Vignette

The light.

I'm tied down, quartered, in a dark room. I hear someone enter, carrying a lantern. The light is turned low so as to obfuscate the visitor. I feel fear, but more excitement as the footsteps approach. The gait and vague outline tells me it's a man. The lantern is attached to a hook hanging over me. Its purpose is solely to light my cunt for all to see.

This guy watches, toys, plays with me. Running fingers on the sides, inside and out, of my clit, teasing it out and in the open.

More people. More fingers, more mouths, all in a vainglorious attempt to show their pure worship of my cunt. Those who make me come are rewarded. Those who cannot are shamed by the man who set up this situation in the first place.