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Humiliated

By: elia_cdl



Eight years ago I got married. My wife Judy is a pretty good-looking 30-year-old woman. She probably couldn't make a living as a model, but I think she looks great and has a great figure. Her 36B tits really don't have to have a bra to hold them up. With a 26" waist and 37" hips she's a little heavier than models are supposed to be. That hasn't stopped a lot of guys from hitting on her. As if they had a chance. 

Judy grew up in a straight-laced home. When we got married she was the kind of girl wearing "practical" clothes as she called them. I called them conservative. She never wore anything that hinted at sex. Naturally, She was a virgin when we got married. 

I, on the other hand, was no stranger to sex. At 6'3", I weighed in at 220 pounds. Not an ounce of fat anywhere. I was the type of macho guy that other guys hate. I excelled in sports and academics. It seemed like I got everything that I ever wanted. Jobs, girls, or you name it, I got the best. More than one guy was pissed off because I fucked his girlfriend. A few times I even screwed a married woman. 

Then I met Judy. Everything changed. She resisted my charms. I had friends try to fix me up with her, but she said she knew my reputation and didn't want to have anything to do with me. 

One night we were at the same party and she found out that I wasn't such a bad guy after all. I was (and still am) a cop. A couple of guys got drunk and started trying to force their attentions on Judy. I put a stop to it without hurting anyone or having anyone arrested. 

Judy thought that was pretty cool. She wasn't happy about the two guy's behavior, but really didn't want them to get into trouble. She knew they would apologize the next day. 

Anyway, after I took care of those two guys Judy and I started talking. Once she got to know me, on a personal level and not by reputation, I was able to talk her into going out on a date. And the rest is history as they say. We dated for a while; got married; and settled down. 

After we got married I started buying presents for Judy. I was interested in getting her into some sexier clothes and figured the best way was just to buy them and give them to her. 

I started out by giving her a skirt that was about an inch shorter than any other skirt or dress she'd ever had. She never said anything, but she didn't wear it for about three weeks. The day she wore that skirt I went out and bought another one. The second one was as long as her regular clothes. 

I have a pretty good eye for what will look good on her and she really liked both skirts. Next, I bought a blouse with a scoop neckline. It wasn't low enough to show anything but it was definitely the most daring top that she had. She didn't wear it for about a month. As soon as she did I went out and bought her something else. 

She realized then that the way to keep the new clothes coming was to wear the ones I bought. This continued right up to today. 

It took a half dozen years, but now some of the clothes she wears now are blatantly sexy. Others are not. She knows I get turned on when she wears a sexy outfit. And she knows she is going to have fun letting me take it off her. 

Anyway, life has been great. Nothing could be better. Except. 

There's just one weird thing. I have a nagging need to be humiliated. I don't know why or how, I just know I need to feel totally humiliated. Something I've never experienced. I've even done some pretty stupid things to try and get in trouble, but every time I did something stupid it turned out right. I just can't seem to have anything negative happen to me. 

A time or two when Judy and I have been out and she was wearing something revealing I've heard guys make some kind of comment about punching me out so they could fuck my wife. I knew that Judy could hear too, and when I didn't do anything she would look at me kind of funny. 

It felt humiliating to have her looking at me in that way. Like, "Why aren't you doing something to them? That's your wife they're talking about." When she looked at me like that I got embarrassed. And humiliated. When your wife looks at you like you've failed you'd better believe it's humiliating. 

And the craziest thing is that deep down it felt good to have her look at me like that. I knew for those few seconds that she was thinking that I was a worthless shit. But that feeling was intoxicating and arousing. How can something so negative feel good? It doesn't make sense to me, but then it doesn't make sense to me why some people like pain. 

About six months ago we were at a cop party and one of the guys there, Mark, was being a real jerk. He danced with Judy a couple of times and tried to feel her up. When he wouldn't stop, she complained to me and expected me to do something. 

I went over to Mark and told him to leave Judy alone and he said, "Not till I fuck her, Buddy." I know I should have said or done something, but I just got Judy and took her home. As we were leaving I could hear him tell everyone that he was going to fuck Judy sooner or later. 

I guess I should explain that there is somewhat of a rivalry between Mark and me. We went through the police academy at the same time and I was always in first place and he always came in second. He continued the whole time to try and beat me, not just to come in first but to beat ME. He really wanted to whip my ass at something and it just wasn't going to happen. 

I forgot about it as soon as we were out of the academy and working but he never gave up trying to beat me at something. 

