0 comments/ 143106 views/ 13 favorites Public Humiliation By: bandanna1 My name is Julie, and I got into a catfight recently over a man. I had been to the same bar the night before and met a nice looking guy named Kevin, who was a lawyer. Talk about a good catch! We danced together a lot, had a good time, and arranged to meet the next night. When I arrived that night, Kevin was sitting at the same table as the night before, but a tall, strikingly beautiful brunette chick was sitting there with him. I approached the table and sat down. This brunette was poaching in my territory and I wanted her to back off! When I sat down, she stared daggers at me, thinking I was poaching in her territory. After introductions by Kevin, I quickly established the fact that I had been dancing there with him the night before (point one for Julie). The tall brunette, who said her name was Sandra, asked how long Kevin and I had known each other (score one for Sandra). Obviously enjoying this, Kevin kept ordering round after round of drinks, and the competition between us got less friendly the more we drank. As the three of us talked, I sized up my competition. Sandra was a 21-year old graduate school student, who stood about 5'11" tall, weighed around 140 pounds and had a very pretty face, long auburn hair, and very long legs. She looked like a super-model except for big chest. She must have been a 38D on an otherwise slim figure. In short, she intimidated me. I'm a very attractive 25-year old medical assistant. I have shoulder-length blonde hair and am 5'7" tall and weigh 120 pounds, with a 34B-23-34 figure and a great tan. I'm accustomed to being one of the best-looking women in any room, but this girl was trouble. And she was coming on strong to Kevin. While I'm in very good shape, I merely do aerobics at the gym and run four times a week, which I didn't think would be very interesting to Kevin, so I steered clear of that subject. I wanted to get him thinking about sex, so I told a story about how a guy at a bar once tossed an olive from another table right into my cleavage, and then came over to ask for it back. Before I could get to the punch line, Sandra interjected, "What cleavage?" "Ooooh!" Kevin said, recognizing that the brunette bitch had zinged me good. I was livid, but at a loss for a witty response. Sandra sat there smugly, knowing that she'd just flustered me, impressed Kevin, and emphasized an advantage of hers, all with a good two word question. Kevin then stood up and said to me, "While you think of a comeback, I'm hitting the head," and left to visit the men's room. As soon as he left, the gloves were off. I told this young tramp in no uncertain terms to back off. She refused and told me I had no chance and should back off to avoid a shattered ego. I was so angry that I reached across the table and slapped her face. Then we both stood up and faced each other. Her height advantage intimidated me as I quickly tried to figure out a strategy. In a flat out fight, Sandra would probably kick my ass. I realized that to win, I'd have to fight dirty. I had to go after her big tits. They were easy to get at, vulnerable and, I hoped, sensitive to pain. (Not many girls can survive a sustained attack on their tits.) Moreover, I figured it's hard for a girl with big tits to deal with the distraction of having her boobs out bouncing around while trying to fight, especially with the embarrassment of having guys watching. Neither of us was dressed for a catfight. Sandra had on a loose-fitting, low-cut, short-sleeved sweater, a red, fairly conservative plaid, pleated miniskirt, white stockings and high heels. I was wearing a blue sleeveless, very short sundress, and high heels and was barelegged. Underneath, I had on a white front-hooking bra and white thong panties. I was concerned about exposing my panties by fighting in such a short dress, but I had no choice. If Sandra retaliated by going for my clothes, I figured I could handle the embarrassment of losing my dress as long as she didn't get my bra off. That would put me in real trouble, especially since my breasts were much smaller than hers were. My analysis was interrupted when Sandra suddenly stepped forward and took a swing at me. I ducked under it and grabbed my glass of white wine and threw its contents in her face. That served to slow her down. The 21 year-old brunette put her hands to her face to clear her eyes. I immediately grabbed her long hair with both hands and pulled her forward, bending her over at the waist as she grabbed at my dress. I then reached behind her back, grabbed her sweater and pulled it up her back. I stepped back and pulled her sweater completely off over her head, revealing a sturdy white bra. I nearly lost my balance and had to grab a table to stay on my feet. I expected to feel the brunt of her counterattack, but there was nothing. I turned around and saw Sandra standing