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Bailey's Humiliation Games

By: LaceAndHumiliation



{Part one of "Bailey's humiliation games"}



"I can't believe I'm doing this...again," I thought as I approached him. I had the fateful three cards in my hand. Who was he? I had no idea. But, in just a few moments I knew I could be doing something crazy and humiliating with him. I'd done it before, more than a couple times. I call them the "humiliation games." That's what they are. Purposeful, intentional ways for me to humiliate myself.

I'm Bailey. I'm that mix of girl next door and feisty sass. The men at the bar I work think I'm a cutie, at least I hear that all the time. I'm also a tease, a flirt and, unbeknownst to them, I'm a sexual kinkster. I have managed to keep that part of me unknown to those who know me. Any day though, with the things I make myself do, that could come to an end.

I learned this part of me through John, a mentor, if you will. He actually was an older guy who introduced me to things like bondage, exhibition, and Ds. Ah yes, the Ds. It's the submission to the whims of another that he drew out of me. He actually introduced me to the idea of the games of humiliation.

I was intrigued by the feelings I was having as he showed me how it could be. The submission was like a drug. Little by little we both realized what I seemed to enjoy the most was the embarrassment. It was the shame of having to face the fact that I enjoy things that many others would cringe at, or even flat out reject. He showed me things about myself I didn't know, like the feeling I'd get when he'd show me off to others. It was things like flashing people or being naked in the car. I can't accurately describe the feelings I would get being seen by complete strangers that way, how horny it would make me.

It graduated quickly to sharing me with others. Most often, it was the "stranger at a bar," thing. For example, he'd instruct me on what he wanted me to wear, what to say or do. Then, he'd sit across the room and watch me humiliate myself by doing them. More than a few times it ended with me sucking on some strange guy's cock, or, not quite as often, it ended with me getting fucked in some sleazy hotel room.

It's hard to describe but, it wasn't really the actual sex that was the real turn-on. Instead, it was the submission to it, the "being made to do it," aspect. The humiliation became like foreplay for us and it always ended with a wild fuck session afterwards between John and I. We both discovered how much I liked the embarrassment of being such a "dirty girl."

Sadly, at the time, John was estranged from his wife. Eventually, though, they reconciled. It was just before he went back to his wife he introduced the idea of the games of humiliation. He wanted me to continue with it, knowing how much I enjoyed it. He knew he couldn't be there for me. He knew how headstrong I am and he knew I'd never back down from a "dare" even if it came from my own mind. Thus, he basically left me with a game he knew I'd play, since he came up with it, as sort of a challenge between us. 

His basic idea got me started on the path I'm on now. It lead me to tonight, with me approaching the middle aged business man at the bar. I didn't even know what was in store for me, that was the beauty, or cruelty of the game.

His simple idea was this, I'd make out three index cards. On one card I'd write something basic, such as, "can I buy you a drink?" or something innocuous like that. On the second card I'd write something mildly bold or risqué, such as, "one free kiss," or "how do you like my bra?" (if I wasn't wearing one, in order to let him have a lingering look). The third card of course was something totally embarrassing, especially when you remember that it gets seen by a complete stranger. I call it the "humiliation card."

The last few times I was with John and we went to a bar, he had me play the game. The first two times the stranger picked the "tame" card. I bought the guy a drink and, it wasn't a total loss, I ended up getting one of the guy's numbers and ended up fucking him at a later point. The third time was the first of what now is the frequent occurrence of the of humiliation card. 

Part of the embarrassment that is built into the game is that even I don't know what's on each card. I make a pile of "tame" cards and keep them in one jar. I make another pile of "mild" cards and keep them in a different jar. And lastly I made a bunch of "humiliation" cards. When I get ready to go out, I randomly pick one card from each jar and put them in my purse without looking at them. So, imagine my surprise when on the third occasion with John I saw the stranger's eyes light up when he read the card.

I'm sure I was blushing profoundly. He asked, "are you sure about this?"

I remember gulping, wondering myself what was written on that card and why on earth I had agreed to do whatever it said on there.

"That depends," I said hesitatingly while avoiding his gaze. "What does it say?"

He smiled lewdly. "It says, "five free minutes of fondling, no restrictions."

I nearly choked. He could see my face, scarlet with heat. He stood there with a leer and a wide grin. He was young, cocky, he immediately took control of the situation. I think that's why John picked him for me to approach. He sensed that this guy would know what to do with such an opportunity.

"Well?" He asked smugly. "Where do you want to do this?"

I kept my eyes down and I shrugged at first in defiance but after shooting a glance at John I knew what I was to do. I motioned over towards the hallway with led to the bathrooms. " Over there?" I said with failing confidence.

"Hehe, sure thing, toots," he laughed cruelly.

I hated him already but I knew deep inside that he was the type that this game was made for. I'd surely get that treatment I seem to crave. He led me by the arm past curious onlookers. He was parading me, his smile was wide and arrogant. He was showing me off, like I was his prized kill. I caught the glimpses of a few of the patrons who were watching me intently. I was braless. I had on a white top which, under certain light conditions was transparent enough to show off what I had. I had on a skirt which showed off plenty of leg, and I had on some pumps which clearly indicated what kind of girl I was that night.

We arrived just outside the women's bathroom which was at the end of the hall. I thought it was a good place because, from what I could tell, there weren't many women in the bar at the time so there was less chance of being interrupted. I could see his smugness, his virility coming out. I couldn't help but wonder what he was like in bed, what his cock was like. 

"Five minutes?" He huffed. "What if you want more than that?" he cackled. His blunt reply snapped me out of my musings.

"Five minutes," I said with more firmness, I felt some power returning. I could be in control, it was just going to be his hands. I could do it, I could take this, for John, for our game.

"No restrictions?" He said more urgently. I could see the fire starting to burn within him.

I'm not sure if John had thought this out or whether this was just another part of the humiliation of it, that he wanted me to have to deal with the vaguery of the rules myself. I was burning with embarrassment, but, as always happens to me in these types of situations, I was already wet. In my head I cursed my uncontrolled lust. I nodded meekly to him.

"No..." I mumbled softly, "just no pain."

He laughed at that. His eyes were on fire now, they were burning holes in my top. He hadn't stopped leering at them since we turned the corner. He looked around nervously. 

"I really don't want to be interrupted," he said. 

He suddenly pushed me into the women's bathroom. He bolted the door behind us. I started to protest. He shushed me. "Five minutes," he reminded me. "Starting...now," he said, pointing at my watch as he pushed me back against the wall.

His hands immediately went to my top. Instead of wasting time unbuttoning it he just yanked it up over my head, leaving me topless in front of him. I shuddered as his hands attacked my tits, My nipples were already firm with excitement. He leaned in and kissed me deeply. I didn't expect it, though, I didn't really know what to expect at that point. I didn't stop him, the words, "no restrictions," kept invading my thoughts. His tongue darted and danced with mine.

He pulled off long enough to gloat, "yeah, I knew you were into it, too."

He was mauling my tits, he didn't want to waste a precious moment. Then, it was as if he realized there was more to explore. His hands found my ass and he began massaging my cheeks. He pulled up my skirt and his hands slid inside my panties. He pushed them down to my ankles unceremoniously. I was standing there being pawed by a complete stranger, topless, my panties around my ankles and my skirt pulled up lewdly over my now bare ass.

It only took him a moment before his finger traced rudely over my asshole. He pushed against it teasingly, as if he was going to finger fuck me there. Instead he just laughed and continued on. His other hand was around front and I gasped as I felt his fingers find my pussy. I blushed again when I realized how wet I was down there. 

He knew it too, he just grunted, "mmm, hot little whore," as his fingers found their way up inside my pussy. 

I was groaning, I mean, he was an extremely good looking guy, and he was touching me in all the right spots, I couldn't help but wonder again what his cock looked like, how it felt. He had two fingers inside my pussy now and he was almost lifting me onto my toes each time he rammed them back up inside me. He was taunting me.

"Yeah, look at how wet you are, look at you, fucking back onto my fingers, yeah, that's it, fuck yourself on my fingers."

He made me do it. I had to grind myself onto his fingers while he held them still. It was embarrassing, he was making me humiliate myself. God help me, I couldn't stop myself, I came all over his fingers. I slumped against him as his hands had their way with me however he wanted. I suddenly remembered my watch. I looked at it, seven minutes, we were past time. Reluctantly I pushed him away. I pulled up my panties as he protested. I grabbed my shirt from him with a sexy grin.

"Five minutes, that's all you get," I giggled.

"Oh come on, you know you want it," he begged.

"Maybe," I smiled. "But not right now. If you are good, maybe I'll give you my number," I winked at him as I quickly slid the shirt back over me and walked out, leaving him with quite a sizable hardon, from what I could tell.

John really enjoyed the story. That was the last night we fucked each other's brains out. John left me with a suggestion. He said, "I think you are going to find that you will need to expand the game. You'll need to try different venues, not just a bar. Consider what kind of man you'll have to approach, make that part of the game. You'll need to ramp up the excitement, too. No doubt you'll find yourself craving the "humiliation" card. 

He was right. The more I played the game, the more humiliation I wanted to add to it. Like I said, it is like a drug to me. So, there I was, approaching the man at the bar. he was probably in his late 50s. He was balding, and had a bit of a beer belly. However, he was well dressed, in a fine tailored suit that suggested upper management at some big company. He was the type of guy who probably still could get a young woman like me, simply with his money. I wasn't that type of girl. I may be a slut, but I'm not a whore, well, at least not a paid one. No, if he was lucky, he'd be getting me for free.

I'd picked this particular guy because it was part of the addition to the game that John had suggested. At home, I'd added a new jar. In it were cards that instructed me on what type of guy to approach, even the type of bar, as I knew most of them in a 20 mile radius, due to the game. On this night I'd picked out the card that said, "older man, at least 50, neighborhood type bar." I tried to challenge myself in this way. I made sure they were the types of guys who would add to my level of humiliation and discomfort. Black men, foreign men, biker types, muscle men, I picked out all my hot buttons. I have had very little experience with these types of men, I knew that I'd be challenged in every possible way before these experiences were over.

I neared the older gentleman. I resisted the temptation of looking at the cards which were in my hand, I noticed they were face up, the writing was visible under my fingers. All I had to do was glance down. I fought the urge. No, this was always better when it was a surprise. That was the challenge that John and I had mapped out. I had to challenge myself, and I couldn't let myself down that way.

I approached him nervously, but with a burning excitement. What would it be tonight? Would it be a kiss on the cheek? Would it be more fondling? Or, would it be one of the more humiliating things I'd thought of to write down. As I approach the men in these games, I always question myself whether or not I can go through with it. Especially now, with more and more embarrassing things to have to do if a humiliation card is selected. No matter, once I commit to it, it's as good as done. The last few steps I managed to shoot a smile in the guy's direction as I marched up to him and smiled.

"Hey there pretty lady," he said with a bit of surprise. "Would you like a drink?"

"Depends," I replied. 

"On what?" He asked with interest.

"On whether or not you are willing to play a little game with me."

His look of utter shock was delightful. "What kind of game?" He said with a hint of suspicion. 

I realized what it looked like. Again, I was in a tarty outfit. This time I had on a plaid skirt and a very form fitting thin black sweater which accentuated my curves provocatively. It buttoned down the front. I assumed that for a moment he wondered if I was a prostitute. A moment of inspiration hit me. I'd have to add that to the game and make myself pick out a card which described an outfit. Yes, that would be a very humiliating touch for me. The thought got a twinge out of my pussy.

I smiled flirtatiously. "Don't worry, it won't cost you anything," I cooed, "other than a bit of your time."

"Then, I'm all for it. I'm Dan," he said as he stuck out his hand. I was right, he was rich. I could see it in his finely manicured fingernails. He motioned the bartender for a drink for both of us. I started to protest but I saw it was useless, he was used to getting what he wanted, no doubt. I wanted to get right to the game, that was part of the "charm" for me. It was the thrill of the suddenness of it. One second you are complete strangers, the next you might be doing god knows what to him. Good thing for both of us, he bought us shots. I knocked it down and slammed my glass on the bar with purpose. He responded by raising his eyebrow in surprise before downing his own shot.

"There, that's out of the way," I joked. We'd known each other for a couple minutes now. It was far longer than I'd gone with any previous "game player."

I was focused, I was intent on getting on with it. Purposely, I'd made myself wait a few weeks since the last time. John had suggested that too, he knew that denial would heighten it all. He was right, he was always right.

Dan looked at me quizzically. He was watching me fumble with the cards in my hand. For some reason, just the fact that he was looking at me and the cards, made me hesitate. Every time I've done this there is a point where I almost back out. This was that time again. I wondered if I'd waited too long, if it was the right thing to do. But mostly, I think it was because I feared the increasing potential of the humiliation cards, which I knew were now more embarrassing than ever. I had no idea of which one it was, of course, but none were easier than the "fondling" card I'd been forced to do previously.

I took a deep breath. I saw Dan looking at me with concern. Something about the confidence and strength I saw in his eyes convinced me what I was to do.

"Pick a card," I said hastily as I thrust the three cards out to him.

"What's this, a magic trick?" He said smiling.

"Nothing like it, trust me, though, it may be magical...in a different way," I teased.

He hesitated. It was like he was still suspicious. "What's the game all about?" He asked with seriousness. "Why should I play?"

"God," I whined to myself. Even when I had built in humiliation, there were always new ways to embarrass me. I was going to have to convince him to play. Here I was, offering him....who knows what....and I still had to convince him to do it. I'd hoped the hint of sexuality in the whole dealings so far would've lead him to believe it might be in his best interest to do it. But, maybe that was his intention all along, maybe he wanted to exert his own control. He was definitely that type. No doubt he commanded many underlings, I'm sure he was used to being in charge, being the one who made the rules.

"Fine," I thought to myself. "It's just another price I have to play in order to get my humiliation fix that I so crave."

I looked him in the eyes. I could feel his eyes surveying me, penetrating me. I felt like a little girl about to be scolded by the principal. "I have three cards, on each card is something I have to do for you. You pick one, whatever it says, I do. It's simple!" I said as I gave him a shameful smile.

"What if I don't like it?" He wondered.

"You will," I promised him. I thought to myself, "especially if you pick the humiliation card."

"Well, I'm not committing to anything," he laughed.

"You don't have to, sir," I said with an embarrassed look. "It's more about me and what might happen to me," I said.

I think he saw my embarrassment and my weakness and he knew no matter what it was, he'd have the upper hand. He grabbed a card from me quickly. He shoved it into his pocket without looking at it. I protested and tried to grab it. He made a game out of keeping it out of my reach.

"It's mine now," he joked with a confident smile. "I have it and it won't change what's written on it if we wait to read it. In the mean time, have another drink. " 

I reluctantly agreed. He was toying with me. He was good. In a way, he was like John. Very controlled, very sure of himself. I felt like his pet sitting there, at the bar. All the while my immediate fate hung in the balance of what was in his pocket. He made me down two more shots with him. This gave him plenty of time to ogle me. I could feel my nipples harden embarrassingly under his gaze. The shots were making me tipsy, I always got hornier when I was tipsy. Maybe he suspected that as well. He was playing his own game.

The anticipation was killing me, I kept sneaking glances at the card which poked out of his suit pocket tantalizingly. I had to go to the bathroom. I think he feared I was trying to "escape." I noticed that he watched me the whole time I walked to the bathroom, I could see him watching me in the bar mirror. There was no escape, really, I'd have to walk past him to get out of the bar anyway.

I was freshening up when it suddenly hit me. Maybe I couldn't tell what card he had in his pocket, but I could tell which ones he didn't have. Nervously, I took out the two cards he hadn't selected. With trepidation, I read the first one. It said, "If you buy me a drink I'll unbutton one button on my sweater. Two, and I'll unbutton two. (There were only three buttons on the sweater, the top one never gets buttoned, it would look too prim).

"Ok," I thought. "That's the medium, risqué one. That means he either has the tame one or...." I shuddered to myself, "...the humiliating one."

My heart was racing as I read the other card. "Do you mind if I sit next to you?" It read. "Oh god," I sighed. He has the "bad" one. I looked at myself in the mirror. My chest was heaving. I was panting. "Fuck," I thought, "look at me, I look like I'm ready to be fucked already." I couldn't help it, this stuff just drove me insane with lust.


Bailey's Humiliation Games Ch. 02



{Continuation of "Bailey's humiliation games. Second story.} 

I'm Bailey. If you've read my first story you'll know I'm into sexual humiliation games. The first game I played by myself was the first story where I ended up naked, on my knees in an alley behind a bar, sucking an older man who I'd just met. 