Well that night at the party he did. Judy was totally pissed that I hadn't punched him out and let everyone know that she belonged to me and not that asshole Mark. 

When we got home she wanted to talk about it. She said it wasn't the first time I had let someone talk about her like that without doing anything. She asked me if I was afraid of him or what. 

I tried to brush it off, but she wouldn't let up. Finally I broke down and told her of my need to be humiliated and how when guys talked about fucking her, and I didn't do anything, it was humiliating. Judy agreed that I should feel humiliated at letting other guys talk about her that way. 

She calmed down a little and asked me to talk to her about it. I did my best to explain something that I can't even explain to myself. She listened to it all and asked some questions. I think by the time we were done I understood my need a little better than before. 

Judy still couldn't understand why anyone would have such a need. She said if I really wanted to be humiliated that she would try to help. I told her I didn't WANT it but that I felt like I NEEDED it. "Well, what do you WANT me to do?" 

"I don't know. Just forget about it. I'm sure there'll be more occasions when guys talk about you and I will stand there like a dummy. That's probably all I need." 

"Well, it wasn't just talk tonight. Mark was feeling me up." She looked at me for a minute. "You knew. You knew he was feeling me and you didn't do anything?" The tone of her voice was so humiliating, and arousing, I thought I was going to cum in my pants.

Judy could tell what was happening to me. She shook her head then said, "I don't understand you at all. But I can tell you I've been flattered when other guys show their desire for me. I always put those thoughts out of my mind. But, I'm your wife. If being humiliated is something you need I'll try to be more open to other men.

We dropped it then and went to bed. I made soft tender love to Judy that night to try and make up for letting Mark talk about her the way he did at the party. 

Probably, if I went to a shrink, he'd say I feel guilty because everything has come so easy for me. Maybe it's as simple as that. I don't know. But even knowing the reason doesn't change anything. I still need to be humiliated.

Judy didn't talk about it any after that night and neither did I. Everything got back to normal. Someone would throw a party every week or so and we would get together with our friends and have a good time. I think everyone else forgot about that night, just like Judy and I did. 

It was about two months before we attended a party where Mark was also invited. 

Judy and I were standing over by the door to the patio and everyone else was on the other side of the room, admiring the new sound system that our host, Jack, had just had installed. When Mark walked in I almost choked on my drink. I know my face turned red, and I was suddenly feeling very warm. 

Mark looked around the room and then headed straight for us. It was embarrassing to see him but I was glad that he wanted to apologize for the way he acted at that last party. He came up to us at put his right arm around my shoulder and his left around Judy's. 

Mark looked at me and said, "Hey buddy, about the last time I saw you guys. I know I shocked you, but I meant every word I said. One of these days I'm going to fuck your wife." He laughed and then added, "And this just may be the day." 

I figured he had to be drunk to say that, but it was still very humiliating to have him talking that way. I wanted to just grab Judy and head for home. Mark dropped his arm from around my shoulder and reached up and put his fingertips against Judy's lips. 

I was about to tell him to stop, but the words just wouldn't come out. He slowly lowered his hand, sliding it over her chin and then down her neck. I was having a hard time breathing. His hand slid down Judy's neck and onto the top of her dress. It was like a physical blow when his hand slid over her breasts. 

The bastard stopped at her breast and rubbed back and forth across her tits. Her nipples were obviously growing hard. Mark pinched one of my wife's nipples between his finger and thumb as he pulled and twisted it. Then he did the same with the other nipple. 

I could hear a soft moan escape from Judy and I wondered why she wasn't stopping him. My cheeks were burning and sweat was starting to pour off me, but I just couldn't seem to do anything. 

My heart was pounding like a jackhammer as his hand again started sliding inexorably down my wife's body. I couldn't believe he was doing this. The other people could turn around at any time and see what he was doing. 

I know I groaned when I realized that someone else might see him feeling up my wife right in front of me. 

He rubbed his hand up and down over her pussy for a minute then I felt total relief when he took his hand off of her. He raised his hand up and pushed his middle finger against her lips. Judy's lips parted and his finger slid into her mouth. Her lips formed a perfect circle around his finger. Mark said, "Suck." and Judy followed his order. Her head began moving back and forth on his finger, just like she would do if she were sucking a cock. 

After a minute Mark pulled his finger from my wife's mouth with a popping sound. He laughed again and said, "Yes, I believe today is the day. Is your pussy ready for my cock Judy?" 

