Our flesh was bare, in the artificial glow of a haunted venue.

Bound by ropes in a Shibari design, each with a Mistress beside us, we were exhibited for the amusement of the victors of the Apple Bobbing Competition and curious onlookers.

We writhed as our swelling sensitive areas were poked, slapped and gently teased.

One Mistress in a deep purple corset and orange leggings, accentuating her magnificent pumpkin, pleasured my length with gloved, lubed hands until I projectile ejaculated right between a fellow loser’s J cups, just as her nipple clamps were removed.