Your friend gets you to wear a sheer top and crotchless pants at a fashion show and you end up on stage blindfolded and eventually taken.

I hand you the box and you take out the contents: Tight black leather pants open at the crotch and a totally sheer long-sleeve top with velvet cuffs. 

“I can’t wear this, what is she thinking?” you say turning red-faced with embarrassment

“Well as you know she doesn’t have enough stage time or models to show off every item she’s designed so she’s asked her closest friends to wear some of her other outfits. We also have a coat you can wear to cover up some of your private bits. It’s mostly open in front but there’s a clasp at the bottom that only hints that the pants are crotchless.”

You sigh. Julianne IS one of your best friends and you do like to support her fashion design business.  And, she did give you a free ticket to the fashion show gala tonight. But this outfit was still far racier than you ever expected. 

“I really can’t do this,” you say.  

You look up at me and can see the disappointment on my face. It suddenly hits you, and I was excited to see you in it. I was Julianne’s photographer and you knew me well enough to know I had taken photos of some of the most famous models. But as you looked into my eyes they betrayed the fact that I really wanted to see you in such a skimpy outfit.

“Look,” I say. “I know it’s pretty daring, but after all – who’s going to see you? Besides, It’s going to be kind of a fantasy fetish night and the women on the runway will be wearing similar outfits. No one is going to judge you.”

“I don’t exactly have a model’s body”, you counter.

“You’re right,” I reply. “Yours is much hotter. Much, more feminine. What do you say? After all, You can wear the coat over it plus the lights in the audience will be low. Besides, Think of how sexy you’ll feel.”

Several hours later you find yourself parking at the event center wearing exactly what you’ve been given. Your heart has been pounding for the entire trip. What changed your mind? You wondered. Then you were honest with yourself. I have changed your mind. The thought of turning me on was driving you to the edge of desire. 

But, you were still nervous. You had no idea how the evening would turn out. You were about to get out of the car and noticed a couple in typical evening dress next to you. You realized you’d be flashing your pussy the moment you opened your legs. 

You wait until they’re inside. Then you take a deep breath and go in.

As you walk through the hallway to the ballroom, all eyes are on you. Some men stare while others try to act nonchalant, waiting to take strategic peaks when you’re not looking.  The women beam with surprise at your daring. You feel like a movie star. But you’re still shaking, be it ever so slightly. 

As you walk INTO the ballroom you relax a bit more as you feel less the center of attention. The overhead lights are low and the stage lights are on, flashing and pulsating along with the sensual music echoing from the speakers.

“Hey, you look fantastic.” You turn around and see me with my camera. “Give me a pose or two,” you hear me say. Feeling more confident now that you’re awash in music and darkness, you place your hands on your hips and strike a few poses. As the flash goes off, you realize the photos themselves will not be dark. Just how much have you been showing off to me?

“Fuck you look absolutely incredible,” I say. 

Something makes you look down towards my tight dress pants as one of the beams of light catches it. You’re sure it’s a bulge. And a significant one at that. You start to feel a tingle between your legs.

Feeling both embarrassed and turned on by my interest in you, you stop posing and then laugh. “Okay, enough photography for now. Let me get used to this outfit.”

A call for people to be seated fills the room as the elite take their seats on either side of the long runway. You stand at the back for now, trying to blend into the darkness. It’s one thing for me to see this side of you, it’s quite another for an audience of a few hundred.

A waiter walks by with a Prosecco on a tray and you take it. The cool bubbles begin to relax you. Then you feel a tap on your shoulder and someone mentioning your name.

“Yes?” you ask, looking at a young lady in a revealing outfit. 

“Julianne sent me to grab your coat. They want me to wear it on the runway.”

You look around to see if you find your friend. “But,” you hear yourself say. “You can’t… It’s the only thing keeping me from exposing myself.”

The girl looks at you as if you’re speaking a different language.

