintain her balance. He watched her wrists and ankles flex uselessly against the ropes. Her back arched, tightening the ropes around her. All the while, her body betrayed her arousal, nipples hard and a damp spot forming on her leotard. “Oh you like that, don’t you? Stumbling around, helpless and aroused,” Shiny taunted. He grabbed her chin, pulling her face to meet his eyes. “You’re a natural born slut. You live for this humiliation.” Naomi’s eyes glimmered with unshed tears above her gag. But Shiny knew from experience that was from frustrated pleasure as much as discomfort. He gave her a condescending pat on the head. “Good girl. Now hold that perfect posture, or else that crotchrope will only get tighter. Wouldn’t want you to be too comfortable…” With a final chuckle, he left her tethered, a bound sex toy for his viewing pleasure.