It was all because of the game. I had made up three jars at home with index cards. In one jar I had tame, or basic things listed on them. Things such as, "I like your hair," "Can I sit here?" etc. They were simple introductory things which may or may not lead to something. In another jar I had moderate flirty things such as, "Can you see my bra?" (where I'd purposely pre-undone several buttons giving them a good view of my cleavage), or "would you like to see one of my tattoo's?" (both are in places where I'd have to show them some skin and give them a good view of either my breast or the top of my ass.) In the third jar, however, were the daring and humiliating tasks. Like I said, in the last story that "humiliation card" had me naked in an alley, sucking that stranger. I've added a couple of extra touches. Before I go out I also have to decide what type of bar to go to, such as, upscale, local, biker, etc. I then decide what I have to wear on a range from dressed to the nines to completely slutty. Then, I'd decide what kind of guy to target. It could be an older guy, a black guy, a nerd, a fat guy, business man, etc. I decided to make three separate small jars for each of those, that way I had no choice in what humiliations I might have to suffer.

It was awesomely scary and an incredible turn-on at the same time. My ex-boyfriend, an older married man, introduced me to all of this. He made me realize how much I dug the humiliation of being used like that. He was right when he said that when I'd do one thing, it would lead to me craving another, then another.

That brings me to my latest story. It'd been a couple weeks of build up after my last episode. I tried the game again. On the first two attempts, I picked a "tame" card. Neither led to anything, which left me frustrated and even feverish masturbation sessions afterwards didn't slake my thirst for more. On the third attempt I picked a "moderate" card. It read, "I'll buy you a drink if you tell me if you like my bra." Make sure you aren't wearing one." In each of these last three attempts a big part of me was disappointed by not picking the "humiliation card" but my ex boyfriend was right when I'd email him and discuss what I was doing on his secret account he keeps from his wife. He told me that being denied on opportunities would only lead to greater desire and satisfaction when it actually does occur. 

The third attempt wasn't a total loss, however. After he ogled my bare tits under my revealing top, per the instructions on the card, it didn't take him long to get the idea he could freely hit on me. I'd decided that if the man I'd picked out was bold enough to pursue me with enough fortitude, then I'd not say no to them if they wanted sex. In this last "moderate" case, I ended up in the backseat of the guy's car. The top was down and he had me, with my legs up high in the air as he pounded my wet pussy. He wasn't bad, but it wasn't everything I needed, which wasn't his fault, per se. I needed the humiliation. I knew it was coming, though, eventually fate would have me pick that card.

So, in lustful trepidation on a Friday night, I nervously took out my jars and began to pick. First, I picked out the type of man. (It was most likely a man, but just for the ultimate humiliation I added "woman" to one lone card in the large jar. I didn't have any experience with women, so this was just another total attempt to humiliate myself. I supposed the woman would just flat reject me anyways.) I picked out the card, it said, "Black guy- athlete type." I gulped. I'd never been with a black guy. I'd fantasized about it before but I'd always preferred white guys. I didn't buy the whole, "black guy with a huge cock/never go back" thing. I thought I might have to find that out firsthand now.

Next, I picked out a location. I picked the card. The card said, "upscale." I had the perfect bar in mind. It was a nightclub downtown with a Latin flavor. It was loud, there were all different ethnic groups and flavors there. Many athletes hung out there, I should have no problem finding the right guy.

Then, my heart fluttered when I started to pick out the card from the "outfit" jar. I realized I could pick any card, including cards requiring me to dress completely slutty and inappropriate for this particular venue. It would just be another layer of humiliation. Luckily, I picked out a card that said, "sexy business woman." I had the perfect outfit for that, which was the reason I'd written the card. I had a blue woman's business suit. The skirt was knee length and I'd added a slit up the sides for a sexier effect. The suit coat was such that when buttoned was a little bit tight, which would cause my cleavage to be pressed together nicely to expose the upper part of my tits nicely. I added one of my nicest bras, a lacy one that they'd be able to peek at, when my boobs were jutting out as they'd be when I was buttoned up. I decided upon a nice pair of calf accenting black high heels. To top off the outfit, I wore some glasses. They remind me of sexy librarian types, the rims are black and thick. I pulled my hair back and tied it up. I giggled when I saw myself dressed as I was. I hoped whoever it was I picked would like the look, but I was sure they would, my tits spilled out nicely in the exposed "V" the top formed.

Then, I got to the business at hand. I was dressed as I was, I knew where I was headed, and I knew the type of guy I had to approach. Now the real business at hand. The action jars. You may wonder how I decided which jar to pick from. Obviously I'd know which was which. Originally, in my first story I'd just blindfolded myself after shuffling them around, then picked from one. My ex, being the logical one, told me to just dump them all together in one big jar and mix them up. I thought, "Duh," and laughed at myself for not thinking of that.

I was shaking noticeably when I picked the card out. I wondered if tonight was the night I'd have to suffer the indignities of the wondrously erotic, "humiliation card." I am not allowed to look at it first, though. I stuffed it in my purse and resisted the temptation to look the entire drive downtown. I passed the keys off to the valet and giggled under my breath as I remembered that one of the cards I'd made up for my jar was to please the valet. "Oh well," I chuckled, "he'll have to wait for another time." Still, the thought of that, and what I might have to do later, had my pussy flowing.

I got inside the club and made my way to the bar. I'd already been offered several drinks (and accepted them) before I mustered the courage to focus on the task at hand. As I've mentioned before, drinking just gets me hornier. I knew I'd have to watch it or I'd find myself being used before I even get to play the game.

I scanned the crowd. I felt a nice buzz coming on. Then, I spotted him. He was in the corner of the other end of the bar. He was sandwiched between two women. He was chatting them up, he was obviously flirting with both of them. I could tell he was a charmer. I'm sure he was a "Player" but that didn't matter. It wasn't as if it mattered in the game. Now, I'd considered already what might happen if I was just boldly rejected. Just because I'd picked a certain guy that fit the profile, didn't mean he didn't have his own choice in the matter. For me, the rule would be, if rejected, pick another guy that fits the profile and do the same. It would only end if at the end of the night, I'd exhausted all possible candidates. I knew that would never happen, though. You offer a guy what I was offering, well, very few will say no.

I waited for an hour, at least, after I spotted him. When he went to dance, so did I. I used several of my bar neighbors for this purpose. They thought they might be getting lucky. They were wrong. I danced near the black guy, just to hope to get his attention. I did, on more than one occasion. I flirted, I smiled and batted my eyelashes. I couldn't tell if he was had any interest, the women he was dancing with were at least as hot as I hoped I was.

Finally, I couldn't stall or wait any longer. When the woman he was now chatting up left to go to the bathroom I got up and approached him. He saw me coming. He ogled me up and down without shame then gave me a wolfish smile. I was nervously smiling. It was as if he had just been waiting for me to approach him. He must have been used to women throwing themselves at him. I now recognized him as one of the local sports figures. He was a football player, a linebacker or something. I'm not good at knowing all that, but later, my ex told me who he was. We introduced ourselves. His name was Trevor. His big hand engulfed mine as we shook. Immediately the thought flashed in my mind about big hands, feet and cock size. I blushed. He leered at me as if he already knew what was on my mind. I felt myself melting in a pool of my own shame and lust.

He immediately snapped me back into the moment, " So, what brings you out tonight, Bailey? What are you into?"

"Oh god," I thought. "If he only knew." But then almost as immediately I thought, in just a few short moments he may know more than he should about that.

Meekly, I reached into my purse and handed him the card. He didn't even have a chance to read it before I saw the woman he'd been talking to return from the bathroom. She appeared furious. I walked away before I got into any confrontation. I resumed my seat at the bar while I saw her arguing with him angrily. I was shaking nervously, probably just as much from the lust as the adrenaline from the near dustup. I watched them going back and forth and I realized I might have picked the wrong guy for the night. I remembered my rule that I must just have to pick another guy. Suddenly, it hit me! "Fuck," I thought. "He has the card, I have no idea what it says." I'd no backup card for this situation. I considered driving back home for another one but it would really be too late by the time I could make it back. 

Then, I realized another course of action. I'd just have to get the card back. I saw Trevor finally walk away from the angry woman. I watched her storm off. I didn't know where she'd gone but I needed to act. I rushed up to him.

"Trevor, um, sir, can I have my card back?" I begged. I don't even think he remembered having it with all the previous commotion.

"What? Oh, sure, wait, what is it?"

I didn't want to explain it to him with the possible embarrassment of it all, it was as if I wanted to save all the humiliation for the one that actually gets to act on it. I shuffled nervously, trying to think of the right words. Before I could speak he had the card out and read it as I unsuccessfully tried to grab it from him. He batted me away playfully like I was a child.

His eyes got wide and so did his grin as he finished reading it. "I knew you were a hot thing," he laughed. "I could tell you don't mess around, you get right to the point, I like that as well."

I wanted to tell him he wasn't the one. I glanced around for his female companion. Trevor read my mind. "Oh, don't worry about her, she's just some gold digging bitch that thought she owned me for the night. I set her straight, she won't be back," he smiled. "You aren't some gold digging whore too, are you? This isn't all just some setup, is it? You want Trevor's money?"

I almost laughed when he egotistically referred to himself in the third person but I remembered the game. It appeared he actually was "the one," so I had to act accordingly. I honestly told him, "no, I don't want your money, I don't even know who you are. I just, um, do this for the thrill." "Good, I like thrills too," he smiled lasciviously. "So are you serious?" he asked as he waved the card in front of me.

"Yes," I meekly muttered. I already knew it must be a "humiliation card," he wouldn't be acting the way he was if it was anything else. "I make myself do these things for the excitement," I admitted.

"Come with me," he urged as he took my hand in his big paw. I had no idea what was on the card, I just knew the types of things I'd written. I knew he'd be getting me in some lustfully embarrassing way. I tried to peek at the card he had in his other hand as he basically dragged me through the crowd but I couldn't read it as I was bounced and jostled the whole way.

He took me through some doors, into a private section, the bouncers that were guarding those doors stepped aside as he approached. No doubt this was a common occurrence for Trevor. I was pulled past a number of doors, from behind I heard loud music pumping, giggling and even some moaning. "Must be some of Trevor's friends," I giggled, even as I blushed shamefully at my situation.

He pulled me into a room and closed the door behind him. He locked it quickly. "Now," he huffed, "we won't be disturbed." He pulled me into him and kissed me hard. It was a determined kiss. He was good, he'd obviously done this before. His hands pawed at my top while his mouth devoured my lips, his tongued danced and darted with mine. I wasn't sure whose lust was greater, his or mine. He got frustrated with the buttons of my suit coat since his other hand was on my ass, then under my skirt. He stepped back and with both hands ripped my top open, the buttons went flying.

"There," he huffed impatiently. He went back to kissing me while his free hands now fondled my tits through the lacy bra. He started to pull down on it hard, he was obviously going to rip that off as well. I stopped him ( I kind of liked that bra!). I just unsnapped it from the front and let it fall to our feet. His hands immediately fondled and caressed them while we resumed our lustful kissing. I'd jump and dance from foot to foot each time his strong fingers tugged at my nipples. I'm sure he could feel my excitement each time through our kisses.

"Like that, huh?" he teased. He twisted them harder. My knees got weak, I could smell my own excitement. I started to take off the suit coat which was all that was left on top. He stopped me.

"I've never fucked a white business woman before, leave it on," he urged while still pawing me freely.

I still had no idea what was on the card. I had no way to know what I was about to have to do. It turned me on something fierce.

"Sir, sir," I urged before it went too far. I didn't just want the sex. I wanted what was on the card. I wanted to make sure he made me do whatever humiliating thing I'd written on there. "What am I supposed to do?" I begged meekly.

"Right now, you are supposed to get on your fucking knees and suck my fucking cock," he panted as he tugged my nipples hard one last time, adding to my knee weakened state. I dropped easily in front of him. His cock was out in a flash, it was staring at me angrily and red, dangling from out of the zipper of his designer slacks.

"Mmm," I moaned hungrily as I put my mouth over the tip. He was semi hard, but my mouth almost instantly made his cock jerk and fill with blood. 

"Oh yeah, that's it, sl....uh, Bailey, suck that dick," he urged.

I sucked him for a few seconds before pulling off. "It's ok," I admitted with a crimson filled face. "You can call me slut, whore, whatever you wish, sir." I said before taking him in my mouth again with increased desire.

"Fuck yeah, slut," he moaned. "I like that. I knew that behind those clothes was just another cock sucking slut. If you like sucking black cock so much I've got some friends who would just love you," he said. 

He was settling into a rhythm. His hands caressed my head. I undid the tie I had in and let my hair fall. He took my hair in his hands and used it to guide me on and off his cock. He began to fuck my mouth like that, like it was just a vehicle to get him off. And truly, that's what I was. I wanted to protest, I wanted to stop him before he shot off in my mouth. I wanted what was on the card, no matter what it was. I couldn't, though. He was too strong, too urgent. He began to spasm. He held my head on him as he filled me. I began to choke on it, the cum was thick and copious. He didn't release his grip until he'd filled me. I fell back on my heels, choking and sputtering. He just collapsed back into a soft recliner and watched me trying to down the rest of his cum. I could see his face had some concern on it.

"Don't worry, sir," I managed to cough out, "I don't mind choking on it...happens all the time," I admitted as my face was hot with shame.

That made him smile. "Damn," he groaned. "You are something else, whore."

That made me giggle a little with pride. "Thank you, sir." I said as I finished swallowing him. Then, I remembered my business. "But Trevor, sir, you were supposed to make me do whatever was on that card," I whined. 

"Yeah," he smiled. "About that...."

I was still on my knees. I crawled to him and laid my head on his crotch as he stroked my hair. I used my tongue to bathe his soft member. 

"What did the card say?" I asked. "I really wanted to do it tonight," I sighed wistfully.

He grabbed my hair suddenly and made me look at him. "Who said we weren't doing it? He said with a serious look. "Don't worry, you are in it now, I can go all night," he bragged. I could see he wasn't lying. Just from my tongue bath and this new revelation his cock was stirring again.

"Why don't I just show you what it says," he said gruffly. He yanked me over to the sofa roughly.

I still had on my skirt, my heels and my suit coat, though my tits were hanging out since I now had no bra and the coat no longer had buttons. He forced me onto my elbows. I was standing, but bent over my elbows on the sofa, my ass in the air.

"How do you not know what it says?" He asked me. 

"I never know," I admitted with shameful lust. "I pick them out random...it could be anything," I said as my pussy stirred lustfully.

"Wow, you really are a kinky slut," he said perhaps disdainfully, but I took it as a compliment.

"Maybe you'll recognize it now then," he laughed. "Don't move," he warned sternly. He pulled up my skirt, then yanked my panties to my ankles as I moaned loudly.

Suddenly, his hand smacked my bare ass forcefully. "Recognize it now?" He chuckled. At the same time he put the card down right in front of my head.

"Oh god," I moaned. Yes, I recognized it. I knew what I was in for now.

He continued the spanking. First, one cheek, then the other. He slapped me hard. It was what the card said. I reread it as he reddened my poor ass. It read, "I want you to spank my ass hard, make it red then I want you to fuck me hard from behind so you can see your handiwork..."

I'd added one last touch but his spanking shook me out of my reading for now. He grabbed my hair again and yanked my hair back roughly. 

"Is this what you want, whore? Is it too hard? Or do you want me to fuck that ass up?"

He was making me say it, making me beg. Men just seem to know how much I need that.

"Yes, Trevor, yes. Spank my ass raw. No, it's not too hard. It's as hard as you want. I have no say in it," I managed to squeak out as tears filled my eyes. I could take a lot, I knew that, but this was one big, strong guy. I hoped he could control his own lust. 

I glanced back through my tears to see his cock swollen and ready again. He was going to get me again, "good," I thought. My ass was on fire and my pussy was basically flooded now. I could feel the air hitting my wetness down the insides of my thighs. I was almost screaming now with each smack. He was firm and determined. I think he also wanted other people in the halls and in the other rooms to hear how he was using me, too. I knew I wanted that humiliation as well. 




Bailey's Humiliation Games Ch. 02



Finally, he stopped his assault. My ass must've been a blistering shade of fire engine red. He shoved me to my knees on the couch. I could feel his cock teasing my slit, he was using my own shameful wetness to lubricate his cock. He teased the opening of my pussy with the head of his cock. I was frantic, and tried to back onto his beautiful dick each time. Suddenly he poised it up against my asshole. 

I groaned, "Oh, sir..." before it was too late, he slid the head into my opening before I could react. He held my hips firmly. I knew there'd be no escape from it. "Sir, sir," I begged. "Fuck my pussy....my pussy...I want it so bad," I pleaded.

"The card said, redden your ass then fuck you hard. It didn't say where," He laughed. "Plus, I just have to assume the focus is your sweet white ass," he moaned as he pushed it in a little further. "After all, it says spank your ass, fuck you from behind, I think you really want an ass fucking, wouldn't you agree?" He said lewdly, next to my ear as he yanked my head back by my hair to illustrate his control over me. He was more than half in me now, he was filling me slowly, tantalizingly. He knew he had me.

"Oh god, sir, no...." I begged. "That's not what I meant..." I panted as I tried to accommodate him.

"Maybe not," he chuckled. "But you want it now, don't you, you want me to fuck your whore ass now, don't you?"

My head was still held back by his firm grasp. He was making me turn my head to look at him in the eyes.