there with her arms tightly crossed in front of her bra, demanding her sweater back. I couldn't believe my luck! This young bitch had obviously never been in a real catfight. Her face was bright red with embarrassment at having everyone see her in her bra. I noticed that one of the shoulder straps of my blue dress had broken, revealing part of my bra, but otherwise I was okay. I glared at Sandra and tossed the sweater behind me toward a table of guys. I half expected someone to break up the brawl, but I guess guys don't interfere when they see clothes coming off of girls. Out of the corner of my eye I saw Kevin emerging from the restroom. Just then the enraged brunette charged me with claws out. I saw her just in time and stepped enough out of the way that she was only able to grab my dress as she went by. She lost her balance on her high heels and fell into the table behind me. Before she could get up, I grabbed her by the back of her bra with one hand and the back of her skirt with the other and pulled her up. Then I tried to throw her towards the bar, but the zipper in back of her skirt broke and I lost my grip on it. So I attached both hands to the back of her bra and unhooked it. I then shoved her towards the bar. A couple of guys at the bar spun Sandra around and gently nudged her back toward me. At this point, I paused to realize that her pulling at my sundress had done serious damage: the other shoulder of my dress was torn apart and the zipper in back had broken. Lacking any support, my dress had fallen to my waist (and was barely staying there), fully revealing my white bra to the bar's patrons. When Sandra recovered and turned around, she stood there with one across her chest holding her bra in place, and the other holding up her skirt. I could tell that she badly wanted to re-hook her bra in back, but she was afraid to let go of her pleated skirt, lest it fall down, or to be momentarily defenseless with both hands behind her back. I decided to attack to keep her on the defensive (and away from my front hooking bra). I slapped her unprotected face repeatedly and she finally let go of her skirt to protect her face. The skirt dropped to her hips, revealing the top of her white pantyhose. Sandra blocked my next two slap attempts, but her skirt then dropped suddenly to her feet, exposing her white pantyhose and rather conservative, white bikini panties underneath. The 21 year old took her eyes off of me to confirm that her skirt had really fallen, and I shoved her hard back against the bar, which was now only a few feet behind her. When she grabbed the bar for support, I grabbed hold of her unprotected, unhooked bra and snatched it away from her. The totally frustrated brunette immediately grabbed her tits with her hands and lost her balance, sliding down to the bar to land on her ass between two bar stools, and losing one of her shoes. Unfortunately, my dress had now dropped off my hips and had fallen down, leaving me in nothing but my bra and thong panties. I was certainly embarrassed, but I dared not give up my advantage, so I stepped out of it and grabbed Sandra's hair, pulled her away from the bar and threw her back into the middle of the bar before the crowd of eager spectators. The topless 21 year-old landed face down in the middle of the bar. She slowly tried to get up, careful to keep one arm across her chest to conceal her big breasts, but I gleefully grabbed her ankles and pulled them, dropping her flat on her tits and relieving her of her remaining shoe. This time, Sandra just lay there, face down, with her left hand cupping her right tit and vice-versa for added coverage from exposure. I could tell that she had entirely lost her will to fight. She just didn't want anyone to see her precious 38D's. On the other hand, all the guys at the bar, including Kevin, wanted to see those huge tits of hers. The women in the bar were a bit jealous of Sandra, so they weren't displeased to see a perfect-looking, man-stealing, supermodel-type humbled. Thus no one did anything to rescue the distraught beauty. Although I had already won, I was showing a lot more skin than I cared to, and I hadn't even shown off her breasts. So I dropped to my knees on top of Sandra's legs, reached down slipped my fingers inside the waistband of her pantyhose. I swiftly slid her pantyhose and panties down her kicking legs to her knees. She was unable to get her hands out from under her breasts in time to save her undies until it was too late. She gasped, "Oh my God!" No, please, don't" as I pulled her only articles of clothing down to her ankles, as she placed both hands behind her to try to cover her bare ass, and modestly squeezed her legs together to conceal her womanhood. I was really enjoying this. I stood up over the tall bitch and twisted one of her wrists up behind her back with one hand and grabbed her hair with the other. Sandra was groaning and