“Look around you sweetie, no one is going to get arrested for showing skin tonight. And I really need that coat. I’m just about to go on. ”

Your whole body flushes and you feel very warm. Is it the prosecco? Is the embarrassment of being revealed like this? Is it the fact you’re turned on at knowing what you’ll have to do? 

Before you can answer, the girl unhooks the bottom of the coat and takes it off your shoulders. You switch hands with the wine so she can remove it before she runs away. A second later you shout to her to bring it back as soon as she can, but you’re not sure if she has heard you.

The show has started and the announcer begins to introduce each outfit. Some are daring and others outright kinky. You look around to see if anyone is staring at you. At least two men also standing back near the wall glance at you with approving eyes. One even raises his glass to you. Before you can think, you raise yours out of politeness, then worry that you’re giving them the wrong type of signs. In fact, your heart begins to race. You see him move towards you at the same time a backlight beams on you giving him a prime view of your tits and pussy. 

You freeze not knowing what to do, when you feel someone grab your arm. It’s your friend Juliane. 

“I don’t have much time, but I need to ask you a really important favour. The companion outfit to yours just got damaged.We can’t use it. It’s a key piece in my overall design aesthetic for the show. I need you to model this onstage and we need to do it now.”

“What do you mean?” you ask. “I’m not a model.”

“I know. But I made this outfit to fit you specifically. It will look terrible on anyone else.”

She grabs your arm and you both rush to the side of the stage. I’m there at the prep table and as soon as I see you coming towards me I begin taking pictures. You know I’ll be enjoying them later. 

But now you have more pressing concerns. You look around to see if your coat has been returned, but Julianne and I grab your arms and legs and fasten something to you. They are handcuffs and ankle cuffs. 

The growing kinkiness of the situation is turning you on. Your feet are lifted and shiny black heels are slid on expertly and quickly. A beefy blonde man, obviously a model,  in leather pants and vest appears in front of you and is given something to hold. It’s a leash. They slip the collar around your neck. 

“Lars knows what to do. Just listen to his instructions. He’ll make sure you make it to the end of the runway and back.” Before you can ask the obvious question, a thick velvet blindfold is slid over your face blocking your vision. 

Lars moves slowly and keeps the leash tight. “Two steps up,” he says as you mount the stage. You begin to walk on the ramp towards the runway. “Turn ninety degrees and keep going slow,” says the voice. He sounds like a German ship captain. 

“And now among the sexiest creations of the evening are these…” You hear the announcer say. In fact, they’re the only words you’ll actually remember. All of your focus is on walking in the heels and not falling over or off the stage.

You feel the heat of the bright lights on your practically naked body and hear some of the gasps from the crowd. 300 people are taking you in with their eyes. There’s no coat. Just you, a totally sheer dress perfectly supporting your gorgeous tits, your pussy bare to the world and the sound of the handcuffs and ankle cuffs on you clanking as you walk. You’re blindfolded, leashed and being paraded in front of the beautiful people. The wealthy men and their trophy wives. People who want for nothing, who now want nothing but YOU.

You try to visualize how you must look from the audience and then realize you won’t have to. You hear the clicks of the cameras and remember it’s being video recorded as well. You’ll get to relive this moment whenever you want. You feel your tits bouncing as you walk, remembering you are bustier than any of the models that have been onstage tonight.

All this, plus being blindfolded and leashed is making you swim. You feel one drop and then another roll down your leg and wonder if the audience can see it. Surely the ones in the front rows can. 

Lars tells you to turn around and you do, which is when the applause begins to rise. Is it for the outfit or for you? Most likely it’s you IN the outfit. You feel yourself stand a little straighter, and walk a little more provocatively, swinging your ass in those tight leather pants, and allowing your tits to bounce just a little more than they did on your trip down the runway.

Only now do you wonder what your next move will be? You’re incredibly horny and turned on. You’re dying to play with yourself. You must find somewhere to do that. 

Getting to the end of the runway, the lights cease their warm caress as the voice announces the end of the show. The roar of the crowd is deafening now.  Lars stops and you do too. You go to take the mask off but feel a hand stopping you. It’s me.