"Yes sir, you are right, I must've wanted this," I squeaked out as his cock was now nearly fully embedded in me. "Fuck my white ass, sir. Show me how much I wanted your black cock in my fucking ass," I hissed.

Once he was fully inside me he backed out slowly. Then, he slid back in, over and over. Each time the pace increased.

"Yeah," I knew you were a fucking whore," he groaned as he started to rhythmically fuck me. "I knew you'd be into a good ass fucking. Tell me. Tell me what you want, whore."

"mmm," I moaned each time he reached his hilt. "God...." I groaned lustfully. "You were right, sir. You were right I needed a good ass fucking..." I choked out as my pussy basically gushed down my legs.

"And how did the card say you want it, slut?" He demanded.

"Hard, sir, I wanted it hard..." I said, knowing what that would mean.

Sure enough, he increased the pace to where his balls were now slapping against my ass each time. His hands were controlling my hips, he was thrusting into me and pulling my hips back onto him each time. I was being impaled fully.

"Fuck...." I groaned. I have to admit, it hurt. He was big, more thick than long and it filled me completely. It was a good hurt, though. It was the kind of pain a humiliation slut like me needs. He could feel it. He was relentless. He pounded me while I could feel the skin from my ass reddening throb, adding to my sensations.

He stopped jerking my head back with my hair only to maul my now exposed tits. This meant my hips were now free. He didn't need that control anymore, I was matching his thrusts into me with forceful shoves back onto his cock I was fucking his cock as much as he was fucking me.

He slapped at my tits and tugged my nipples urgently. He was close, I could feel it. I let him abuse my tits while I was being reamed. It helped get him over the edge. He pulled my hips back into him again with his hands. With one last thrust he released his load into me. He was jerking into me spasmodically. His whole body was jerking uncontrollably. Over and over he came in waves. I was amazed at how much sperm he still had left after filling my stomach with so much earlier. Finally, he let me go. He slid that magnificent skillful cock out of me reluctantly. He collapsed again back onto the sofa. He was sweating profusely. He was smiling broadly.

"Fuck, you are something else," he managed to mutter between deep breaths.

"You too," I giggled as I laid my torso across the couch. I was half on the couch and my knees were on the floor. I must've been a mess. My hair was askew from all his mauling and I was filled with cum and sweat and lust. My pussy was electric. I hadn't cum yet, I probably could've just touched my clit while he was filling me and cum like a crazy woman but I wanted to concentrate on him. Now, I was ready. I figured, a guy like him, would want me out of there in just a few minutes. I knew I might have to take care of it at home, in a wild masturbation session. "Hell," I thought, I might not even wait until I get in my car, I was just that ready.

He brought me back to reality. His big hand caressed my head and I again moved over to lay my head on his lap. He was surprised when I again started to clean him off with my tongue.

"Man, white women are crazy!" He laughed.

I was so horny I'd have done anything, that seemed like nothing at all at the time. He then picked up the card that was still sitting on the cushion of the couch. He let me finish cleaning him off before standing up. He pushed me back over to the middle of the couch and made me stay as I was. My chest was on the sofa and my knees were on the floor. My ass was uncovered, my skirt was still rolled up over my ass at my waist.

I laid there, still panting, his taste, mixed with mine, was now on my tongue. It only made me hornier. I heard him from behind me. I knew what this was about. It was the last thing on the card. I heard his cell phone flash. First, once, then twice, then a couple more before it stopped. 

He was smiling when he showed me the pictures he'd just taken. It was clear, some white slut, her angry, red ass in the air, with cum leaking out of her backside. I needed the humiliation complete. I asked him a favor.

"Take one from the side too, with my face showing," I begged.

He just shook his head and smiled. I shucked off the suit coat so that I was bare on top. I wanted him to always be able to see all of me. He took a few of me like that, staring into the camera, my tits dangling down, my ass on fire.

"What do you want me to do with these?" He smiled. "You know I'm not going to delete these. I'll have these forever," he said as he gauged my reaction.

"I want you to send them to me, email them. Then, I want you to tell your friends, all of them. Tell them about the white slut you spanked and fucked, tell them how you did it. Tell them how you made my ass red then fucked my ass even though I didn't want it at first. I liked that too, sir," I said in a meek peep. "I liked that you forced me to take it in the ass. Then, if they don't believe you, show them the pictures."

He smiled. "Yeah, that'll be cool," he admitted. Then, his expression changed. "Though, they are just pictures, you can get pretty much anything off the internet now."

He was right. That wasn't my intention. I didn't want anything to vague. I wanted it to be humiliating and thorough. "Tell you what," I said as I stood up. "Get your camera out."

He did so. I retrieved my suit coat and held it together. I told him to start filming, not pictures, I wanted the video proof he needed. I heard him start the camera.

I approached the camera to a close-up, to show my face. They needed to know the whore that was in the video. 'Hi, everyone," I said playfully. "Tonight I just had some fun with Trevor here," I said as I turned the camera on his face. Then as he pointed it back on my I walked, no, I sashayed back to the loveseat we started at. I continued my narration. "First, he ripped my top open," I giggled and I let the suit coat fly open which exposed my tits and my now puffy nipples. I let Trevor get a nice long video of my tits as I held the top open for that purpose.

I went on, "I then dropped to my knees," I said as I did just that. I fell to my knees. Trevor came around and kept filming from the front. "I then sucked his beautiful cock like the slut I am. I just met him and now I was on my knees sucking his cock. He called me a cock sucking slut and you know what? He was right!" I giggled. "He came so hard and so much that I choked on it trying to swallow it all but I did," I smiled proudly. " I swallowed each and every drop."

I then turned and crawled across the room towards the couch, letting Trevor film my ass from behind, I pulled it up again so the camera could capture my ass crawling like that.

"Then, as you can see, he spanked my ass hard just to show me how much he owned my ass." I let Trevor get a good view of my ass.

"Then, he fucked my white ass. He fucked it hard," I said bashfully. I'm sure my face was scarlet again. "I think you can see his cum still leaking out of me," I said as I opened my cheeks up for Trevor's camera. I was on a mission now. I started playing furiously with my clit. I knew it wouldn't take long. I let Trevor film his cum leaking down my thighs as I came in a high pitched wail, soaking my fingers with my own shameful lust.

To end it I turned towards the camera. "So, I have Trevor's cum in my stomach and in my ass. I motioned for him to stop but I remembered something. I added, "I'm Bailey, and I was Trevor's slut for tonight. Some night, it might be your turn to get lucky!" He stopped filming.

"Girl, you are incredible," Trevor smiled.

"I know," I giggled. "I love you! I want to stay with you forever!" I said to his horror, before I indicated that I was joking.

"I think you and I both want this to be what it is, a good fucking, right?"

He nodded. "If I'm in town...and want a good fucking again?" He asked.

"We'll see," I said, though I think we both knew I would.

"You know...." he muttered with growing lust. "I haven't tapped that pussy yet."

And so he did, all night, I'm telling you, the man was insatiable, kind of like me!

I left the next morning, a completely sore and satisfied slut. He actually begged me for my number. I got his number instead. 

He told me how much his friends would want some of me too, especially after seeing the pictures and the video he made of me. My pussy got wet thinking about it. I needed it my way though, but I thought of a way to incorporate it into my humiliation games. I'd now add specific adventures to the jar which could supersede anything. 

When I got home I added one card to the main jar. It read, "Call Trevor, tell him to get his friends together, tell him to make sure it's humiliating, like the last time." Then I smiled and remembered what he said to me when I was sucking him off. I added a second card. It simply read, "contact Trevor and tell him to line up his friends to fill my belly." I knew the games were going drive my lust into the stratopshere in the future.

THE END

{Look for further adventures for Bailey}



Bailey's Humiliation Games Ch. 03



{This is part three of a continuation of the "Bailey's Humiliation Games}



Hi, I'm Bailey.  I'm a humiliation games slut. In my previous games I sucked off an older man in the back alley of a bar and the other one I sucked and fucked a black athlete.  Both were complete strangers before they used me. It was all because of the humiliation "game" I make myself play.

I've found the idea of pleasing strangers in such humiliating ways to be the height of humiliation so far.  This all started because my ex boyfriend, John, an older married man, introduced me to it. We both found how much I craved being used in ways others would find too embarrassing. As I've described in my previous stories, with my ex's help, we devised a game which would force me into such situations. I made up index cards with varying degrees of embarrassment, ranging from "mild" to "moderate" to "severe."  Mild tasks would basically be introductory things that might help get a guy talking to me.  Moderate tasks would be overt flirting things like having to show him my bra (or that I'm not wearing a bra!).  Severe things, which I call the "humiliation card" would be full-out sexual use of some devious humiliation fantasy of mine.  This is how I ended up sucking off that older man in the dirty alley and how that black guy used me all night, previously.

I had long, involved back and forth emails from John. He's been my mentor, so to speak, in things sexual and humiliating. Even though he's back with his wife and refuses anything to do with me sexually, I think the excitement of how his game for me has developed has kept him willing to stay in touch with me in this fashion. Occasionally, when things would heat up he would "allow" me to call him on his work phone, this way I've been able to keep him up to the minute on juicy details.

So, the game was that I picked a card out of a huge jar at random, with one of the tasks on it.  I then presented it to a person, without me knowing what it is, then I had to do whatever the card said.  I'd refined the game since the first time.  I also had to randomly choose the type of guy, the place where it would happen, and what outfit I'd wear.  Those were in separate jars.  John pointed out, correctly, that it was getting too complicated, especially since I'd added some cards since the use by Trevor, the black athlete.  I'd put in two cards specifically related to him and/or his friends. John said it didn't make sense anymore to pick out all those cards then happen to pick out a specific task which nullifies all the other stuff.  I asked him for a better solution. 

He said to just write my deepest, darkest fantasy tasks down and put them in one jar. He told me to limit them to one a month. That way I'd be absolutely out of my mind horny by the time I had to go through with it. He also asked if he could put suggestions in the jar as well.  Just the thought of that heightened my lusty, nervous state. He knew me well already, though.  We'd discussed my fantasies at great length. I had also kept him up to date about what I'd done so far without him. He'd made me admit how exciting it was to be used by a complete stranger in the ways that I had so far. Interestingly, it was he who suggested it would probably be more exciting if it was someone I knew. That would present a whole new level of embarrassment to it.  I wasn't sold on it, even though just talking to him about things like that made me wet with desire for it.

And so it was, the month finally passed. I was as horny as I could ever remember.  I spent the entire work week lost in fantasy thought.  I work for myself. I do consulting for a number of companies and their human resources departments, I'll spare you with the boring details, the point being is that I work independently, but interact with a large number of employees.

I took a long shower as my nervousness grew.  I kept glancing at the humiliation jar I had in plain sight, on my kitchen table.  I felt like it was calling to me. I thought about what would happen if my mother or father ever came over while I was out and looked through it.  I shuddered.  I knew my dad would never understand his baby girl's desires.  He was a loving but strict authoritarian.  It was his way or the highway.  He had strict rules for me about dating.  It was as if he was trying to avoid my sexuality at all cost. In a way I think that might be the reason why I am like I am today, like I'm free, without the control.  Maybe it just fueled my desire, maybe it's just a natural thing, I'm not sure. It's a powerful thing, though. I couldn't imagine my life now without it. It seemed like a driving force behind me, making me lust and desire to face each new day.

I was still dripping from the shower (and otherwise), the towel wrapped loosely around my torso when I approached the jar. Nervously I reached in without looking and picked a card.  As fate would have it, it was one of John's.  Somehow I knew it would be.  The scarlet "A" no doubt would match the color of my face when I'd find out what the task would be.  On the outside, along with the "A" was the word "Work,"  and in parentheses it said, "call me for instructions."

I knew he'd be waiting for this, hoping that it would be one of his devious ideas.  He always worked late, I think mostly to avoid his shrew of a wife. Ok, she probably isn't a shrew, but any woman who doesn't allow such a beautiful and clever man to indulge in his creative fantasies doesn't deserve him, in my opinion. He was tickled when I told him about the card.

"Work?  What does that mean?" I asked.

"You know well what it means," he chided.  "I've discussed you having to please a coworker many times."

I gulped in apprehension. I knew it.  I just didn't know how I could face it.

"But how can I live with it, after?..."  I wondered aloud.

"That's the exciting part," he said proudly.  "Think of how embarrassing it will be in the days ahead.  When that person sees you at work and the two of you know what you've done..."

I moaned.  "Ohhh, I know, that will be so hard..."

"Please,"  he chided.  "You need it.  You want it.  You want something which will send your humiliation fantasies through the roof.  I'll bet you are wet right now,"  he said probingly.

"God, yes," I sighed.  "But people will know...." I whined.

"Of course they will, and that will drive you crazy, in a good way."

I couldn't see it at that moment but my pussy told me that he was probably going to be right. He was always right about me.

"Ok, sir.  What am I supposed to do?" I asked in resignation.

"I have an idea for you.  I still like the element of chance. That way you never know who it may be.  First, I have a task for you. I want you to go to the copy place around the block from you.  I'll call ahead and tell them what you want.  All you do is show up and collect the five things," he said mysteriously.

I sighed. "Ok, sir.  What next, is that it for the night?"  I asked reluctantly. I was so fucking horny I didn't want to have to wait another night. 

"Well, it depends, finding the right person may have to do with their schedules and such but no, it doesn't have to be it for the night. If you can make it happen tonight then all the better,"  he said, obviously pleased with my eagerness.

"What should I wear?" I asked.

He already had thought it out. "Wear those tight, white shorts of yours that I love so much. Also, that Metallica T-shirt,  stilettos. No underwear. I knew the outfit, it was John's favorite. He loved watching me click clack across the floor as he ogled my ass in those shorts. The T-shirt was purposely ripped down the front, exposing my cleavage lewdly. He knew I always wore it tied in a knot at the bottom, which exposed my flat tummy.

"Ok," I smiled.  "Someone is going to get quite a show," I thought. I dressed quickly. I admired myself in the mirror.  I'm not usually so vain, but when I was as horny as I was at that moment, I wanted to look as hot as I felt. I was pretty sure the look would be met with approval by whoever happened to be lucky enough to see it.

"Call me when you are done at the copy shop," he said with excitement.

I thought about the card.  "Work?  Shit," I thought,   Since I work independently, it didn't really matter or wasn't the business of any of the companies I worked with, but still, I shuddered when I thought about someone at one of those places knowing what I did for them.  Then, having to see them on occasion....wow, I realized John was right, that really would be humiliating. Like I said, John was wonderfully devious.

The curiosity nearly killed me on the way to the copy shop. Thank goodness for me, the late shift at the printing shop was just one goofy, hairy, hippy type guy.  He must've been tipped off about me or maybe it was my outfit but he knew what I was there for already.

"Don't worry, it won't take but a minute.  We don't usually do five cards, we do them by the box, but I can see why you wouldn't want a box of these," he joked.  I could only imagine what he was joking about since I didn't know the exact content of the card.  He printed them on leftover blank cards he had laying around.  He handed them to me.  There were five of them. He held a sixth one in his hand.

"Weren't there supposed to be just five?" I asked innocently.

He said, "Oh come on, I'm a guy, you can't just walk in here and have me do this and not expect me to ask....besides the guy who called told me you'd try and get them for free."

I was forced to look at the cards.  "This card entitles the bearer to one of Bailey's glorious blowjobs."  The cards were numbered from 1 to 5, the fifth one was all written in red type. The blood rushed to my face.  I recognized John's instructions, "try to get them free. He'd always prodded me to do this at other times, like with mechanics, pizza deliverers, etc. I'd hadn't actually done it yet.

Still, for some reason I always like to at least try and maintain some dignity, even when I was in the most undignified circumstances, such as this.

"I'm sure he was kidding," I bluffed.  "These cards are just for me and my boyfriend, as a fun game."

I could see the disappointment in the guy's face.  I'm sure he thought about what might happen every moment he was printing out those cards. So much so he'd even printed the extra card for himself.  

"How much for them?" I asked. That was the easy way out. I could always pay.

"Well, like I said," he replied, this time in a more business like fashion. "We don't print them in such low numbers.  We only charge by the box.  So, one box is 35$."

That sounded steep but I thought of the alternative. I started to take out my purse. I could feel Roy, the copy guy, ogling me. I felt my nipples harden under his gaze.  As per John's instructions, no underwear was allowed.

I was roasting under his gaze. I was so worked up from the month long denial, John's kinky ideas and my own mind spinning over the possibilities that I started to waver. Suddenly, I felt my phone buzz.  It startled both of us back to reality.  I was blushing already when I looked at the text message.  It was from John, naturally.  "Did you try and get them free?"  He had written. I could feel Roy's eyes burning into my cleavage when I texted him back.

"Not yet," I replied before I almost chuckled at my own wording. "Not yet," I'd obviously already decided.

"Show me your card," I said, my face flushing with wonderful shame at what I was about to do.