My loving wife was looking me right in the eye as she said, "Mark, you're the biggest asshole I know. But if my husband doesn't want to stop you then yes, my pussy is ready for your cock. Where do you want me?" 

Mark smirked at me. With his hand on her ass he led her across the room to the host. "I'm going to fuck Judy now. Which bedroom should I use?" There were several gasps and no one said anything for a minute. It took about a minute for them all to take in the picture. Mark's hand resting possessively on my wife's ass while I meekly stood looking on from across the room. 

Jack's eyes moved hungrily over my wife's body. "You mind if I have sloppy seconds?" Everyone was shocked to hear him talk like that. 

Mark laughed and said, "I don't care. But, maybe you should tell Bob he's going to have to wait till both of us are done with his wife before he's going to get her back." Jack told Mark he could use bedroom that opened right off of the family room. 

Mark said thanks and he and Judy walked back towards me. Judy's eyes were imploring me to help her, but I was unable to move or say anything. 

They passed me and went into the bedroom right behind me. I was burning up with shame and humiliation as everyone was looking at me. I could almost read their minds. "What a worthless bastard, letting Mark fuck his wife." "Isn't he a pathetic example, another man is going to fuck his wife practically in his face." "What kind of man lets another man walk all over him. Not just one, but two guys are going to fuck his wife. And he's just standing there letting them." 

Yeah, I knew what they were thinking. I knew they had no sympathy for me. None of them understood, or even knew about my need to be humiliated. Even as I was suffering my cock was throbbing; pulsing with a life of it's own. I'd never felt a greater need to cum. It was a heavenly torture. 

Mark carefully closed the door, almost all the way. He purposely left it open a few inches. It was hardly a minute after they went into the bedroom that everyone could hear him, "That's it. Suck it Judy." I could only groan as I envisioned my wife on her knees in front of Mark, her head bobbing back and forth on his cock. 

Mark was loudly encouraging Judy to suck him. The others were drifting closer. They wanted to hear the action. They were staring at me. Their eyes were burning with glee and malice as they watched me cringe. 

I wanted to run and hide. I wanted to burst into the bedroom and take Judy out of there. I wanted to stand right where I was and suffer this humiliating experience. 

"Oh, god, Judy you're one great cock-sucker. That's it bitch, take it all." I thought I could even hear the slurping sounds my wife makes when she blows me. Maybe it was just my imagination. I don't know. 

"That's it slut. Here it comes. Suck it all out of me." Mark was yelling so loud that anyone in any room in the house could have heard him. "Ahhh, Jesus yeah. Swallow it all." 

My sweet loving wife was giving me the humiliation I craved. God, I hated it. I couldn't look at any of the other people. I knew they were laughing at me. If not out loud at least inside. Who could blame them? I was doing nothing as another man gave my wife a drink of cum. 

"Can you fuck me now?" 

"Damn straight. I'm not done with you yet. Get on your hand and knees. I'm going to fuck you like the bitch you are." A couple of people snickered. I was rooted to the spot, unable to move or speak. All I could do was stand there and listen as my rival fucked my wife. 

Now the others were openly talking about how pathetic I was and what a wimp I was. They were saying how I was finally getting what I deserved. I silently agreed with them. 

Judy screamed as she came. "Oh, Jesus Christ I'm cumming. Oh, yeah. Fuck me Mark, fuck me hard. Give it to me." 

Over the next twenty minutes Judy came three times. I thought it was never going to end but Mark finally yelled that he was cumming. "Fill me up Mark baby. Fill my cunt with that wonderful cum." 

Everything was quiet for a couple of minutes. The door opened all the way and Mark and Judy walked out hand in hand. Mark walked her right up to me. 

I looked at the floor. I couldn't look at Judy. I knew she didn't like Mark and the only reason she went with him was to give me the humiliation I needed. I was sorry I had made her do it, but I was glad it was over. 

My humiliation wasn't over yet. Judy took my head in her hands and raised it up so I had to look at her. I couldn't understand why she didn't have a disgusted look on her face. Instead, she was smiling. 

Before I could say anything she raised up and kissed me. Her mouth opened she pushed her tongue into my mouth. She probed my mouth with her hot tongue. I shuddered as I realized that I could taste Mark's cum on her lips and mouth. 

"Goddamn Mark. You must have cum a gallon." I didn't know who was talking or what he was talking about. 

Judy was pulled away from me and Jack led her towards the bedroom. That's when I understood. There was a wet trail on cum running down her legs. 