“Don’t take it off just yet,” you hear me say. “Come with me instead..”

I grab your leash and walk slowly so you can keep up. You hear a door open and feel the cool air of the hallway, and then another door.  You’re in a small room, you can tell from the acoustics and the sound of my breathing. 

“You were fucking fantastic gorgeous,” you hear me say. “That was the hottest thing I’ve ever seen in my whole career. The absolute hottest. Every single guy here has a huge fucking erection right now and the women all wish they were you.”

You feel my hands on your shoulders, I’m right in front of you. You’re so incredibly turned on and still wearing the mask. I pause for a moment and you hear my breathing close to you. You purse your lips for a kiss and it’s perfect timing. 

“Are you as turned on as I am?” I ask. You nod your head.

Why don’t I help you with that, I say. “Did it turn you on being naked with all those strangers?”

Yes.

“I have some people out there who would like to express their appreciation. Can I let them in?”

You nod.

“But before I do that, I need, you to be prepared,” I say. “Move over just a little to your right.” 

Still blindfolded and in darkness, you comply. You feel me take your wrists, raise them and then hear a clinking sound. You’re handcuffed to something above you. Then I spread your feet and you hear another round of the metal connections snapping together. You’re stretched out in the shape of an  X with your arms and legs apart.  You feel powerful like a sexual goddess.

You feel my hand against your breast as I kiss you passionately once again. 

“That was a brave act and I’m very proud of you. I want you to get a wonderful reward in return”. 

You hear me walk to the door and open it. There’s a shuffle of footsteps as you hear both men’s and women’s shoes enter the room. Other than myself you don’t know who they are, their backgrounds, their marital status. Not even how they look. 

“You have five minutes folks,” you hear me say to them. “I want you to express your appreciation of this fine and brave example of sexual womanhood.”

You feel a woman’s hands begin to gently roll up your sheer top to expose your tits to the air. You feel her lips on you.  A man grips your ass a different one kisses you with his hand on your second prest. Then there’s the woman’s palm on your pussy. Whether it’s the same woman who pulled up your top, you don’t know.  

You hear my voice whisper in your ear. “They’re turned on so much they want to touch you and consume you and do what they can to revel in your beauty and your energy.”

With that, you feel a mouth on you. You’re pretty sure it’s a woman. A man is now behind you, both hands on your breast, gripping you tight. Another man touches your chin and kisses you. You feel a finger begin to slide into your ass and you almost orgasm right there. So many sensations, so many intense feelings. You rub your pussy into the woman’s face. You feel you’re about to cum.  You hear my voice.

“Take your reward Gorgeous. You deserve it. You’ve turned all of these wonderful people on. We want you to orgasm like the Goddess you are!”

It’s all too much you push into the mouth in front of you and stroke your pussy against her lips. You start to shake, your nipples are pinched and the finger slides fully into you.

You see stars as you orgasm and your own moan fills your ears, the stimulation is overwhelming and you feel a gush from your pussy. Unexpectedly your ears fill with the sound of several hands clapping, then, after that ovation, several pairs of hands lovingly caress you for several moments before stopping.

You hear me say, “Thank you everyone for participating in this kinky love bomb. I know you’re all sworn to secrecy, You can now return home to your loved ones. 

You feel several soft and sweet kisses against your mouth as they each leave.  Then you feel me. There’s something about my mouth that’s different. An energy and a passion, but also a teasing control, making sure the kisses were seductive, sensual and a promise of more to come. 

“It’s time to take these off, your arms must be exhausted, “ I say, as you feel me grab your wrist and hear the sounds of the key in the cuffs.  “No, don’t take your blindfold off just yet. Things aren’t over. I have plans for you.”

My words send a tingle down your spine. You’re aching with fatigue, but feeling the intense relaxing effects from your orgasm. You feel the inside of your thighs begin to cool. You realize they are wet. What could you possibly do in this state after that incredible orgasm was drained out of you?