He handed it over.  I read it aloud to him, as I figured John would want. "This entitles the bearer to one of Bailey's glorious blowjobs. Ok, where?" I asked simply. I could feel my pussy wetten. I love sucking cock, it's like an addiction to me.  Why I try and fool myself that I can take it or leave it is a mystery to me.

"Really?  Awesome, fucking awesome," he said excitedly.  I found myself on my knees in the cramped back office sucking the cock of an 18 or 19 year old who had a permanent grin on his face the whole time.  I walked out of that place with the cards in my hand, still wiping his cum from my lips.

John took my call immediately. He was giddy that I'd done as he wished. My pussy was boiling now. I wanted to know what was next.

"Ok ok," he laughed at my over eagerness.  "This task will really test your willingness to be humiliated. Are you sure you are willing?  This is a tough one, I know.  It involves you and a coworker."

"I know," I sighed. My pussy was making all my decisions now.  "Yes, I'm willing,  you know I am, I try and fight it but in the end, you know that I can't.  The fact that it's you and your wonderful thoughts too, well, it drives me to an even higher level."

"Ok then.  I have a list of six of your coworkers.  You are going to pick one.  Do you want to know the six or do you want it completely random?"

"I get to pick?" I asked.  "Maybe this won't be so hard at all," I said to myself.

"No, you have to pick a number, I've assigned them each a number, you won't know who is who."

My shoulders slumped.  He knew I shouldn't have it that easy. "Well, at least tell me who I'm choosing from, then," I begged.

"Sure," he laughed.  "Eddie, Cal, Dean, Charlie, Scott, and Gary."

"Oh god," I thought.  Eddie was the salesman at one of the companies. He was a sweaty, beer bellied guy in his 50s.  Nice enough, but so not hot.  Cal was one of the managers. He was also in his 50s but he was a silver haired fox. I thought of him like a poor man's George Clooney.  He was sharp, he knew everything about the business, he greeted me every time with a sexy and sweet smile and always made me feel good about working with his company. " He wouldn't be bad at all," I thought. 

Dean was in maintenance. He was in his early 20s, well built but dumb as a box of rocks. He reminds me of Joey, from Friends.  I'd thought about his physique before, but never had considered him as a "prospect."  I knew I'd have no choice in the matter, however.  Charlie was the tech.  Complete nerd.  Greasy hair, thick glasses, pants too short, black socks, I swear if there was a manual on how to look nerdy he'd be the model.  Again, super nice, but super not attractive. I began to shudder as I thought about the names and what I'd have to do for them.  I glanced at the cards in my hand.  "Fuck," I giggled nervously.

Scott was kind of a mystery pick. He'd just started working for the company. He was good looking but he was married.  Not that it would matter to my game.  Per my own rules I'd still have to give him that option, should he be "the one."

Finally,  Gary. "Ugh," I thought.  I hated everything about him. I hated his preening arrogance. He thought he was god's gift. He knew everything about everything, or so he'd claim.  I hated him from the tips of his overpriced shoes to the top of his perfectly coiffed gel rigid hair.  Oh, he was good looking all right in a purely physical sense. His overblown personality ruined any chance for him to be "hot" in my book.  I'd heard rumors that he'd bragged to people in his company about how he banged me and then rejected me when I got all interested in him.  Thankfully, I think most people recognize his lies the moment they leave his lips.  I shuddered when I thought about what might happen if the stories were no longer lies. He was actually the owner of his company, thanks to his daddy dying and passing it to him.  Cal, the manager, actually ran the place.

I started to protest to John.  "Look, I'm not sure about this..."  I pleaded. "I mean Gary, you know how I feel about him.  I can't imagine living every day that I go into that business, having to see him, seeing him gloat, having to listen to the gossip no doubt he'd spread."

"Are you sure?" He asked. "Are you sure it wouldn't be humiliating?"

"Of course it would be," I said.

"And are you sure that you don't actually crave that?  Are you sure you wouldn't absolutely get off on that?"

I started to deny it.  He stopped me. "Fine.  If you aren't comfortable with this we can stop.  I think I know you, though. Yes, it'll be humiliating, ridiculously so. However, I'll bet your pussy is gushing and will be, whenever you think about it.  Even if you don't do it now, you'll consider it, you'll ponder it and you'll eventually drive yourself crazy wishing you had."

He respected my wishes, though. We both admitted I enjoyed sucking off the copy guy and we left it at that.  Funny thing was though, I didn't throw out the cards.  I saw them in my purse every time I opened it.  Days went by. I was still horny since I hadn't done the humiliation game I'd built myself up a month for. Even masturbation sessions couldn't take the edge off.  Every time I saw those damned cards it made me think of how bad I wanted to get off.  By Thursday that next week I even considered taking the cards out one by one and handing them out to strangers in similar fashion to my previous games.  I even thought about going into the jar and finding the task requiring Trevor, the athlete, to line his friends up for me to suck.  I just couldn't, though, I couldn't cheat myself. I took out the cards once more. The more I looked at them the hotter it made me.

Every day I went in to one of the companies to work I saw the men on the list. I swear they saw me looking at them differently and I would blush and quickly look away.  Gary especially. He always looks at me like a wolf anyway, now, I wondered if he saw my fear.  Up to that point I'd always smugly and confidently dismissed him with a glare. I wondered if he saw any weakness.  He must've, his suggestive comments seemed more focused and frequent.

I hadn't talked to John since I backed out of the deal on the previous Friday. I called him Thursday evening. I had in mind that I'd beg him for something, anything else, just to be able to get off. I was primed for it. I was so fucking ready for something exciting I couldn't stand it. I really knew why I was calling, deep down.  I think I knew how the conversation would go, even before I called.

John even chuckled as he answered the phone.  "So, what do I owe the pleasure of this call to?" He mocked.

"John!" I scolded.  "You've got me so fucking worked up I'm going crazy!" I moaned.

"How in the world am I driving you crazy?" He chuckled. "We haven't spoken for nearly a week."

"You know what's driving me crazy," I muttered pathetically.  "You and your perverted idea!"

"What, you are still thinking about that lil 'ol thing?" He joked. He knew me.  He told me that I'd be thinking about it, obsessing about it and he was right. He knew me better than I knew myself. He knew my needs, he knew what I desired.  He especially knew my weakness for sucking cock.  It was all part of his grand plan, no doubt.

"So, what's on your mind, sweet, slutty Bailey?" He asked.

I almost screamed at him, but I kept it to an impassioned plea, "You! You and your devious cards!"

He laughed softly.  "I see.  What about them?"

All pretense of mine was now lost.  Any attempt to hide what I really wanted would be laughed off for what it was, a pathetic, transparent lie.

"I still have them, sir. I still have the cards," I meekly squeaked.

"And what is to be done with them?" He asked coolly.

"Finish it, sir. Finish the game," I said, barely above an embarrassed whisper.

He'd waited for this moment. He knew it was coming.  He didn't have to hesitate.

"Pick a number, between one and six," he said sternly.  I've mixed up the names and assigned each one a number.  Whatever the number you pick, that's the guy you must give the cards to,"  he said, emphasizing the "must."

"I understand, sir," I said submissively.  I was a slave to my own desires, this was me, and I had to admit that.

"No matter who you pick?" He asked me.

"Yes, sir. No matter who I pick,"  I said apprehensively, knowing full well the possibilities.




Bailey's Humiliation Games Ch. 03



"Tell me," he instructed.  "Tell me exactly how this is going to work. I want to hear you say it."

"I pick a number," I answered in lustful defeat.  "You tell me who you assigned that number, then, tomorrow I go into work, find that guy and make sure he gets the cards in his hands before the work day is over."

"Then what?"  He asked.

"Um," I said, searching for the answer. "Then, I guess I suck him off?"

"Yes, that you will," he chuckled.  "But I was thinking more about the locations and the instructions," he said.

"What did you have in mind, sir?" I asked shyly. I was so fucking horny yet so filled with anxiety about what it all might mean.

"Well, the first one, being such an initial surprise....is there any way you could lure the person to, say, a bar for maybe an after work drink?  That way, when you present the cards you can be wearing the outfit I wanted you to wear and you can kind of be on neutral territory, so to speak."

"Well yes," I stammered. "I guess I wouldn't have trouble getting any one of those guys to a bar if I asked them to go.  Well, maybe not Scott, he's the married one, but who knows, he may even say yes."

"Then it's settled," said John.  "You ask the "winner" to the bar after work tomorrow, present them with the cards and the rest should follow naturally."

"But John," I pleaded. "There are five cards...I'm sure...I mean...he's probably only good for one, maybe two in a night," I stuttered haltingly.

He laughed. "That's the point of it being five. I'm imagining that he'll use those five carefully.  It will mean that you will basically be at his beck and call for days.  I think that's the humiliating beauty of it. You'll never know when, or where, save the first one, perhaps."

That thought frightened and excited me at the same time. "But sir, what if he wants one....somewhere inappropriate, like at work?"

John's reaction was stern and direct. "You will suck him off whenever and wherever he wants.  It's up to you not to get caught if you wish it. In fact, you are to tell the guy that whenever he presents you with a card you are to drop to your knees right there and suck him as it says on the card.  I have instructions for each card, I'll text them to you later.

"Yes, sir." I groaned. 

"Good,"  he said confidently.  "Shall we find out who the lucky guy is?"

I swear I was sweating now, heat was hitting me in all parts of my body, my face, my chest, and yes, especially my pussy.  "Yes sir."

"Give me a number, then,"  he said. "But only if you want to, only do this if you are sure you can follow it through."

"I can, sir.  Three!  I pick three!" I said without thinking.

"Well, this is interesting...."  he chuckled softly.

"What?  Who is it, who is it?" I begged like a crazy woman.  Here I was, begging to know who it was I was going to have to suck off five times.

"...are you sure you can handle it?"  He teased.  "you can still back out until you know..." he said, tormenting me.

"I'm sure, I'm sure!"  I begged.  "I'll suck off whoever it is, five times sir, I promise!" I yelled into the phone.

"Gary," he said firmly as my heart dropped.

I almost tossed the phone.  There was silence on the other end as well.  Thoughts crashed over me like a tsunami.  Gary, fucking preening Gary. He'd tell everyone, there was no doubt of that. He'd tell them all about the cock suckings he'd be getting from Bailey.  He'd also have the remaining cards as proof. Though I still had some plausible deniability. I could always just say he made them up, as a sick joke.  I couldn't do it, I had to do it, I won't do it, but I have to," I whined to myself.  Suddenly I saw how it all would play out, in my head. My pussy ruled the day.

"Sir?" I asked, breaking the long silence.  "Is there anything else?" I said in a soft, pitiful peep.

He was waiting for that response.  "Card five, when you get to that one, text me. I have one final thing I'd like, besides what's already written."

"Yes sir," I said as I hung up.  I wished that it was John's cock I was servicing at that moment, almost like the security of thumb sucking, to relieve me of all that tension.  I got the text he referred to earlier, it read: Card one - fully clothed- spit. Card two- Topless, face. Card three- Topless and in panties, face and tits. Card four- nude, face, tits, lick off. Card five was printed in red.  It said, "Nude, swallow and call for further instructions."  "Fuck," I hissed. It just made me even wetter. He had planned out each of the blowjobs. 

I was a zombie most of the day Friday.  Gary's company was my last stop, I made sure of it.  When I got there I was shocked that he'd already left for the day.  After the initial relief washed over me the anxiety began to creep in again.  No fucking way I wanted to wait another weekend without something fucking big happening to me. Plus, now I'd promised John.  We are both stubborn and competitive, there was no way I'd back out on a promise to him.  If I did, then the rest of our games wouldn't mean as much.  I ran into Cal, sweet, silver haired Cal.  On another day as horny as I'd become I'd have seduced him right there on the spot.  That day, however, would have to wait.  He informed me that Gary had gone to a local bar with a couple of the salesmen. Cal was suspicious when I asked which one. He knew that I hated Gary.  I made up some excuse about some papers he needed to sign.  I guess he bought it.  He supplied me with the directions.

I snuck off to a bathroom to prepare.  I had the outfit John wanted me to wear, in a bag.  I changed quickly.  I shook my head again when I saw myself in the mirror.  " Gary doesn't deserve this," I pouted.  I made sure no one was around when I hurried out to my car as fast as my high heels would allow.  Running in stilettos isn't really wise, after all. 

I thought about what I was doing the whole way over.  I actually drove past the bar several times with the intention of driving past, going home and forgetting it all.  Again, my pussy ruled. It was humming, I swear I'd never reached such an excited buzz.

Finally, I parked. I looked at myself one last time in the rear view mirror. "God, I really am a humiliation slut if I do this," I said to myself.

I walked in.  Gary spotted me immediately.  He swooped in like a vulture.

"Whoa, Bailey, nice outfit, what are you doing here?"  He said and he added a low whistle.

I lied and said I was just here to blow off some steam, that it had been a long week and Cal had told me about this place.

He didn't let the word "blow" pass by.  "Heh, yeah, I for one want you to blow off some steam too," he chuckled lewdly. He was already buzzed.

I ignored the comment.  Again, for some reason I insist on at least putting up a front of dignity, even when it would all come crashing down shortly.

I let him buy me a drink while he hit on me non-stop.  He touched my arm when he talked, he leaned in and made suggestive comments.  I pretended to ignore it, it only encouraged him, since I wasn't totally shutting him down.  I needed the drinks, I figured at least two would get me buzzed enough to allow my lust to boil over. By the time I downed the second one, he had become bold enough to let his hand caress my knee, which he then inched up, little by little as I drank. He was nearly at my panties, I could feel the heat from his fingers nearly grazing the material when I abruptly stopped him.  I had to use the ladies room and in truth, I also had to steel my nerve to do what I'd come to do.  When I returned, the bartender stopped me and motioned me over. His name was Ray. He was a rugged looking guy. He had a stubbly beard that I instantly could envision between my legs. I had to shoo that thought away for now.

"That guy who is all over you," he began. "I don't know if you know him all that well, but he's been talking about you, and not in a nice way either, if you catch my drift."

I shrugged. "It's ok, I can handle him, we work together."

He continued. "Plus, I can't say for sure, but I think he slipped something in your drink.  I just saw a flash of it, so I can't prove it, but I switched that drink with another when he wasn't looking, just to be sure."

"Wow, thanks," I said.  

"You be careful," he said with compassion.

"I will, thanks!"  I said appreciatively and as I walked away I again had to try and push out the thought of that gorgeous prickly face working some magic between my legs.

I thought about Gary slipping me a roofie or something.  "What a fucker," I cursed under my breath, little did he know he didn't need that kind of persuasion. I was under orders from my pussy, or so it seemed.

I returned and Gary swooped back in. He blocked me from other guys like I was his property.  In fact, in a way, I was, or would soon be, temporarily.

I was good and lit now.  Buzzed enough to enjoy it, not too buzzed to not be in control.  As I've said before, alcohol just fuels my lust, in this case, it really helped me.

"So you never answered me," Gary said evilly.  "What brought you out here, really?"

It was time. We'd danced long enough.  "Can you keep a secret?" I asked. I knew he wouldn't. Still, I wanted to act like I'd believe him, just for appearance sake.

"Sure!" He lied.  His cool glib look probably would've fooled all but the most expert in lie detection.

"Are you sure?" I asked pleadingly. "I'm serious.  You can't tell anyone, ever."

He was now clearly intrigued.  He swore up and down that he could keep a secret.  His ability to lie so easily was a sight to behold.

I began a lie myself.  "I came here to do something...."  I said in a whisper.  "I didn't know you'd be here.  I chose this place because it isn't some place I'd ever normally come to."

"Ok?" He asked questioningly.

"I have this....um....thing I wanted to do," I said as I felt my pussy twitch in anticipation of the inevitable embarrassment.

Gary could sense it was something that might benefit him.  His eyes narrowed and his mouth formed a wolfish grin.

"What is it?" He asked impatiently.  

"Gawd," I moaned. "This is so embarrassing," I said truthfully. "Are you sure you won't tell anyone?" I knew it was an impossibility but I think I was convincing him of my innocent sincerity.

"Yes, yes, I won't fucking tell anybody already!" He said, nearly exasperated.

"Promise?" I begged dramatically.

"Yes, I fucking promise!" He squirmed excitedly.

"Well," I said blushing profusely now that the time was at hand, "I have something I was going to give to a stranger...but, since you are here, and...well...maybe it's better that it is someone I could trust..." I said, nearly spitting out those last words in disgust. I think that in his own curiosity and excitement perhaps he didn't catch my insincerity at that moment.

He was staring directly into my eyes, I couldn't escape his lustful glare. I had to spill it.  "I just had this fantasy...." I said shamefully as I took out the five cards and jammed them into his hand.  I didn't even watch his reaction as I walked past him and outside into the clean night air. I only had a moment of respite.  He bounded out immediately.

"Wow!" He said excitedly. "What the fuck is this?" he asked while he pulled me into his muscled chest.  I backed away from him. I had my head down bashfully.

"I told you, I had this fantasy, a friend of mine suggested it.  I really dug the idea...."  I stammered as I shifted uncomfortably from one heel to the other.