begging me to let her go, shouting that she gave up, but now I wanted to humiliate her in front of everyone. I forced her painfully to her feet by pulling her hair and one of her wrists. She slowly and awkwardly struggled to get up, and stood there naked except for her pantyhose at her ankles. I had her hair pulled back so she had to use her free hand to try to keep her balance, leaving everyone in the bar with a full frontal view of the 5'11", 21 year-old knockout with her 38D tits. I made her walk - well, actually wobble - around the bar to give everyone a good look as she started sobbing in humiliation. I then let go of her long, brown hair and reached around in front to give each of her nipples a hard pinch and twist as she shrieked in pain (they were quite sensitive). Then I delivered a hard swat to her bare ass, telling her never to show her face in the bar again. The nude, disgraced, 21 year-old brunette with her panties and pantyhose at her ankles, tried to keep her balance while covering her tits and crotch with only her hands. After getting about 10 feet away towards the ladies room, she reached down with one hand to try to pull up her underwear. Her white pantyhose were so stubborn she could only get them to her knees without almost falling, clumsily dropping to a knee and one hand. She then resumed her retreat, still unsuccessfully trying to get her undies up when she entered the ladies room in tears. As the guys, including Kevin, applauded my triumph, I remembered that I was clad in nothing but my white bra and thong panties in front of all of these guys. I quickly picked up my dress and held it in front of me. Kevin then took me home and told me that my catfight with Sandra was the most arousing thing he'd ever seen. We had great sex and have been together ever since! Public Humiliation I have been summoned to His office. I walk through the rooms of desks and people busy on their computers, I'm wearing in a black loose dress and stockings with high black heels and no underwear as he requested. My hair is up in a tight pony tail and my black studded leather collar is visible to the people as they stare. I walk with my hands behind my back and my lead in my mouth the cold metal making me drool. Everyone turns to stare at me as I walk through the offices to their boss's and my Master's office door. Their eyes on me make me wet they are all thinking I'm a slut and a whore they know what he's going to do to me the dirty slut that crawls around the offices on her hands and knees collecting papers from the printer in her mouth. Master opens the door and I drop to my knees and bow my head. He takes the lead from my mouth and clips it too my collar and I crawl into the room, I hear the door slam behind me and noise erupts on the other side of it clearly everyone is gossiping about me. Master walks back to his desk and sits down I crawl behind him and under the desk. He rolls the wheel of his chair over my hand as I do so. The pain is unbearable and I try not to let out a yelp or cry, and it goes unnoticed by Master. This turns me on how cruel he can be I'm just his little desk pet a slutty bitch that pleasures him while he works and serves him. It's dark under the desk and I get a sharp tug on my collar that I've learnt means I am to begin pleasuring him. I sit up and undo his belt and trousers greedily unwrapping his cock, he is very hard my display in office clearly turned him on. I begin to suck and play with his cock I know not to be too full on and not to make him cum but I am just to provide pleasure while he works. I hear a knock on the door, I freeze and straight away receive a sharp tug on my collar. I continue to suck and pleasure Him while he takes a meeting with an employee. I hear the door close and I receive a long pull on my collar and I know he wants me to stop. I pull away and he wheels his chair back and looks down at me. He tells me I'm such a good slut and that I deserve a reward for pleasuring him something so am reminded of how I make him feel. He stands up and moves his boxers and trousers away from his cock. He pulls my lead so my face is looking up at him and under his cock. He strokes his cock and cums all over my face, then rubs it in. I'm so aroused by this I can feel my wetness in my pussy start to drip. " What do you say?" He asks. "Thank you Master." I reply. He sits back down and clicks a few buttons on his computer. "Now go fetch my printing while I sort myself back out. And slut if there is any cum on my documents I'll cum on you 10 more times and parade you naked round this building. Understood?" I nod he places the end of the lead in my mouth and I crawl out the room and into the crowed office. I can feel the cum dripping and running down my face it's so thick and sticky. The printer is all the way over the other side and my dress is so short my bare behind and wet pussy can be seen as I crawl along. As