Once I unhook your ankles you feel me lead you across the room. I pick you up slightly and lay you down on something. It feels like a table, but thankfully you’re laying on something soft. You feel me adust your legs so that they’re open. That incredible sense of vulnerability you felt earlier is returning, as is that tingle around your pussy. Maybe you are up for more. 

I slide you towards me, supporting your head underneath my hand. I let you know you can tilt it back as you’re now on the edge of the table. You begin to recognize what’s going to happen with your head tilted over the side. You instinctively open your mouth.

‘That’s right Gorgeous,” you hear me say. “You’re all mine now. I wanted to give you that gift that you so deserved before I took you. I’m sure that warmed you up.”

Warmed up indeed. That had been an orgasm for the ages. But this is what you really wanted. Ever since I delivered that outfit, and you saw the look in my eye.. You were now filled with confidence that you could satisfy me better than any stick-thin youngster who called herself a model.  Now was your chance to prove it.

I am already halfway there. Somewhat hard but partially distracted due to handling the logistics of the evening. Now is my time to focus on one thing – getting pleasure from YOU.

“Lick my head gorgeous. Mmmm yeah. I want to give us a moment to savour before I take your mouth and throat. Mmmm oh yes….Taste me. Taste how I felt about you all night. There was only one thing I wanted out of this evening and I’m doing it right now. You’re more sensual and sexy than any of those other women. You have a depth and energy that you can match. They act at being sexy because they don’t know yet what it is. You, my dear, are the real thing.

On cue, I slid myself entirely into your mouth as you pressed against me. You instinctively suck in. Keeping my cock still and feeling the suction, we both share the feeling of me getting rock hard around your lips and tongue. As you feel me begin sliding back and forth you start to raise your hand to use them on me and take control. I grab your wrists and place them back down by your sides.

“You don’t need hands,” I say, “You’re far too advanced for that. You just need to suck and surrender.”

Surrender indeed. You feel my head slide to the edge of your throat. You know to keep relaxed. Besides the tilt of your head makes it easy. I obviously know what I’m doing. 

My palm is on your now. You’re sensitive so I just add a bit of pressure and let you move in the way that works for you.The smoothness of my skin and the wetness of your pussy makes it easy. You glide across my hand getting off to the pornographic feeling of my thick cock enveloped by your mouth and exploring your throat. My other hand is on your breast.

“Oh Gorgeous, I’ve admired you from afar ever since I’ve known you. Then when I got to deliver that outfit to you today, I became so aroused at the thought of seeing you in it. The fact that you went on stage like that, when you’ve never been on a runway before was so bold and brave, I couldn’t contain myself. I’m having a hard time containing myself now.” 

You feel me lean over you and plunge my face between your wet legs. 

“Yes, I get to taste you at last!” I say. “I want to totally consume you and you me.”

©2025 R.Jay Moran at Sexy Stories for Women.com

You feel my thrusts quicken as you begin to hump my strong wide tongue, just the way you need it. Your first orgasm is wild, but your second is building. You hear my sounds as you hump my face. My cock is hard, and you have no choice but to take it under my control. You think of all that has happened and how your night is ending blindfolded and being taken, and the new orgasm rises quickly. As you squeeze my head and unleash yourself into my face. You grip me hard until the orgasm is over and then release me to give your aching pussy a break.

I pull out of your mouth so you can gasp for air, but I keep pumping. 

Mmm, everything smells like you gorgeous. I can’t stand it anymore. I’m going to cum all over your face and mouth.  <Cumming sounds…>

And in a flash, you felt my heat on your tongue, and across your lips. Dripping down your face upside down. My cum was everywhere filling your senses, just like yours was filling mine. Everything in the room smelled like our sexuality. Our essences mingled in the air. You felt me move your head onto the soft table so you were no longer upside down. You could still tell you were drenched in me. Then you felt my lips and tasted yourself too.