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“Oh, come on,” she said, “that’s not even tight yet.”

She made two more turns around my boob. She drew each one a little tighter than the one before, the paracord having enough friction against itself that each wrap stayed as tight as she was pulling them. Once the first boob had a few wraps around it, she drew the rope across to my other boob and gave it the same treatment. With a sharp pair of shears, she cut the extra rope off, leaving herself just enough to do a couple of twists around the taut piece of rope that ran between my boobs, making the rope tidy and securely fastened.

My breasts now formed tight globes, protruding quite dramatically due to my pulled-back arms, which had thrust my chest out a fair amount to begin with. Shari gave each one a squeeze, testing how firm the ropes had made them, and gave a little “hmmm” noise with each painful squeeze.

“Hope that’s how tight Damon wanted them,” she said, giving me a bright smile. She gave my left boob one more squeeze, then went back to handing out Roped Up pens to the masses gathering up booth freebies.

The people that came by the booth now seemed to spend a little more time staring at me than they did before, and more of it was spent staring at my boobs, versus my exposed pussy. I guess most of them had seen a girl’s pussy before, but few of them had seen a girl’s boobs tied up. Tied up in-person, that is. And even if they had, they probably weren’t tied up quite as tightly as Shari had tied mine. I loved it when I could do something slutty and turn them on.

They had just started to go from red to the slightest hint of purple when Damon came by to see how things were going. He knew about the “no purple boobs” rule that we had added due to previous clients getting a little carried away, and he told one of the booth guys to untie them.

The attendees that were watching as my tightly-bound boobies were set free got to hear me moaning loudly into the ball-gag as the blood rushed back into them, something else I bet they’d never seen in person.

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The color of my boobs had long since returned to normal when Damon came by again.

He said pensively, “I’ve been watching how people look at you. I know you aren’t, like, glaring at them or anything, but I think some of them feel a little awkward that you can look back at them while they look at you. Let’s add a blindfold.”

A moment later Shari came over and handed him a very nice looking, bright red blindfold. He placed it over my eyes, with the elastic band securing it firmly to my head. I could see little slivers of light at the bottom, but that was it.

“Going to have Shari make you shinier, too,” he said quietly.

I had no idea what that meant, but a minute later I jumped as hands touched the tips of my breasts.

“Sorry if this is cold,” Shari said.

Her hands were slick with some sort of light oil, and she spent more time applying it to my nipples than was strictly necessary, before she moved on to cover the rest of my boobs. Then she worked her way up each arm, gently rubbing and caressing me in a way that was more sensual than sexual. She even did my back, despite only my front really being visible. I’m not sure if that was for her, or for me, but I certainly enjoyed it.

My upper body covered, she moved to my legs, working her way up from my ankles, then my butt. She trailed a finger teasingly between my ass cheeks, and I expected her to slip her well-lubricated finger into my asshole, but she just teased around it. I was quietly moaning by the time her fingers traced along my hips, and around to my pubic mound. She took her time applying oil to my pussy lips, and I was sure that we had drawn a pretty good audience, but the blindfold kept me from seeing if that was true or not.

My quiet moans became loader as she slid a couple of her slender fingers into me, and worked them around for a few seconds before withdrawing.

“Sorry, I just couldn’t resist,” she whispered in my ear, “you have such a cute little pussy.”

I moaned again — out of frustration this time — at the sudden loss of her sensual touching and rubbing.

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