Jack didn't close the door as much as Mark had. I couldn't see Judy, but I could see Jack from the side. Then I saw Judy's hands unfastening Jack's pants. I could tell she was on her knees in front of him. 

Once she had pulled his pants down Jack reached out and I knew without seeing that he had my wife by the head. He started thrusting his hips back and forth. "Ahhhh, Judy, you're a great cock-sucking bitch. Oh man, I love fucking your face." 

I knew that a lot of his talk was just aimed at humiliating me. I was all hot and sweaty and red. I could feel my heartbeat pounding in my dick. Jack didn't last long. He let out a yell that he was cumming and Judy grabbed his ass cheeks and pulled him tight to her face. 

I couldn't help myself. My cock filled my pants with cum. 

I wanted my wife to come out of that bedroom so I could take her out of there and put an end to her degradation. Not to mention my humiliation. But somehow I knew they weren't done yet. I knew Jack was going to fuck my wife before he gave her back to me. 


Jack "accidentally" bumped the door and opened it more. Everyone could see my lovely wife kneeling before Jack, willingly sucking his cock back to life. 

After a minute or two he pulled her face off of his cock and told her to get ready for him to fuck. She turned around and put her head on the floor, elevating her ass. She reached back and pulled her skirt up and spread her legs. 

Jack knelt between her legs and guided his hard cock to my wife's wet cunt. He pushed the head inside her and held it there. Then he held her waist and drove all the way in her as hard as he could. We could hear the breath explode from her lungs as Jack slammed into her. 

"Unnnhhh. Yes. Yes. Fuck me hard Jack. Fuck me hard, please." 

Jack laughed and then started ramming his pole in and out of her as hard and fast as he could. Soon, Judy had another screaming orgasm. Jack didn't slow down at all. He continued driving in her causing her to have two more orgasms before he finally filled her pussy with his jism. 

I was glad when he came. That meant this terrible humiliation was over at last. Jack pulled his cock from her dripping hole and leaned back. Then he smacked her on the ass as hard as he could. Leaving a bright red handprint where he spanked her. 

Judy moaned, then slowly straightened up. She turned around to Jack. He stood up, looking down at her on her knees as she looked up at him and said, "Thank you, Jack. That was really a great fuck. I don't think I've ever been fucked better." 

My wife got off her knees and let her skirt fall, covering her pussy. She came out of the bedroom and headed for me. I knew she was going to kiss me again. But then I would be able to get out of this hell. 

She walked up to me and rubbed her hand up and down the bulge in my pants. Everyone could see the growing wet spot soaking the from of my pants. "Did you see how well Jack fucked me?" My face told the story of my shame. 

"Have you been humiliated enough for one night?" Before I could answer, someone yelled, "HELL NO! You need to rub his face in it." That made everyone laugh. At first I didn't understand. I'd already had my face rubbed in it. Two guys had fucked my wife in her mouth and her pussy. Right in front of me. How much more could you rub my face in it. 

"Lay down, Honey." I still didn't understand. I looked around to find everyone looking at me like I was some kind of freak. I lay down on the floor. Judy stepped over me and straddled my head. I could see up her skirt to her dripping cunt. 

Jack grabbed her and pulled her off me saying, "Not that way." 

He unfastened her skirt and it dropped around her ankles. "Now give it to him." Then I understood. There was nothing I could do. They wanted me to be totally degraded, and my wife was willing to give them what they wanted. And what I needed.


Humiliated



She straddled my head again then squatted down over my face. As I was staring at her open slit she unfastened my pants and pulled my throbbing dick out. Then she lowered her pussy to my mouth. 

"Suck me, Honey. Suck Mark and Jack's cum out of my cunt." I did what I was told. I licked my wife's freshly fucked pussy and drank the guy's cum from her. I couldn't look at anyone so I kept my eyes shut tight. 

Something bumped my head and I opened my eyes. The only thing I could see was a pair of hairy balls and a big cock being pushed into my wife's cunt while I was eating her. 

Judy screamed as Blake rammed his cock in her and started slamming into her with everything he had. Everyone was cheering him on, "Fuck the slut. "Give the wimp another load of cum to suck." "Drill her." Were some of the things I heard. And that's just what he was doing. He was driving in her, bouncing his balls off my forehead with each thrust. 

Their laughter increased when my dick began spurting globs of cum. Blake saw that and his cock erupted in her pussy. Almost immediately there was more cum running out of my wife's cunt and into my mouth. 

