“Bounce those titties for us babe!” Daisy’s words were slurred from laughter and alcohol. The flush started as a prickling heat between her breasts, spreading like wildfire up her neck and into her cheeks. Her pulse throbbed in her ears, a frantic drumbeat against the sound of their laughter. But she knew the rules if she wanted to speak. Fixing the clamps on her nipples, she started to bounce on her heels, her boobs jiggling with each motion.
The peal of laughter from Daisy’s friends sent waves of embarrassment through her. The clamps on her nipples, making them jut out stiff and hard. Each bounce sent a jolt through the clamps, a reminder of their presence and her vulnerability. But even that was fuel now, feeding a dark, throbbing heat that spread through her body. She knew what she must look like, naked and bouncing. Daisy and her friends had their own private dancer and entertainment. Why did she let Daisy do these things to her? She knew why, of course. The shame, the exposure, the feeling of being utterly at Daisy’s mercy… it was a twisted kind of thrill. A thrill she both craved and despised.
“Well, babe, what is it you wanted to tell me?” Daisy was barely paying attention, drinking from the beer bottle in her hand and laughing with her friends. Kathy bounced harder, knowing it brought their attention firmly on her tits, which was the only attention she was going to get.
“I… I got that promotion at work today!” Her face turned redder and redder as she said it. She had been so proud when she’d been told she got it. Now, though, in front of these young women, it seemed like much less of an achievement. She wasn’t hardworking, capable, Kathy here, she was just… bouncing tits. That disconnect was a chasm, widening with every bounce. The Kathy who negotiated contracts and managed teams felt distant, almost unreal. This naked, humiliated version was the only one that mattered here, the only one that Daisy and her friends saw…
