As Brody crawled along the paved streets, so did his skin. Thousands of people had seen Claire's feminine creation by now, but he had always been safely behind a webcam and someone's screen. Now he was exposed for all the world to see. Real life was not like an OnlyFemmes profile. He was not there purely for those willing to pay to enjoy him. He was there for the angry glares, the disapproving stares, the tuts, the head-shakes – all as Lady Radius half-guided, half-dragged his bound body across the town square.
She had started by reaching under his pathetic maid's dress and grabbing him by his shrivelled manhood. The hormones had made him weak but the months of non-stop humiliation and self-degradation had made him weaker and he was no match for the powerful woman. She had pulled the uniform up over his head and pushed him forward onto the bed while he still tried to nurse his throbbing genitals. A few hard swats on the ass from the leather riding crop followed and then the dress was up over his head completely. Lady Radius pushed a knee painfully in his back began to use a long piece of rope to bind his arms behind his back – even adding the humiliating detail of looping it around his soft hormone induced breasts.
Once he was firmly secured, the domina rolled him onto his back and struck him directly between the legs with the riding crop. The black satin panties offered little protection and with his arms beneath him, he was completely powerless to defend himself and simply lay their trembling as the vicious woman pulled firstly a pair of stockings up to his thighs and then some over the knee leather boots. She yanked him off the bed and he quickly realised the heels were far too high for him to walk in, but that was clearly the point as Lady Radius dragged him on his knees across the hotel's dingy carpet.
Once in the street, Brody was thankful for the uncomfortable boots as at least the leather protected his knees as he was hauled relentlessly across the city. He didn't know how long they would continue on like this, but clearly he was being taken somewhere. Lady Radius's home? Her dungeon?! A sick feeling entered his stomach. Would she be taking him on public transport? Like this?! The stares from the street were bad enough – close up would be unbearable. His head dropped in shame and his mistress gave with a swat with the crop to make him keep the pace. Wherever they were going wouldn't be good. He had the feeling this was the most comfortable it was going to get, even with the unsuspected buttplug Lady Radius has rammed in his ass during their trip down the hotel elevator.
The terms of his sister's bounty ad played over and over in his head - NO SAFEWORDS. NO MERCY. NO SAFEWORDS. NO MERCY. NO SAFEWORDS. NO MERCY!!! Lady Radius was truly the victorious domme, yet there was no way he could pay her prize. He chanced a look at her scowling face just as she pressed a heel into his fleshy exposed asscheek. Somehow, he didn't think she would take the news well...
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