"Seriously!" He said again with lust.  "Explain this to me."

"Fuck," I nearly spat.  It was humiliating enough without having to say it to his face. But true to my nature I allowed the embarrassment to engulf me.  "I gave you five cards. For each card you give me you get a blowjob," I said, now totally red faced.

"Fuck," he answered. "I always knew you were a fucking hot one, I told everyone, they all think you are all perfect and hoity toity, but I knew you had a bit of a slut in you."

He really was a charmer.  If I wasn't so committed to my own humiliation he'd have blown his chance already many times over.

"It's just a fantasy," I whined.  "Remember not to tell anyone?" I begged.

He again agreed hurriedly. He didn't want to mess up his chance before anything happened.

"So what if I gave you card number one right now?" He asked impatiently.

"Gawd," I moaned. It was really happening. I was falling into that lustful hole, that dark place inside me that automatically takes me over.

"You really want to do this?" I said with fake concern. "Are you sure you are ok with it? I mean, we work together and all."

"Fuck yeah," He grunted, "I'm fine with it."  Of course he was.

"And you won't tell?" I asked one last time, almost for my own benefit to see if he could actually tell the truth.

"Not a soul," he slurred lasciviously.  I'm not even sure he was trying to be believable any more.

He handed me the first card.  I took it in my hand nervously. I couldn't believe it was happening.

"So now what?" He asked glibly.

"Now you get one of Bailey's glorious blowjobs," I joked nervously.

"Just like that?" He sniffed suspiciously.

"Yes, just like that," I said, my face lowered submissively.  "That's the fantasy, that I have to do it, just like that. Whenever you give me a card, wherever, I have to suck you off...give them to me in order, though, I have specific ideas in mind," I said, my voice trailing off.

"just..." I begged.

"I know, don't tell anyone," he joked cruelly.

"Yes," I said softly. "But also, make sure it isn't somewhere we could get caught, or get in trouble, or get arrested."

"Yeah," he agreed. "But otherwise, anytime I see you and give you the card, you'll immediately get on your knees for me and suck me off?" He asked incredulously as if hearing it for the first time.

"Yes," I peeped meekly. "Just be careful,"  I urged.

"Oh, I will," he chuckled.  "Right now, you have the first card..." he said, looking around.

"We're in a parking lot!" I whined.  He had no idea, but if he'd have demanded it, I'd have dropped to my knees right there. Thankfully, he had some discretion.

"My truck," he grunted.  "We'll see if it is glorious or not," he said coldly. He pulled me into the cab of his truck. 

He was pawing at my top and tweaking my excited nipples. I remembered the instruction for card number 1, "fully clothed, spit,"  I thought, "Ha, he'll hate that!"

I moved his hands away while I unzipped his pants.  He just threw back his head and moaned as I stroked him to hardness.  I slobbered on the head of his cock, coating him with my saliva.  He put his hands in my hair.  I suckled him softly at first, I let the head of his cock slip out of my mouth with soft popping sounds. He was good and hard now. His cock was firm and full, a beautiful cock, really, though I'd never tell him that to his arrogant face.  Still, I knew my place, I was just the humiliated slut that was forcing herself to suck his lucky cock. I really do love sucking cock, and even at the moment, his.  I never shortchange anyone. I gave him my best.  He kept trying to get my tits out, but true to John's wishes I didn't allow it, though I knew it would come in the future.  We were still in a crowded lot and sure enough, eventually people did walk by. Several people just looked in, shook their heads and kept walking.  But, as Gary approached his boiling point two guys walked by and hooted and hollered.  This just made Gary hotter.  He gave them the thumbs up as if to say, "look at this slut I have sucking my cock, don't you wish it was you?" They stopped to watch as Gary finally blew his load into my mouth. I let it drain completely as my eyes met the two men's eyes.  They were laughing and high fiving each other.

"Is it our turn next?"  They joked loudly.  I was blushing but the immediate thought I had was, if they only had two of the cards...."  I let that possibility wash over me as Gary wound down.  Slowly I let the cum slide out of my mouth and back down over his cock.  He didn't seem to care, he was spent.

Shyly, I looked up at his intense eyes.  "Promise you won't tell?"

Gary was full of himself now.  He'd had me. He had the remaining cards, literally, he did hold all the cards.

He surprised me a bit with his answer.  "Ok, my cock sucking slut, I said I wouldn't tell.  However, you owe me four more of these blowjobs you call glorious.  I can't say for sure whether it was glorious or not, but I'm hoping you'll get even better with each one."

"Bastard," I fucking thought, "he'll never have one as good from anyone else," I knew in my heart.

"But, the deal is, whenever, wherever I give you the card you start blowing me.  If and only if you are true to you word then maybe I'll be true to mine."

I nodded shyly in embarrassment. "I will sir," I said submissively. "I promised I would."

"How do you like your fantasy so far?" He sneered.

"Interesting," I softly joked, though my face was red with the shame as well as slick with his cum.

He coolly took the remaining cards and put them carefully in his shirt pocket.  He then basically shoved me out of his truck, some of his cum still on my lips. The two guys that had watched just smiled and gave me the thumbs up as I walked away in embarrassment.  I sat in the car stewing in my own shameful lust.  I nearly got out and approached the two guys I was so worked up. Instead, I had a better idea.  After they left I marched back into the bar.  Ray just smiled at me as he saw me re-enter.  I was right about him. His manly stubble tickled my inner thighs for most of the night.

It didn't take Gary long to approach me again. It was Monday.  He basically followed me around like a loyal mutt as I made my rounds in the building. I started to look for signs in people's faces for evidence of whether he'd bragged about it or not and a few of them looked suspicious.  I wondered if I was just being paranoid about it.  I knew he'd tell though, if he hadn't already.  That was part of John's game. He wanted me to have to live with my own humiliation.  Gary approached me as I was about to leave his building.

"Come with me," he snarled.  He yanked me by my arm down the hallway. I looked around and saw we were alone, thankfully.  He pulled me into the men's bathroom.  He handed me Card number two.  I sighed. At least he locked the door behind him.  He sat on the disgusting toilet, he made me drop to my knees.

"Suck me, slut," he growled excitedly.  He was enjoying his power over me. He saw I wasn't going to stop him, that it wasn't just a drunken one time thing.  I took out his cock, almost instinctively, I moaned when I took his head in my mouth.

"Fuck yeah," he groaned. "You fucking love this cock, don't you?"

"Mmm, hmm," I moaned back.  I did enjoy his cock, him, not so much.  He again was trying to pinch my nipples through my silk blouse, I then remembered what I was supposed to do differently this time.  I undid the blouse and let it slip to the floor, which I immediately regretted as I saw the floor was dirty and wet from prior users.  It was too late to worry about it now, though.  I quickly shed my bra too, he had complete access to my tits and nipples. He took full advantage of it. He twisted and teased my nipples mercilessly.  He had me moaning and whimpering, it only encouraged him to be rougher, which only served to make me moan and whimper ever louder.  He rode my face hard this time, he spent a lot of the time holding my head on him and fucking my mouth. I let him use me like that while he sweetly tortured my nipples.  It was too much for him and he started to shoot his load. I quickly pulled my mouth off of him and took it all over my face, as John had instructed.  He covered me good and properly (as properly as it could be, on a dirty restroom floor, face full of cum and all).




Bailey's Humiliation Games Ch. 03



"Fuck," he groaned appreciatively before catching himself. "Uh, that was better, slut. But I'm sure you can do even better next time,"  He chuckled crudely.

I took Card number two and stuck in in the waistband of my skirt. Two down, three to go.  He walked out first. He didn't even look back at the slut as I put on my top which was now smelly and sticky from urine. I had to hustle out quickly before anyone noticed, or worse, before Gary called attention to me.

He only waited until Wednesday for round number three.  This time, I definitely noticed some different looks from people in the building. I could hear some snickers behind my back and even saw a couple smirks shot my way as I passed. I tried to ignore them even as I wanted to crawl into a hole and just cover myself up.  Gary called me into his office. I'd avoided it like the plague in the past because I knew he'd try something if I did. This time I had no choice.  There were people around, they saw me enter, it couldn't be helped. He was going to take advantage of this the best he could.  I closed the door behind me. It had no locks.  I started to protest.

"Hush," he scolded as he handed me the third card. "If you are good, and quick, you'll get done before anyone comes in," he laughed cruelly.

"Gary!" I protested as if I had any choice in the matter. "Please, it's too public, how about the bathroom again?"

"How about you stop complaining and get to sucking?" He said coldly.  "Remember, I have these cards. You want me to walk out of the office now and show them to everyone? Do you want me to show everyone how you made up your own cards about how you'll be giving me five blowjobs upon request?"

I dropped my head, "No, Gary, please...."

"Then you'll suck my fucking cock right here, right now," he said tersely.

"Yes, sir," I groaned. I fell to my knees on his soft carpet, at least I could be thankful for that.  He sat in his big executive chair while I worked my mouth over his cock. I had to take off my top and my skirt for this one. I hoped I'd have enough time to finish him and get dressed before being discovered. Gary had a smug expression on his face the whole time. He again loved teasing my nipples lewdly as I worked on him. I felt so exposed there in his office, under his desk with my tits hanging and swaying, only covered by the thin material of my panties. I got him nice and hard and was working a good rhythm on him when it happened.  Suddenly the door opened.  Gary didn't seem the least bit surprised. I was under his desk as I was blowing him. I wondered if I could be seen. It didn't matter, it had been a setup.

"You wanted me for something?"  I heard a voice ask. It was Dean, the maintenance guy.

"Yeah," Gary chuckled.  "Do you have that card I gave you earlier?" He asked.  

My heart nearly flipped out of my chest. My mouth was still on his cock. I was trying to be quiet but the surprise made me spit it out loudly. I'm sure Dean heard it. I heard him laugh.

"Did I get here too late?" He said with a chuckle.

"No," Gary said with utter disdain for me.  "I was just warming her up."  He stood up, and walked around the desk, leaving me open for Dean's viewing.

"Nice," he drawled.  "I didn't believe you at first.  I thought Bailey hated you. In fact, I thought Bailey hated men in general," he joked.

"But you can see that isn't the case," joked Gary as the men bantered back and forth as if I wasn't even there.  I was there all right. I could feel my blood rushing back and forth between my brain, my face, and my pussy. Yes, my pussy, it was fucking juicy, I couldn't stop it. I could feel my wetness through my panties, I wondered if they could smell my excitement.

"You can clearly see the slut loves sucking cock so much she had to make up cards to give out so she can swallow all that cum."

I wanted to melt into that shag carpet.

"So," said Dean, interrupting my temporary respite.  "This card entitles me to one of your blowjobs?"

I could barely see through the haze of red that filled my head.  "Yes, yes it does...." I choked out.

I'd never even considered the possibility of Gary giving them to anyone else. I'd assumed that he would enjoy ever last one for himself. Although, I knew this wasn't an altruistic move on his part. No, he was doing it to thoroughly humiliate me.  He had his own desire to debase the slut that had rejected him for so long. I had tears in my eyes as I crawled over to Dean. He had leaned himself back onto Gary's desk.

"Look at that slut's tits sway," Gary snickered.  "She loves her nipples twisted," he urged to Dean.  Dean took full advantage.  I fellated him as Gary knelt beside me and played with my tits and fondled my body freely.  I was sucking Dean fast and furiously, hoping beyond hope that I could finish this ordeal before everyone in the entire building walked in.  

Gary slid my panties aside and fingered my pussy while I blew Dean. I didn't stop him. I really couldn't. I had to focus on the task at hand. I let him finger fuck me to his heart's content. It only drove me crazier with lust. I'd have crawled onto a doorknob at that point and tried to get myself off if I could've.  Thankfully, Dean wasn't in it for the long haul. He just wanted to cum in some hungry slut's mouth. I was confused for a moment, on one hand, he had given me the fourth card, but on the other he really was the third one to cum, so I went with that thought. Card three was supposed to be, "topless and in panties, cum on my face and tits."  So I let him. I aimed it at my face and let him shoot his youthfully large load on my face. I let it drip down tantalizingly on my tits as I stroked the entire load out of him. He collapsed back onto the desk.  

Gary was furiously stroking his fingers in and out of my pussy. His fingers were coated with my lustful juices. "I want this pussy," he growled.

"You get blowjob number four," I moaned as he pushed me towards orgasm. I really didn't want to cum for him, I couldn't stand that much humiliation, as strange as that sounds. I wanted to stay in some form of control, as little as that seemed at the time.

He was horny, he didn't argue. He slumped back into his chair and let me finish the job I'd started. My panties were down at my knees now, I could feel Dean ogling my bare ass from the chair behind me. I let him enjoy it. Gary was close, even when I had just begun again.  The excitement of watching me blow Dean, along with finger fucking me had him worked up already.  He started to spasm. Again, I stroked his cock and aimed it at my face. His load joined his coworker's on my face.  The fact that it was now two loads on me made it easy for all that cum to drip onto my chest and run in rivulets down my tummy and even down my legs.  The men were slumped into their chairs.  They were still ogling me closely, wondering what the slut would do next.  I knew what I was supposed to do. I looked down at all the cum on my body.  "Fuck,"  I thought.  "This wasn't supposed to be two loads." But I knew what John would expect from me.  I took a deep breath and I started scooping it all up with my fingers.  The men just sat there with wide eyes as I stuck my fingers in my mouth. Over and over, I had to take them cum and lick it off my fingers. It took several minutes.  It was a strange scene, for sure. I was still topless, my panties were still around my knees, as I ate their cum from me.

Finally, I finished and regained some control over the situation.  I pulled my panties up quickly and had on my skirt and top before the men got up off of their lazy asses.

Gary grabbed me and pulled me in and tried to kiss me. His hands fondled my tits while Dean did the same thing from behind me. I was sandwiched between them. I pushed them both away. 

"Enough," I said sternly. "You got what I promised," I hissed.

Gary shook his head in agreement. "True, I just thought that maybe a slut like you...."

I cut him off.  "You still have one card left," I pointed out. "Use it wisely."

He grinned.  "You can bet on that."

I motioned at Dean while staring at Gary. "And, this...."  I sneered. "That was just....fucking cruel....you bastard."

Gary laughed heartily. "You loved every fucking minute of it, don't deny it, l could tell by how wet your pussy was when I was fingering you."

I could only blush as I rushed out of the office with my head down.  I only saw all the head shaking and disapproving glances in my peripheral vision.  They all knew, they had to now and there was still more to do.



{End of "Bailey's Humiliation Games-3....story to continue} 



Bailey's Humiliation Games Ch. 04



Gary would make me sweat out that last card.  I avoided his building for the rest of the week and into the next week. I was able to do most of my work over the phone. I knew that people talked about what I was doing, what I was, the minute they hung up the phone. In fact, I had one unbearably embarrassing thing happen during one call.  

I'd finished my business and started to hang up when I heard Cal's secretary on the other end. She'd hung up the phone, or tried to, by no doubt pushing the button where the cradle sits. Since I hadn't hung up somehow we were still connected. This is what I heard.

"Can you believe that slut?" said Doris, the secretary. "Can you believe what she did?"  I could hear some muttering in the background.

"I told you it was true, even after you didn't believe me when Gary told us the first time.  I knew she was a slut, the moment I laid eyes on her. When he said she'd sucked him off in our hallway restroom....well, I didn't want to believe it, but then last week, in his office, and both he and Dean came out right after she rushed out of here smelling like a skank, well, you believe me now, don't you?"

I was mortified but strangely, I'd expected all of it. I continued to listen to her berate me to some unknown person.

I heard another voice again but again I was unable to process what he or she was saying.  Doris cleared it up for me.

"Don't be surprised, honey," she said.  "Apparently, she'll suck anyone off," she said dismissively.  "I think all you have to do is ask," she said as she chuckled cruelly.

Finally I recognized the other voice, it was Eddie, the salesman.  "I don't think so," I heard him say meekly. "I'm sure I'm not her type."

Doris cackled evilly. "I don't think she has a type, dearie. Try it, next time you see that slut, that is, if she ever shows her cum covered face in here again, next time you just march right up to her and tell her you'd like your dick sucked."

"I'm sorry," I heard Eddie say with embarrassment. "I guess I'm just not the type to do that.  I mean, whatever she does, it is still her business after all."

Doris just harrumphed.  "Suit yourself. I still think she'd do it, especially if you told her you'd tell everyone else about what you know she's done."

Blackmail?  "That bitch," I said to myself angrily.

"Sorry, just not my style," Eddie sighed.  "Whatever you think about her, she really is a nice woman, I'm sure there's more to it than you think," he offered before walking out. I heard the door close behind him.  I hung up quickly.  I'd remember Eddie's kind words.