I crawl I hear laughter and gasps a stop of cum drips down my nose and onto the floor I know the challenge of cum free documents is going to be tough. I keep going trying to ignore the people and focus on pleasing my Master. I reach the printer room. I push through the door and look up to see a rather attractive guy staring totally shocked and confused down at me. He's using the printer so I crawl into the corner and sit and wait. He looks at me and says "do you work here?" I look up and shake my head. He goes back to his printing and leaves the room giving me one last look of confusion. By this point I'm utterly humiliated and so turned on I can feel my wetness run down my leg. I crawl to the printer and collect my Masters papers, i let the lead drag between my legs and put the papers in my mouth and hold my head up high to avoid cum drips. I take a deep breath and crawl back out into the office. I crawl as fast as I can as I can feel a drip sliding down my cheek. I'm going so fast i trip on the lead and fall forward on my face exposing my naked body to everyone and crumpling and cum covering the documents. Hearing the noise Master opens his office door and sees the mess I'm in. He strides towards me and grabs the lead and drags me back to his office and slams the door leaving the cum soaked papers on the floor. He's searing with anger. "What are you playing at?" He hisses. Before I can answer he continues. "You are useless and an embarrassment to me. Can you not do anything right?" " Sorry Master." I say. He glares at me then orders me to climb on his desk and get on my hands and knees. He lifts and dress and spanks my arse hard 10 times the pain is sweet and bring my rush of adrenaline to an end. After 10 he pauses and notices the wetness all down my legs and on my pussy he runs his fingers through my slickness. "You are very wet you slutty bitch", and he spanks me again. He cups his hand over my pussy and collects some of my wetness in his hand he moves round to my front and forces his hand into my mouth. "Taste yourself you wet whore." I lick his hand clean. "Good bitch." he says. "Now get back under my desk where you belong and I will deal with you later." I sit under his desk for hours not moving and hardly breathing. Is he going to carry out his earlier threat of parading my cum stained body round the building. Hours later he wheels his chair back and pulls me out. "Take your dress off and bend over the desk." he orders. I do so as fast as I can the light of the room stings my eyes. He fucks my arse rough and hard pounding into me and bashing me against the desk. I can hear his grunt and his moans from the force he's using I turn my head to look at him and he presses my face to the desk. "Stay still you dirty ass slut." he growls. He fucks me hard my pussy is so wet it's running fast down my legs I praying he'll touch me there I need that touch and pleasure. He pulls out and cums all over my back I feel the heat of his release over my skin. He pulls my lead and tells me to slowly move back and get on my hands and knees careful not to loose any cum. I do as I'm told and glance at the clock it is 4:55pm. Home time. I stay still in position while he gathers his things. I know what's coming. I'm naked and covered in hot cum about to be parades through the building and out to the car. "Let's go bitch." he says. The office door opens and I see workers packing there bags logging off and heading for home. I crawl on the lead through the room people looking and wishing my Master a pleasant evening. We reach the bank of lifts and wait for it to arrive and I sit back on my heels but quickly get up again when I feel the cum start to run down my back. The lift arrives and it's empty I let out a tiny sigh of relief. We enter the lift but Master holds the door waiting for it to fill. Maybe he heard me? I remain on my hands and knees looking down as the lift feels no one wants to get close to me when they see the sticky cum across my back. Master begins chatting to a man and completely ignores me still naked. We get to the ground floor and we wait for everyone to exit. He looks down and me and says. "Thought you were safe didn't you?" I do not reply I simply look down again with shame and humiliation. We exit the list and head to the car park. The cold hard concerns floor grazes my knees and hurts my hands. The cold December air hardens my nipples and sends shivers to my pussy. We reach the car and a few on lookers stop to stare. Instead of the passenger door or even a back door Master takes me round to the boot and opens the hatch. "Get in." he orders, "And lie on your stomach bitch." I get in and do as I'm told. He unclips the lead and presents it to my mouth I open up and he puts in it and forces my jaw shut. "Good girl. Now stay still till we are home and if there's cum in my car you'll seriously pay bitch." He slams the boot and we head home.