Zip-Tie Fiend

For good measure, I also made a female-power bouquet in which naked males had their faces locked into position, pressing against the vulvas of their wives. Once again, of course, the wives were switched so as to provide undiscovered pussy to each of the subjects. I also zip-tied all the male scrotums and tied the three loops together. At first I tugged on the loops myself, forcing the men to suck the pussies that were mushed against their faces. But soon enough the women were into the game sufficiently that I could hand off the reigns and go my way, secure in the knowledge that balls would be tugged until such time as every clit and vaginal orifice was fully satisfied.

I made other bouquets as well. Countless bouquets of locked and humiliated naked people, some of which cannot be discussed here for various reasons. Finally, last month, I happened upon my masterpiece. I was hanging out in the mall that day, gazing at all the beautiful men and women walking by, and thinking about the different naked and sexual positions I would like to force them into. I was watching different groups and couples and families go by, and wondering which should be my next victim.

Then it hit me that it was time to jump another level. It was time to create a masterpiece of such astonishing humiliation, such uncontrolled sexuality, that it would put all others to shame. After this piece, I would have to go into retirement, or perhaps open a dungeon, or start experimenting with odors and chemicals that could force people to have various feelings of sexual arousal and sexual humiliation. All these new projects had been growing in my mind, but before starting them I had to create one last achievement, one final bouquet, to signify the end of the era of zip-ties.

The idea was simple: I would humiliate the entire mall. Not a single person or a couple, not even a family or a group of strangers, but everyone. Every last girl and woman, every last boy and man, would be stripped and displayed and humiliated in this mall. Every penis would be aroused and frustrated. Every scrotum would be tugged and displayed. Every clitoris would be rubbed, every vagina made helplessly visible, every pair of breasts forced to dangle and sway in the wind. Every male and female would be immobilized.

And finally, to top it off, I would put vibrators everywhere. Inside the women's vaginas of course, but also taped to their clitorises, and inside the anuses of both men and women, and tied to the dangling balls of helpless men, and taped to the tips of raging-hard penises. The whole mall would be set abuzz, everyone would be moaning and cumming and rubbing, and after they came they would be desperately trying to get away from each other, but it would be impossible. And they would be off-rhythm with each other.

For this, I had found, in my yearlong researches, is the heart of it all. That the victims be off-rhythm with each other. That one person is turned on while the other is not. That one person has just come, and wants to get away and get clean, while another is just starting, and wants to rub and fuck. This impossibility of synchronization is the heart of all sexual humiliation, all forced arousal, all bondage and rape-play.

And this is what causes those delicious waves of sexual torment to pass through my beautiful bouquets: For just when everyone thinks the arousal is finished, there is always one more person who is still turned on and desperately wants to come. And the beauty of my zip-ties is that no one can say no to this person, because all the bodies are locked together. So if one person wants to come again, then everyone has to be sexual. If one dick wants to rub, then someone must be rubbed. If one cunt wants to be licked, then someone is going to get that cunt in their face. No inhibitions. Beautiful waves of helpless sexual energy, traveling through total strangers.

So it would be in the mall, I decided. I would make it happen in the last hour, near closing time. I would bring friends, a small army of zip-tie fiends, and block the exits so that no one could leave. That way the massive mall-bouquet of insane sexuality would have the entire night to fulfill its apotheosis of sexual humiliation. No one would come until 9am the following morning, to set them free. Everyone in the mall, perhaps 200 people, would be tied up and tied together.

The mind boggles thinking of all that nudity, all that helplessly released sexual energy, all that humiliation. All those penises rubbing, all those wrists accidentally yanking testicle sacks, all those female breasts groped by sex-starved husbands, all those vaginas forcible sucked, or forcibly raped, or forcibly displayed. Every orifice locked into sexual play. And vibrators everywhere. Fuck fuck fuck. This was going to be good...