Everyone knew.  I couldn't stay away forever. I forced myself to go back to my usual schedule. I ignored the looks, I pretended not to hear the snickers. After all, I only worked with these people, I didn't exactly work for them.  I still had to blush when Dean would grin and wave at me stupidly. I avoided him the best I could. He didn't press it, though.  Gary still had that last card, the one in red, which reminded me I had to ask John what his extra instructions were. He just laughed and told me to text him, when that moment arrived.  Finally, it did. I think Gary waited just to be in such a horny state he'd enjoy it even more.  It just put me on edge, never knowing when, where, or how.  He would just smile at me lewdly and say "hi," or "goodnight," I was always expecting the worst.  He teased me like that for days. I knew he couldn't hold out forever.  The worst part of the wait was that my pussy was basically dripping every time I left his building, from all the anticipation.

Finally, it was a Friday night again.  This time, I purposely hit Gary's building before I knew he'd leave. I wanted it. I wanted it over, I wanted his cock in my mouth, I wanted the final humiliating experience. Gary saw me and grinned in a way that can only say, "there's that cock sucking slut!"

He pulled me aside by my arm, after not so subtly rubbing his hand across my tits on the way.  I saw everyone watching our every move. He whispered in my ear.  "I have a card with your name on it," he teased.

"I know," I begged. "Not here, please."

"No, not here," he agreed, "Been there, done that," he laughed.  "No, meet me at the same bar where you sucked my cock the first time."

"Why?" I whined.  I just had a funny feeling about it.

"Because I want to, and you'll do whatever I want, whenever, won't you?"

"Yes," I hissed softly.  "When?"

"Meet me inside at 7pm. "Don't wear so much clothing," he instructed.

"What? What does that mean?" I asked. 

Just from my response he knew I was open to it and it just opened the door for him.

"I don't know," he said exasperated.  "First, don't wear a fucking bra, it'll just save me from taking it off of you."

"Ok," I said hesitatingly.  "What else?"

"Well, then wear a top that shows that you are not wearing a bra. Let people see those beautiful titties, you know?  Do you have something like that?"

"Yes, I suppose so.  I have a white silk top that I usually tie at the waist. It exposes my tummy...." I started to explain.

"I don't want it to just expose your stomach..." he spat out. "I want your titties on display!"

I continued, "it does, trust me, I tie it up and my tummy shows, but without a bra my tits will basically be spilling out, depending on how I button it.

"How will you button it?" He asked me with a sneer.

"Um, so that my titties are nearly out?" I asked, seeking his approval.

"Good,"  he panted, his lust was climbing.  "Now, I want something on the bottom that just says, slut.  What do you have like that?"

I told him I had short skirts, shorts, he didn't seem impressed by any of them.  I had an idea. I was picking up his vibe, it seemed. 

"Well, how about this?"  I asked.  I have some really low rise jeans. I mean low.  They were really in a few years ago. What if I wear those...." I said as his eyes surveyed mine.  I needed to sell him more on the idea.  "They really are low. I mean, the top of my ass will be spilling out.  What if I wear those, and one of those slut thongs, one that you'll be able to see clearly. My ass will be hanging out and the thong will be several inches out of my jeans."

I saw his eyes perk with that thought.  "I have a really slutty red thong. Oh my god, that would look so fucking slutty,"  I said. I was really getting into my own humiliation.  I didn't know why, but I wanted this last time to be really memorably embarrassing, as if it wasn't enough that this total jerk of a man totally owned my mouth as his own property.

"That sounds great!" He said excitedly.  "I want you there at 7. Sit at the bar, I'll be there, at a table. I want you to sit there like the slut you are and let men buy you drinks. I'll just watch for the time being."

"Ok?" I asked with curiosity. "You know that I'm going to get hit on, right?  I mean, especially dressed like that."

"Exactly," he smiled coolly.  "Let it happen. Just do what comes naturally."

"What if they hit on me, want to dance or something?" I asked.

"Then let them hit, and dance," he joked.

"I see," I said. "But I can see a problem.  What if they start pawing me? You know how men are."

"Yes I do," he grinned.  "Let them paw you, in fact, you are to let them do anything they can get away with, at the bar."

"Anything?" I gulped nervously. 

"Yes, anything they can get away with, at the bar," he emphasized. "Meaning, touching, kissing, etc. Just at the bar, they can't take you away from the bar, unless it is to dance."

"I don't know..." I whined. "This isn't part of the deal...."  I pleaded.  I wasn't very convincing.  I knew it. He knew it. In fact, his idea had my blood boiling.  Who knew he had such a dominant streak?  He was toying with my submission.

"Well, we could just have you blow me right here," he chuckled as he pointed out from the glass enclosed conference room we were in. We all called it the "fish bowl" because it had glass walls all around.  People were walking to and fro, all around the room.  You could see everything that went on in that room.  I felt a fearful pang with the sudden thought of being completely naked, on my knees, as he sat in his executive chair while I blew him, his smug look on his face, while his coworkers pressed their faces up against the glass to watch....

"Fine,"  I said softly.  "7 O'clock."   He thankfully let me free of all the prying eyes.  I could sense disappointment on their faces, I'm sure they wanted to see another "slut episode" so they could talk about it later. I needn't have worried about it, thanks to Gary.

I talked to John on the phone. I told him everything.  He was quite thrilled at how it all was turning out.  I kept telling him how horrible everything was and he kept telling me how great it all sounded. He knew me, he knew what I was really feeling. 

He chuckled oddly.  "You know when you picked #3 the other day....?"

"Yessss," I spat.  "When I fucking picked Gary...."

He laughed again, "um, I don't know how to tell you this but...I'll just say it. #3 was actually Cal."

"You fucking bastard!" I screamed into the phone.

He was still chuckling. "I know you have a thing for Cal. I knew there'd be no humiliation in having you do that. I just lied and told you it was Gary because I felt he'd be the one most able to exact the kind of humiliation you needed."  He paused.  "And I was right, obviously."

"Fuck,"  I sighed. A quick thought of how it would've been so different had it been Cal.  He was right, though, no doubt humiliation wouldn't have even played a part in it. 

"Admit it, this incredible experience has you all worked up, hasn't it?" He asked.

"You know it has," I whispered in embarrassment. "More than ever."

"I felt he would be the right guy for this," John mused. "In fact, judging from his behavior so far I'd say you'd be wise to continue."

"Of course I'll continue," I giggled nervously. "I still owe him a blowjob." "No," Gary said.  "I mean, you should continue with him even after."

"What?" I asked incredulously.

"You heard me. I think he's just the guy to tap into this incredible vein you have, the humiliation. It seems he gets into it as much as you do."

"But I can't," I pleaded. "What about you?  What about all your wonderful ideas."

"I'll always be here. That wouldn't change.  I just think you should let this guy steer the ship for awhile. At least until you tire of him and need something new.  Tell me you will.  His ideas rival mine.  Tell me you don't fantasize about how it may all turn up if he's given the reins completely."

"Oh god," I sighed.  "Completely?  He'd work me like an Alaskan sled dog."

"Yes," John mused. "I think that might be exactly what you are looking for."

"I don't know," I stammered while at the same moment the blood was rushing to my pussy.

"Do it," he urged.  "Tell me about it later, if you so desire," he said.

I hadn't even conjured up the possibility of that, what that would all mean.  I had to hurry to get ready, John wished me luck.

I showed up at 7 as ordered.  I sat at the bar. I was disappointed that Ray wasn't working, instead, the owner, a fat, balding guy with bad teeth, was behind the bar.  He ogled me freely.  My top was as I'd advertised. It was barely buttoned and depending on how I turned or moved would expose most, if not all of my tits, at least from the side.  The bartender as well as my neighbors on either side of me got good looks at what I had under there. It just made my nipples jut out even more obscenely.  I didn't see Gary. There were booths on the outer walls of the place and they were bathed in semi darkness.  The middle of the room was the dance floor which was lit up like Las Vegas at night.  The brightness of the center of the room made it impossible to see beyond, into the booths.  I could sense he was there, though.  

Both men on the sides of me bought me drinks and I downed them greedily.  I wanted to feel the buzz to help with the anxiety.  I thought about card five, being nude and something "else" per John's instructions. I wondered if I should text him right then but I knew he wanted me to wait until just before the final act.  

Sure enough, the bolder of the two guys asked me to dance. I couldn't say no so I joined him on the dance floor.  He was a good dancer and he twirled me around freely. I knew this only helped to expose me further, to whoever was lucky enough to have the right angle. I knew they'd see my nipples, hard and excited.  He kept me through several songs, and I felt sweat starting to drip down my neck, into my cleavage.  My top started to cling to my tits. My nipples stuck out proudly, I couldn't hide anything. I wondered if Gary was getting a good view.  

The songs slowed down and the burly dancer guy pulled me in close. My tits were crushed against his massive torso. He spun me around playfully.  For a big man, he sure was light on his feet.  He pulled me back into him. Soon, his hands found their way to my back, then my ass.  Since my ass was spilling out over the top of the low rise jeans I knew he could get a nice feel of my backside.  As I was instructed I let his hands roam freely. Finally, he allowed me to return to the bar.  Once there, his hands slid up and down the inner side of my jeans, up my thighs.  I was afraid to resist and anger Gary.  His thick, meaty fingers found my pussy and he rubbed it through the material. I could only groan and look around.  I remembered the, "anything they can get away with, at the bar," comment. I fidgeted uncomfortably as he used his thumb and index finger to squeeze and rub my lips through my jeans.

The guy on the other side had started talking me up at the same time. I don't know if you can imagine how hard it is to carry on one conversation, with a guy leering straight down your top while another guy rubs your pussy, right at the bar.  I'm sure I sounded like a stammering fool to the one guy but he didn't care, he was enjoying the view of my tits.  I actually had to turn towards him a bit to hide what the other guy was doing and by doing that, I basically exposed my tits to him, right down to the nipples.  He didn't even look at me while he was talking.  The skinnier guy asked me to dance. The burly guy just grunted. Turns out they were friends.  I'm sure this didn't happen to them every day.  "Skinny" took me out to the dance floor. He was awkward. He jerked around like he was having a seizure. I just tried to sway in time with the music while he stumbled around.  The minute the first slow song came on his hands were also on my ass. Both of them, he had fists full of the fleshy parts that stuck out. My thong was sticking up and over the jeans prominently.  It just screamed, "slut," as Gary had wished.

I felt Skinny's finger trace itself inside the material of the thong, then into the top of the crack of my ass and trace down until it was just inside the material of my jeans. I cringed but per instruction I didn't stop it.  Seeing no resistance of any kind he kept jamming his finger further down into my pants. I knew that all the people in the booths behind us could see everything that was going on.  Finally, I kind of grunted at him and shifted away. He pulled his finger out only to place both his hands directly on my tits as he smiled lewdly.  

I sighed. I tried to press myself into it to at least hide it a bit but it wasn't working, he just moved back and played with my tits through the material. When the slow song was over I went back to the bar.  Burly guy wasted no time getting me another drink and his hand went back to rubbing my pussy.  I have to admit, I enjoyed that immensely, in comparison to the mauling on the dance floor. Skinny wasn't satisfied with what he was getting, though. He moved in closer and slipped his hand inside my top. My tits were easily accessible.  I groaned when his long fingers tweaked my nipples. It made me jerk and groan.  I was being manhandled right there in the middle of the bar. I regained my senses. I saw the bar was like a 'U" shape.  The ends of the bar were far more private, and away from more prying eyes. I quickly told the guys I needed to move to the end of the bar.  They followed close behind, Burly guy's hand slid inside the back of my jeans, he was basically guiding me to the end of the bar by my ass.

Once we were in the corner their pawing became more unrestrained and frantic. Skinny had my top open now and my tits were out. He occasionally slid his head down and licked and sucked at my nipple which only drove me wilder.  Burly wasn't satisfied with rubbing my pussy through the material anymore, he unzipped my jeans and seeing how I didn't stop him, dug his hand inside my now accessible pants. I gasped when his fat finger slid over my hot pussy.  He could only jam his hand in so far, his finger tantalized my pussy. It could only slide over the lips, it couldn't penetrate me. I was dancing in my stool, between the nipple tugging, sucking and the finger driving me crazy. 

"Fuck, wait," I panted.  The men stopped with surprise. I think they thought their fun was over.  I stood up, it allowed me to drag my pants down a bit more over my hips.  There was a booth directly behind me but I didn't care, my ass was now mostly out, in the front there was now way more slack. "There,"  I gasped with short excited breaths.  Burly guy wasted no time. His hand was back inside my jeans. This time, however, his fingers had access to my pussy.  I moaned loudly when his finger slid into me. At the same time Skinny nipped my nipples sharply.  Luckily, the music was loud because I couldn't contain a yelp.  

All this time, the bartender was enjoying the show.  He was the only one able to move around the bar freely. He was enjoying it from the very first moment.  Burly guy was finger fucking me furiously and I had my head back and I was moaning as Skinny had both my nipples and was twisting and tugging them.  I was nearly shaking.  The bartender came right up and grinned,  "Would the lady like another drink?"

I could only blurt out, "Yesss....please....yessss."

He laughed but he never took his eyes off me as he mixed it.  I came in a crashing orgasm the minute he put the drink in front of me. I came from all the denial. I came from all the build up. I came from all the thoughts of everything I'd done already,. I came from the thought of John's game. I came from the use by Gary.  And especially, I came from being mauled like that, in this crowded bar, while the bartender lewdly grinned as I panted and moaned my pleasure to the viewing public.

"Fuck," I hissed as I saw at least three sets of eyes watching my every move. Burly guy took out his fingers. The guys all hooted. They were glistening.  Quickly, instinctively, I took them in my mouth and licked my juices off of him.  They all went, "ohhhhh,"  collectively.

Suddenly, I regained some propriety. I scooched up in my stool and refastened my jeans. I tugged at my top shamefully.

"Aw, so now the lady is suddenly shy?"  Snarked the skinny one.

Burly guy laughed. "Lady?  She ain't no lady, didn't you just see her cream all over my fingers?"

I blushed shamefully. "I'm sorry," I said red faced.  "Thank you sirs,  that was really hot."

"You say that like the night is over," snipped Burly guy.

Thankfully, that's the moment Gary finally appeared. 

"Hey, there's my girl," he said with a big smile as he approached. 

The guys all eyed him suspiciously. I'm sure they wondered who was trying to horn in on their territory.  I felt like that at the moment. I was just property, being passed back and forth.

Gary put his arm around me.  "Honey, who are your friends?"

Embarrassed, I couldn't even introduce them. They pawed and fingered me to orgasm but I didn't even have their names.

"I'm Red," said the burly guy.




Bailey's Humiliation Games Ch. 04



"I'm Jimmy,"  said the skinny one.  "Who the hell are you?"

Gary smiled confidently. "I'm Phil,  I'm this lucky gal's husband."

Their jaws dropped but they bought it.  They said nothing as Gary escorted me to a table.

"That was fucking awesome," he admitted.  "Did you cum there?  It sure looked and sounded like you did. I mean, I couldn't hear it all with the loud music and all."

"Yessss," I hissed.  "You know I did, you fucker!"  I scolded. "I told you what would happen if you let guys do whatever they wanted."

"I knew exactly what would happen and I happened to enjoy every moment," he said as if insulted.

"You really are a perverted fucker," I spat, though unconvincingly.

"Yes, I'm the one who made out "blowjob" cards, I'm the one orally servicing more than one coworker. I'm the one letting complete strangers feel me up and finger fuck me to orgasm in public," he said cruelly.

"Ok, you've made your point," I pouted in total shame. "So what now?"

"Now, you make good on your last promise."  

He handed me card number five, the red lettering clear and unmistakable.  I happened to glance at the back. It was signed.  "What the fuck..?"  I blurted out.  It was people from work,  Doris, a couple other secretaries, Dean, some of the other salesmen.

Gary laughed. "C'mon.  They all know. You had to know they would."

I had tears in my eyes at the humiliation, but also the anger. "You told me you wouldn't tell, you promised," I whined, even though I knew it would fall on deaf ears. I don't know why I insisted on trying to play the innocent when we all knew now that I wasn't.

"I actually didn't have to tell anyone, they all saw parts, and put it all together. Wait, I did tell Dean,"  he laughed.  "But that was only because I owed him a favor for fixing my car."

I blushed crimson at the thought of being used as a sexual bartering tool.

"But what's the deal with all these signatures?"  I asked in a whimper.

"Oh, they all just wanted you to know they enjoyed all your exploits, not to mention your little show there," he said, motioning towards Red and Jimmy.

"What?" I asked incredulously. 

He said, "turn around."

I did.  There, in the booth directly behind us, was the gang from work. They'd seen it all. They'd seen me played with at the bar, on the dance floor, then they'd seen my debasement at the bar again.  My face felt like it was in an oven.  I swear though, my pussy was leaking down my legs.  He stood me up and made me wave back to the group. He led me towards the bar, and the exit.  I wanted to protest, but he stopped me.

"Don't even bother. They know where we are going. They know what you are going to do.  They all signed the card, remember?"

We passed by Red and Jimmy.  I could see them glowering at having their prize taken away. Gary was just taunting them, like he was poking bears with a stick.  As we passed by he stopped suddenly.  All eyes were on us. Gary whispered to me. "Tell them where we are going, tell them what you are going to do to me."

"Oh fuck," I hissed.  The men were eyeing me intensely.  

"Um, my husband....here....wants me to tell you something." I said as I avoided their gaze. I couldn't look at them, how could I now?

It felt like the place stopped. I couldn't even hear the music. It was as if everything stopped so they all could hear this.

"I'm going to go outside and suck his cock...." I stammered as the men all began muttering at such an eager and willing slut.

"and?"  Gary whispered.  I don't know if he knew the details or not but I let them spill.

"And I'm going to be totally naked for him when I do.  I'm going to swallow every drop of his sweet cum," I said, barely managing to croak out the words.

Gary just flashed them all a smile, satisfied with the humiliation.  We went outside.  He pulled me through the parking lot, into an abandoned grassy lot behind the bar.  He kept pulling me until we reached a large tree. There was a street light nearby, it gave me no cover at all. I remembered I had to text John. Gary huffed impatiently.  

John responded immediately.  "Yes, remember your instructions, nude, swallow. But, let him POV video you with your phone."

"Fuck," I thought, we'd talked about this before. John loved viewing me this way.  

"Why?" I texted back without really needing the answer.

"Because along with your video and pictures with Trevor I might want to start up a Bailey's humiliation games website."

"Oh god," I moaned. He'd made the humiliation complete. I found myself dripping embarrassingly.  Gary grunted that it was time. I knew my job. I stripped completely.  I was left completely nude, the light bathing over my body as I dropped to my knees. I handed him my camera and told him to start taping.  He gleefully agreed, under his own terms, of course.

"I'll do it under some conditions," he snarled dominantly.

"What?" I asked, with my mouth already full of his cock.  The camera was already recording.

"That I get a copy of it sent to me tonight," he growled.

"Yes sir," I sighed.

"I bet the gang inside would like to finally see it for themselves, don't you think?"

I was beyond humiliation now. It really didn't matter. "Yes, sir," I gurgled as I slurped his cock.

"So you want me to show it to them, then?" He asked, somewhat incredulously.

"Nooo," I whined.  "Please. I said they probably should be able to see me do this."

"Show them what, exactly?" he continued tauntingly.  He was making me say all these things as the camera and microphone picked up everything.

"Show them what a cock sucking slut I am," I mumbled, not wanting to take my mouth off his cock. 

"God, you fucking want this shit," he panted. "You'd probably go back into the bar nude right now if I asked you to and made you bring them all outside and watch. He saw my eyes glaze over lustfully as I sucked him.

"I want them to see, I don't know that I could go back in there nude..." I said, trying to lead him in the right direction.

"True, if you got arrested that would do my cock no good," he laughed. "But, you are willing to let someone watch?  Hell, why am I asking, of course you are.  I'll be right back."

I nearly gasped as he took his cock away from me.  I knew where he was going. He told me to stay there, on my knees. I was like his doggie, told to "stay."

The anxiety of what might happen had me nearly hyperventilating. My tits were heaving, I could feel sweat dripping off of them.

Gary came back alone.  He took something out of the trunk of his car. He saw my puzzled expression.

"I had a good idea." He said. He had a scarf with him. He tied it around my eyes tightly.

"Gary?!" I whined. "Why are you blindfolding me?"

"I had an idea I liked.  I went into the bar.  I told several people about what they might see outside. I told them to give me two minutes."

"But why the blindfold?" I said nervously.

"Because I want you to have to do what you are going to do and not ever know who saw you do it. I think it adds to your slutty embarrassment."

"Fuckkkk," I panted.  John might've been right about him.

I heard footsteps approach. I couldn't tell how many.  "Gary...who are they?"

He laughed cruelly.  "That's the beauty of it, you'll never know. I'll let one of them video us, that way I can concentrate," he chuckled.

I thought of taking it off myself.  He must've read my mind. "If you take that fucking thing off I'm going to drag everyone in that bar out and leave you to them when I'm done with you."

That snapped me back on task.

My pussy jolted and throbbed. I heard his pants unzip, I felt his cock on my lips. I kept sucking. I remembered something.  I pulled away. I remembered the cell phone and the video John wanted. I remembered Gary said he wanted "You said conditions, plural."

"Yesss," he groaned as he started to buck softly back into my mouth. He was enjoying this immensely.  "Well, one condition is that my friends here would get to watch."

I heard them murmur, I still couldn't tell who, or how many.

"Yesss," I moaned appreciatively.  "And?"

"And, you have to promise that you will make up some more cards...." he groaned as I deep throated him.

I pulled off, my mouth agape.  This was the moment.  John had instructed me to do it, I had fought it in my head the whole time.  This was it. Do I totally abandon myself with him?  Or, do I get up and run away as fast as I could and never think about it again. I found my mouth searching for his cock again.  It comforted me.  I thought of how many people might be watching me now.  I thought about how many people saw what they saw in the bar already. I thought about how he'd used me so far.  I thought of John and how much he wanted this for me.

Reluctantly, I pulled off his impressive cock which was wet with my saliva. "More cards, sir?  How many more?"

"How many more?" He repeated.  "How many do you think?" He grunted.

"I don't know sir, how many should I make?"

"I think it's only fair you make enough for everyone from work that witnessed your bar spectacle tonight. All the guys, the salesmen....let's see...." he panted.  "That's another six right there, I won't make you give any to the secretaries!" he joked.

I pulled my mouth off of him. He saw my eyes grow wide, pleading, pouting.  "Six, sir?  Will that be it?  Can I finally stop after six more?"

I needed to see what kind of man he was, where he might try and lead me.

"Are you sure you want to stop?" He panted, he was excited. I heard the peeping strangers discussing my behavior under their breaths as they watched me blow him.

"Yes, of course," I begged.  "I just have to know how I'm going to have to do it, all of it. I have to know that there's an end before I can agree to this," I said as I slurped his beautiful dick.

I heard voices call me a slut, a whore, among other pleasantries. They were getting into it. I recognized one of the voices as Doris, the tightassed bitch of a secretary. No doubt she was enjoying this the most.

I waited to see how he'd respond to that.  He grabbed me by the hair and jammed his cock all the way to the back of my throat and held it there until I coughed and sputtered. He let me off of his cock with a loud "pop".  Everyone laughed. I think the group just emboldened him.  He yanked me back to him by my hair.

"What? You don't think any of this is fair?  You came to me with blowjob cards. You sucked me and Dean off at work. You just got pawed to an orgasm in front of everyone at that bar. Are you saying you actually have limits? I haven't seen any yet."

I wanted his cock in my mouth again. I tried to find it with my mouth but he teased me with it. He kept slapping my face with it but wouldn't allow me to suck it.  

"All these fucking months I've been wanting you, all of you,"  he taunted. Now I've got you on your knees, in front of....well, who knows....and you are trying to negotiate, like I'm not being fair, not giving you what you fucking want?"

"Yes sir, it's fair," I said, chastised. "I'm a cock sucking slut, after all, I didn't mean to tease anyone."

That thought turned him on even more.  "That's right, no more teasing with you, you teased us for years.  Fuck the cards. You'll do as I say from now on. Now you'll get to pleasing. It'll be a bonus I can give to the guys who work for me."

"Yes, sir," I said as I sucked greedily. Tell me what you are going to want from me, sir, please?" I begged.  I gave in, for what John wanted, for what Gary wanted, for what I wanted. I gave in to it.

The small crowd murmured again at how I'd submitted to him, how I'd called him sir, that drove them wild. I heard hooting and hollering.

I was swirling my tongue over the rim of his cock as he continued his lustful humiliation of me. "One last condition," he groaned as I worked my magic on him.

"Anything," I cooed. I meant it. I knew I'd do anything he asked, no matter what it was. It was who I was. John had laid me bare, I finally had to answer to it.

"You mean it? You'll do anything?" He gasped, he was close now.

"Yes, I mean, tell me," I panted. "Don't ask me."

I was so fucking hot.  I was rubbing myself and listening to my wetness squish against my fingers.

"Ok," he said, "the last condition is that I get that pussy."

I heard male voices "ooh" their appreciation at the mention of it.

I had kind of suspected it, secretly, I'd even hoped for it. "My pussy sir?  Now?"

"No," he grunted. "I'm going to fill your mouth again like your card said. I mean in the future.  When I ask, I get to fuck that pussy."

I let his cock out of my mouth with a large pop.  "Ok, sir."  I groaned as my fingers tickled my clit.  "Of course you can have my pussy, too."

"Fuck," he growled. He was on the verge.  I knew how to get the most cum out of him. I teased him further. 

"You want my pussy bad, don't you?"

"Oh fuck, yeah, I've wanted it so bad for two years now."

"You only want it once?" I asked innocently.

I still don't think he expected more. He didn't quite understand my submission to him. "Oh god," he grunted.  "Well, I mean...oh...oh..." he said, as he approached nirvana.

I pulled off again teasingly. "I mean, a guy like you needs to make a pussy like mine fit his cock accordingly...." I taunted.

He was enflamed. He was almost babbling incoherently now. "Yeah, yeah...I'll fuck that pussy raw...."

"I agree to all your conditions, sir," I said as I danced my tongue up and down his shaft and stroked him just enough to keep him on the edge.

"But I have some of my own," I said as I slobbered my wetness on his head again. I wanted to keep him on edge, to agree to anything.

"Fuck, fuck, fuck...." he panted.  I didn't want him to shoot,  yet. I grasped the base of his cock hard. I looked directly up at him, even though I couldn't see him through the blindfold.

"My conditions are, one, you show that fucking video to every one you know," I said, lost in my own lust. "My friend who set me up in this game is setting up a website. That video will be on it. Let everyone you know know where to find it."

He nodded his head furiously. He wanted to cum, he was basically begging for it.

"Two, don't fucking ask me, make me. Whenever, wherever."

"Fuck, fuck, fuck," He gasped. "What if I don't care anymore about getting you caught doing it?  I fucking own the company. What if I fucking make you do it in front of everyone?"

The thought hit me like lightning.  I was in a lust induced fog.  "Then do it, sir. In fact, make me do them all in the fishbowl, sir.  Right there, I'll be naked, they can all watch from behind the glass."

I remembered the chill that went down my spine when I thought that before. The room that is windowed on all sides. I'd be like a pet, their cock sucking pet whore.

"Ohhhh," he moaned appreciatively. He liked that idea.

I slid my mouth over him again, I worked him closer to the edge. I heard Doris and the men commenting on the slut's technique like I was just another whore to them, which, no doubt I was now. I heard someone approach closely as he neared orgasm. I knew it had to be the guy that was filming this.  Gary blasted his cum into my mouth as I fingered my naked, dripping body to another mind blowing finish.

Blast after blast he shot deep into me. I swallowed it hungrily, like I was starving. I heard clapping from the assembled crowd.  I blushed.  Gary stood me up and made me do a pirouette, allowing them to see all of me. I heard more than one cell phone clicking away freely with pictures.

Gary dressed while he left me naked and dripping and on my knees again.  Gary had my camera phone. He made me spread whatever cum I hadn't swallowed over my lips and face lewdly as he snapped the pictures. He still didn't let me take off the blindfold until the group was gone. I heard Gary and them talk and laugh about what a slut I was before I heard them leave.

"I get every one of these, right, slut?" He growled. 

"Yes sir, they are yours after they go to the website."

"And our conditions? You weren't just saying that to get me off, were you?"

"Fuck no, sir," I said indignantly.  "You should know me by now, I'm a slut of my word."

"Basically, you've agreed to be my slut. I'm free to use you?"

"Yesss," I hissed with lustful embarrassment.  "For the time being. We need to discover each other, see how it goes."

He liked that idea. "As for the guys at work, I'll make sure they each get a nice viewing of this video throughout the week.  I'll try and space it out for you so you won't have to be sucking them all at once," he laughed. 

"I don't mind!" I blurted out before blushing in embarrassment.

"I really do like the idea of the fishbowl, too. I have an idea for that now, per your inspiration."

"What is it, sir?" I asked, barely able to contain my lustful exuberance.

""You obviously get off on the humiliation," he said with a grin.

"Yesss," I moaned, my hand almost instinctively found my dripping pussy.

"I'll talk to Doris, first, of course," He laughed.

I grimaced at the mention of her name.

"Slut, are you questioning me already?" He asked seriously.

"No, sir, I just hate that bitch," I said tersely.

"I don't think she thinks much of you either," he laughed, "but that should just add to your debasement," he chuckled.

"So, each day you come to my work I want you to check in with Doris. She'll have a separate schedule for you. She will be the one to tell you whether or not your oral services are needed in the fishbowl that day."

"Oh god," I said, my face nearly draining of blood.

"Then, if you are scheduled, she will be the one to unlock the door and let you in."

I thought of the perverted possibilities of all of it. I was nearly soaking myself.

"In fact, call ahead if you wish," he laughed. "Find out if, or how many cocks you have to suck."  He laughed in congratulations at his own wickedness.

"Oh god, sir, but Doris," I whined. "I don't mind any of the other so much, but her...."

"That's exactly why you'll do it," he said sternly, "or our deal is off."

I didn't know if he was bluffing or not. I didn't think he'd give away the chances at me that he'd no doubt have, but I needed it. Obviously more than he did. I couldn't risk it.

"Ok, sir," I said bashfully, basically admitting my total submission to him.

"She'll let you in, you will hand her your clothes," he said as my eyes shot wide.

"You'll strip naked, in the office, right in front of her desk. You'll hand her your clothes, then she'll lock you in the fishbowl," he said, it seemed he was making it up as he went along. I could see his cock bulge growing with each new thought. I want you to be early for your cock sucking meetings, it wouldn't do to have a late slut. That would make me look bad.  I'd say a half hour early. You'll be naked, in the fishbowl, for at least one half hour before your meetings."

I knew this meant the entire office would be able to view the slut the whole time.  They'd get to watch me stew in my own lust and shame.

"Please, sir," I squeaked. "It might be too much."

"It might be," he agreed. "However, that's how I want it. If you want to back out, then you'll never get used like this. I can see how much this is turning you on," he said as he stroked my wet folds. I moaned for him.

"Just, make sure that it keeps my pussy wet, and if so I basically agree to everything," I groaned truthfully as I ground my pussy into his hand.

"I'll keep that in mind," he laughed. 

This mind numbing humiliation had gotten me beyond any point I could remember.  I really wanted to cum all over his hand.

My mind was spinning at how much I'd agreed to.  I had John to thank for leading me here. He was right about Gary.  Gary didn't have the burden of being married like John did. He had no wife to keep him from controlling my humiliation completely. The more I'd hated him, the more power he had to humiliate me.  I was so fucking turned on by it all.  




Bailey's Humiliation Games Ch. 04



"You realize this is all real, don't you?" He leered.  "You realize I own you for the time being."

"Yes, sir," I said with a peep.

He pulled me into him by my nipples, I groaned.  "You really are something," he marveled. "This stuff only stokes your fire, doesn't it?"

I nodded bashfully.  "I can't help it," I moaned.  "I'm so fucking horny now I can't stand it."

"I can see that,"  he grinned lewdly as he stroked my wetness. I moaned and leaned into him.  Neither my own self induced orgasm, nor the fingering I'd gotten earlier could touch the raging fire in me.

I told him I needed to cum.  He told me he knew what I needed. He asked if I would now do anything for him. 

"What do you mean?" I said, my voice breaking as I shuddered under his deft touch.

"Don't be fucking coy," he snarled.  "You know what I mean, slut, would you really do anything?  Anything I ask? Its just mostly talk so far, the work thing, the fishbowl, I'm asking if you are really up to do whatever I say."

I was so fucking on edge.  He was battering my poor clit.  I didn't know what he was asking, and I didn't know why, I just knew my true answer.

"Yes, yes, sir. I'll fucking honestly do anything you want."

"That's good to know," he said, his face softening into a smile.  "Especially now, right?"

"Oh fuck yes," I answered. "Especially as hot as you've got me now."

I fully expected him to bend me over the hood of his truck and fuck me raw. Instead, he was intent on my complete and utter debasement. In my horny state I only hoped it was wicked. It was. He heard what he needed to. He said he needed to go back into the bar.

"We'll see if you mean anything," he growled at me.

I begged, I pleaded with him. "I mean it, anything, make me do it, whatever you have in mind, I know you have something in mind, I'll fucking do it!" I screamed.

"I know you will."  He took my top that I'd only just put back on and ripped the buttons off of it.  He let me tie it around my tits the best I could but it was useless. No matter how I moved my tits kept slipping out of the front. He didn't think that was enough, he took it off me and ripped it in half. Put back on it was ridiculous. The bottom didn't even cover the nipples. He didn't care. He was satisfied with that. He watched as I shimmied into my jeans. He took the thong for himself. I was nearly crying with lust.  "Why was he making me dress?" I pouted. " I want to be fucked so fucking bad!"

I found out why.  After I was dressed, still reeking from his cum and my own excitement he leaned in to me and whispered, "you will do what I say, exactly, right?"

"Yesss!" I moaned.

"Good, go back in the bar as you are, just a filthy slut.  Find those two hicks who pawed you earlier."

My heart flipped. My mouth got dry.  I knew I was in for it. I was about to pay for all my lust filled promises.

"What should I do, sir?"  I whined.

"You march up to them, you apologize for so rudely interrupting what they were doing to you earlier. Ask them if there's anything you can do to make it up to them.  Ask them if they'd like to continue, and if they agree, ask them if they'd prefer you do it in the back booth,  where they won't be bothered."

"Oh fuck, sir, you know what they'll do to me...." I pleaded.

"Yes, I do, and so do you. I think we both want that, too."

I had pushed him so far, I wasn't sure I was as far along as he was though. I needed the final push.  "Make me do it, sir.  Make me go in there and do it."

"I should just be able to tell you what to do and you do it," he said. "But really, what's to keep you from backing out at any time? This has all been to turn you on, but what guarantee do I have that you won't just ignore me from now on, block all my calls?"

"What?"  I asked. "Haven't I been slutty enough?"  I wondered.  But I knew what he wanted. He wanted something over me. Something that would make me truly his. The threat of exposure to workmates was gone, they all knew anyway. He couldn't blackmail me with the video, they were all going to enjoy it already.  He wanted me to tell him how to blackmail myself, completely, totally. He wanted me to be his without reservation, no chance to back out.  It is so much hotter that way, knowing there's no escape. I wanted it for him as much as he wanted it for himself.  I knew the answer. I cringed at the thought but blurted it out anyway.

"My dad," I said, sputtering.  "If I back out of what I've agreed to, your making me suck guys at work, you fucking me, the fishbowl, even the thing with Doris, then show him all the pictures, the video. Maybe hook up a video monitor in the fishbowl to record everything I do. I mean it." I begged. I was so hot that I was soaking the inner thighs of my jeans.

"Your dad?" he grinned.  "Wait, how do I know he's not dead or in prison?"

"My dad is a cop in Philly.  This would absolutely fucking kill him," I said truthfully. I didn't want out, I wanted to be forced into all of it.

"Call him. Prove to me he's still alive."

He made me dial his number. He took out his cock. He made me suck and lick on him in between sentences.  He had his own cell phone recording me. He made me play with my pussy and tug my own exposed nipples while I talked to my dad. He wanted me to know that this was just another video he could send my dad to humiliate me, one of his own daughter sucking cock and playing with herself while she was on the phone with him. He leaned in and listened every now and then. My dad asked what I was doing. I told him I was eating, he must've heard the noises.  I had tears in my eyes when I hung up. I'd done it now.  Gary owned me.

He smiled broadly.  He realized what it meant.  This wasn't just for this. This wasn't just for the night.  He had me now.

"I may just show it to him anyway,"  he kidded coldly but then he slapped me on my ass and sent me on my way, but not before reminding me to send him the video's, the pictures, and my duties with him for the time being.

"I know, sir, I promised a lot. I fully expect you to make me do each and every dirty fucking thing I promised, to teach me a lesson not to go making promises like that in the heat of lust."

"Oh, I will," he chuckled.  "And I'm sure I'll be able to coax a few more out of you as well.  What do you think Red and Jimmy and the bartender will think when they see you?" He grinned.

"Oh god, they are going to want to wear me out."

"Hey, I like that.  In fact, tell them that. When it's time tell them to wear you out and to not let you go until they do. Go back in, let them resume what they were doing to you.  I liked that. Let a new group of patrons see my slut in action. You are not to leave that bar for an hour.  After that, you will do as you are told by Red, Jimmy, whoever claims you.

I knew he was right about that.  I went back in the bar. Red and Jimmy lit up when they saw me.  I told them exactly what Gary had told me to tell them.  The bartender heard it all.  It took them three full minutes before I was in the back booth, my tits were out, my jeans were at my ankles and they both were mauling me. It took every bit of perseverance I had to not just let them drag me outside. I had to wait an hour.  I was the hit of the bar. Guys walked by freely and saw them pawing my nakedness, my tits being squeezed by their hands and their fingers up my pussy. I saw the bartender watching it all. 

Exactly an hour later I was fully nude by that same tree outside while they took me in every way.  I serviced them orally, they fucked me from both ends,  Red even got his fat cock up my ass that night. Most of the patrons got a good show, I could see them now and again, watching. I finally had that much needed humiliation orgasm I'd been craving. It happened when I was kneeling over Jimmy, his long, thin cock working on me while I grinded my clit onto his pelvic bone, at the same time Red had his fat fucking dick in my ass.  My screaming brought out a few more interested spectators, including the bartender.  They left me in a heap, finally, after depositing all the cum they could muster in me.  I nearly crawled to my car. My clothes were gone anyway.  

The bartender blocked my car from me.  No words were exchanged. I just nodded and bent over a car. I felt him behind me. His cock was inside my slippery hole before his pants hit the ground. I was glad though, it wasn't right for him to be teased so much without release. I was glad he added his cum to the others.  He left me without a word, their cum was pouring down my legs.

Luckily Gary had left my keys on my seat. I drove home nude while all those loads of cum dripped out onto my seat.  I barely made it inside my house. Somehow I remembered to send the videos to Gary and to John. I awoke the next day, my skin was taut and tight where all that cum had dried on me. I had to waddle to the shower, my pussy and ass had been worked over.

John was ecstatic by how things worked out. I could sense he was closer than ever to wanting me "that way" again.  It was what I wanted, what I needed. He made me promise that I'd hold true to everything I told Gary I'd do, the videos, the sucking of all the men in his company, The fishbowl. I reluctantly agreed.  I wasn't feeling it at the moment, but John correctly pointed out that by the time the next week rolled around, I'd be begging for it again.  He was right. I nearly wore a hole in the carpet of the conference room at Gary's office.  We all agreed it was the best place for it.  That way, everyone could see.  So many guys.  I sucked them all off in that fish bowl, while secretaries clucked, cameras clicked, and I choked loads of cum down.  I had to do it most days.  Doris delighted it calling me with my "schedule" and took to pointing out the men's likes, dislikes, how they looked, etc. She loved humiliating me.   It became like a work "event."  Everyone brought drinks and had their cameras out.

Gary's big cock wore my pussy out, as promised.  It was some of the roughest, sweetest, most thorough fuckings I'd ever had. He videoed every one. I'm sure everyone saw them all.  John included them on the new website which has been quite the hit.  

I wanted to quit working with Gary's company but he wouldn't let me, for a time.  I was widely known as the "corporate cock sucker."  Gary made me service a lot of new salesmen to induce business and it worked. His business boomed while I got filled with cum.  He also had a rule for me at his company that anyone at anytime could ask to see whatever parts of me they wanted to see.  The secretaries loved this. They made me strip naked in front of copy techs, delivery men, etc.  They'd make me stand there and serve them coffee or something while they worked.  Only Gary could give me the order to service them, however, I was thankful for that. 

Of course it spilled over to the other companies I worked with.  I think I spent more time on my knees at those places than actually working.  Gary set everything up, he controlled it all.  I think I serviced all the straight males in every building before I was done, though. I finally quit the job and went back to bartending.  Oh, don't worry. I have to wear sexy tops, short shorts and flirt with customers.  Gary got me the job since he knew the owner, Ted. To thank Ted I've had to wear out my knees on the carpet in his office whenever he asks.

John has become more involved again, too.  He and his wife are on the outs again.  He says he has so many ideas for me that will top anything I've done so far.  Gary still has me, whenever, wherever.  So,  everybody wins, except, well,  I've gained about 15 pounds on my new special protein diet.




The end of part four of "Bailey's humiliation games" 



Bailey's Humiliation Games



I still had an "out" though, in the back of my mind. This was my game. If he didn't play by the rules I could call it off at any time. With that thought emboldening me I returned to the bar. The card was still tucked deeply in his pocket. I wondered if he'd looked. I surmised that he was the kind of guy who would could resist that temptation, though. By his demeanor, he didn't look like he'd changed any in the time that I'd been gone. If he'd read one of my humiliation cards, no doubt he'd be giving off a vibe that said so.

He motioned for the bartender to get us another round. I loudly told him no, I noticed that I slurred the words a bit. The alcohol was getting to me. It was also lowering my inhibitions, as well as enflaming my lust. All of it would come tumbling out. I turned towards Dan.

"No more drinks, buddy. If you don't want to play my game then fine," I huffed. "But, I'm not drinking anymore and if you don't want to play then I'll just go and leave you to your solitary drinking."

He was taken aback by my boldness at first. Then, he just leaned back and smiled. 'Feisty one, eh? I respect that. Fine. So your game is, I read the card, you do what it says?"

Suddenly, my anxiety returned. Why was I being so bold? He had the bad card, the humiliating one. I know what types of things I'd written on those cards. In a few moments I may be having to do one of those things.

"Oh, not so bold now?" He smirked. "Cat got your tongue?" He said as he lifted my chin so that I couldn't avoid his gaze.

"Don't worry, beautiful," He intoned deeply, "I have an idea that it might be something...erotic...I've never forced myself on a woman, and I wouldn't start now."

He saw my eyes pooled with tears of anxiety. He was evaluating me, measuring me. 

The alcohol, the denial induced lust, and now the sheer power of his being made me make the final push.

"No sir, that's not my game," I said meekly. "Whatever it says on that card, I want you to promise me that you'll hold me to it. No exceptions. That's my game. I won't let you allow me to say no."

"Hmm," he said, as he stroked his chin. "Then it's as I suspected. Did someone put you up to this, a husband perchance?"

"No sir," I said. "Though the idea itself comes from an old lover of mine. I couldn't believe what I was revealing to him. "Please sir, just read the card, let me out of my misery," I begged. I knew he liked me begging. He also smiled every time I called him "sir."

"Turn your head," he instructed. I did as he said. I still watched him in the reflection of the bar mirror as he took out the card and read it to himself.

He chuckled. "Wow."

I burned in embarrassment, even though I didn't know exactly what it said.

"And you want to do this?" He asked.

"Yessss...." I hissed. "Whatever it is, make me do it."

"You mean you don't know what it is?" He said incredulously.

My head lowered in shame. "Not exactly..." I sputtered, trying to find the right words. "I know...the possibilities, just not the exact thing."

"Wow, this is really some game. I like this game," he chuckled. "And in a minute I'm going to love this game." I nodded submissively. He had me.

"What...what is it?" I managed to squeak out.

He grinned broadly. "I think you'll like it more if I reveal it in pieces."

I blushed absolutely crimson. He was a maestro.

"First, walk outside by yourself. You'll see a red Porsche parked on the outer row of the lot. I wouldn't want any lowlife types dinging my bumper, you know." He saw he had my interest. Get to my car, then, take off your panties, if a slut you like you is wearing any," he laughed, while watching me squirm under his gaze. "I'm guessing you like me talking to you like this," he asked with a gleam in his eye. I could only nod, stupidly. 

"At the car, also take off that bra I see you wearing. Do not hide in any bushes or behind anything, in fact, take them off as you stand in front of my front bumper. Take both of those garments and lay them carefully across the ragtop, do not leave any scratches, or I'll start my own game with you, you understand?"

I nodded weakly. I could feel my knees weak like butter. I wondered if I'd be able to walk out of there at that point. 

"Then, meet me around the back, in the alley."

I knew this part. This part made more sense to me. I'd written something like that on one of the cards. "But sir," I started to protest, "I know I didn't write anything about leaving my bra and panties..."

He cut me off. "No, not exactly, but it does get to your point. Think of them as souvenirs for me. You'll get what is on the card, you see?"

I could only nod submissively. "Ok, sir. Should I go now?"

"Yes," he answered with an air of certainty. "When you get back there, you'll know what to do," he said firmly. You want this, you want to do this right, don't you?" He asked rhetorically. "So go," he barked. He shoved the card back into my hand and sent me on my way.

I could feel the stares all bombarding me as I walked out of the bar. I swore that everyone could see inside my head at what I was about to do. I reached his car. It was under a light post. "Great," I whined to myself. "Even the gods like humiliating me," I thought.

I looked around nervously. The light seemed to spotlight me. I was just a exhibitionistic performance artist for the night. I slipped off my panties quickly. The bra was going to be more difficult. The only way to do it would be to take off my sweater first. I knew he knew that as well. I could only imagine him laughing at my discomfort. I pulled off my sweater and yanked off my bra in as much haste as I could muster. I managed to get the sweater back on just as a car went driving by. It honked on the way by. How much they saw I'll never know. I sighed one last time and I laid the garments carefully on the roof of his car as instructed. They were going to be his little trophies of the night, something to remember me by. I supposed it was only right. I knew what I was going to have to do now. I also knew that he'd never forget me after I did what I knew I was going to do for him.

I walked around to the back of the bar. It was a dirty alley. The dumpster's odor was foul as I turned the corner. I saw him standing in the shadows, smoking a cigar. He must've used the emergency exit. I wondered if it had alerted anyone else that we were back here. Suddenly I remembered the card I'd written and what I'd promised I would do. I still had some light from the parking lot illuminating me from behind. I knew he could see me. I started to peel off my sweater. My breasts popped out into the free air. I stopped only a moment to slide my skirt down, all the while being careful not let it touch the foul looking pavement, wet with stagnant water from a previous rain. I carried them and my purse in my hands as I approached him. I was nude except for my slut heels. I saw him smile as they click clacked towards him.

When I reached him he just nodded me down. I obeyed. I dropped to my knees on that cold, hard, nasty pavement.

"Take it out," he urged. 

I unzipped his zipper and I freed his straining cock from his expensive pants. He didn't even unbutton his belt, he just let me take him in my mouth like that through the zipper hole. I'm sure he didn't want his expensive pants soiled by the filth on the ground. He was fully clothed, I was naked on my knees. It was just as I'd described on the card. I'd written it, he made sure I did it.

For an older man, his cock was surprisingly hard and thick. I gave him sloppy head while he ogled me from above. I'm sure he enjoyed watching the firm, ample tits sway in the night as my mouth devoured him. I knew he was getting a good look at my curvy ass too, as I worked my magic on him. I could hear people on the other side of the door. We were just outside the kitchen area. I wondered if any of them ever came out here on their breaks to smoke. 

"Oh well," I said to myself as my mouth was filled with hard cock, "I'm here to be humiliated."

Thankfully, he didn't last too long before he began spurting his seed into my hot, willing mouth. I slurped it all up and kept it in my mouth as he shot, I wanted him to fill me, as I'd wished from my fantasy. I milked him for every drop until he started softening between my lips. Finally, I let his cock go with a soft "pop."

"Was that everything you wanted?" He managed to sputter as he regained his senses.

"Yes, sir. Thank you," I murmured submissively.

"Good," he said after regaining his control. "Now, one last thing. I think you'll like this, if you'll indulge me for a moment."

"Yes, sir. What is it?"

"I'm going to take your clothes and your keys..." he began.

He saw the panic in my eyes. "Hush," he barked quickly. "I said you'll like this. I'll take your clothes and your keys, you tell me which car is yours. I'll drop them off in your car. You wait here until you hear three taps on that door there. That'll mean I'm back and you can go."

"Oh god," I moaned.

"Humiliating....right?" He grinned mischievously.

"Very," I said with a shudder. "How can I be sure you'll leave them in my car?"

"Please," he said with some indignation. "Haven't I played your game exactly as you wanted it? Have I been anything but a man of my word?"

"No, sir," I agreed softly. "Do it, sir. I'll wait here. Please hurry."

It seemed like ten minutes as I waited back there in the semi-darkness. I kept looking for escape routes through the trees or behind the dumpster, just in case anyone else showed up. It didn't happen though. I heard the three taps and I nearly ran out of my heels getting back to my car. Luckily, he was true to his word, my clothes and my purse were all safely inside. I sighed in relief. I started the car and I went to grab my clothes. There was a note on top of them. 

"If you would indulge me one last thing, my beautiful slut, drive home nude and when you reach home, wherever that may be, carry them in in your hot little hands. I think that would be humiliating. Also, if you ever feel the need to experience anything like this again feel free to contact me."

I saw he had left his business card. The humiliation card was next to it. I reread it, it said, "I'm going to suck your cock in the alley behind the bar. I'm going to be totally nude for you."

I tucked that card back into my purse. "Yes," I thought. "I'm going to have to return that one back to the jar," I giggled to myself.

My pussy was on fire. I considered going back into the bar and letting him take me to a hotel but I think he was probably spent and past being any good for me. I suppose I could've picked someone else up but I felt like I owed him his last request which was to drive home nude. I did as he asked.

I think he was right about it being humiliating. I cringed at each light I had to stop at. When I got home I wondered if any of my neighbors got a look at my naked, slutty ass as I fulfilled his last request to the letter. I had a real workout with my vibrator that night. I thought about making sure that from now on, I needed to leave wiggle room which would allow me to get satisfied as well but then I reasoned, correctly I believe, that the humiliation was the main purpose. Not getting off was just another possible humiliating outcome. I could get fucked any time. The humiliation was special. I came so hard on my vibe that night I swear I came in colors. I didn't know if I could wait very long for my next game.



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