My face was so wet that no one could tell that I was crying. 

Judy lay on top of me while I sucked all the cum out of her that I could get. When we got up we found that everyone had left except Jack. He stood there looking at us with a big smirk on his face. 

I could feel my own face burning and turning red. Jack walked up to me and slapped me on the back. "Hey, buddy, great fucking night. But, at next week's party I'm going to bust the sluts virgin asshole. That'll really give you something to suck." 

Judy patted my face. "I'm glad you need this. I'm going to enjoy humiliating you with all your friends. Mark and Jack are both better fuckers than you are. And all the guys are in a hurry for a blowjob. Maybe next time you can help me with them." 

I was cringing as I slunk out of there.



Humiliated



Mandy is Satan. That's all there is to it. She's made my life hell ever since I met her in Psych 135 class in September. She is one cruel, cruel bitch.

I don't know what I'd do without her.

They say people secrets want to get caught. They make stupid mistakes or leave evidence around to their secret. Psychologically, they need to break their silence.

I suppose I'm one of those people. No other reason for me to keep a spare pair of satin panties in my gym bag. I mean I wear satin panties every day under my guy clothes. Isn't that enough? What did I think would happen that I'd need spare panties?

So I'm sitting in Psych class with my gym bag behind me and Mandy behind it. She whispers and asks for a pen. I'm trying to not miss any of the lecture so I tell her there's one in my gym bag somewhere.

I listen to her rooting around for about thirty seconds before all the blood drained away from my head. I realized the panties were in there.

'Thanks,' she whispered, showing the pen to me. My heart was racing a mile a minute and I didn't hear another word of the lecture. When the class broke up, she cornered me.

She caressed my face with my secret panties for just a second (long enough to get some very interesting stares) and then said, "Women's bathroom on this floor, ten minutes."

With that she walked out. I could have left the building, written off the panties as a loss of stupidity and gone on with my life. But my cock was rock hard in my panties. As nervous and humiliated as I felt, I knew I'd do it.

The tone for the next class sounded and the hallways emptied. I summoned my courage and went into the women's room.

I'll say I was surprised that it wasn't that much different than the men's. Tampon dispenser and a little padded couch. Mandy was sitting on the couch.

"I thought about this a lot in class. At first I thought you were one of those who gets lucky and steals his date's panties as a trophy. Pretty slimy but understandable. Lord knows with someone as effeminate as you it would be a once in a lifetime experience to actually get laid, am I right?"

My face was burning with embarassmant. I couldn't move.

"Don't worry about. I figured it out. You didn't get laid at all. Why get find a real girl when you can play one all by yourself? Now you can prove me wrong. Just drop your pants and put these on. If they fit perfectly, then I'll know I've got a sissy queer here. If they don't then I'll give you might panties too, as a consolation prize."

"Take 'em off."

I trembled and started to talk but she gave me one look that told me not to go there. I tried to take off my pants and panties at the same time so she wouldn't see but it was impossible.

"Oh... my... God! You're wearing panties right now! You've got to be kidding me! I made that all up. I really thought these were trophy panties. Oh shit..."

I pulled my pants awkwardly back up but my panties were stuck around my knees and kept the pants down.

"You really are one of those sissies. Look at how hard your dick is! So you get off on wearing girls' panties, huh?"

At last she was really asking a question so I nodded yes.

"This I gotta see. Here," she said handing me my emergency panties, "do whatever you do. I want to see it."

I mumbled and balked at doing anything. She whipped out her phone and took a fast picture. Then she got up, kicked open the door to the restroom and took another picture making it obvious that I was aroused, half-naked, and fondling panties in a women's restroom.

I felt like an anvil sank in my stomach at the same time my cock throbbed with pleasure. I wrapped the satin panties around my head and shaft and began to stroke myself.

Soon, there as a growing dark spot in the panties where my precum was leaking. Mandy was sitting there mesmerized. I started moaning and sighing in my building pleasure...

"Stop!" 

I froze, my cock throbbing in my tight satin-covered grip.

"I didn't tell you to cum, bitch!"

I was so close I almost was past the point of no return. I pulled my hand off my cock quickly.

She stood up and I saw she was flushed. Even her nipples were happily announcing how much she was getting turned on.

"You can't cum until I tell you to. See you at next class and wear something slutty!"

--

Five days. That was Thursday and the next class was the next Tuesday. Oh god, I got so close to cumming so many times, but I kept stopping. I had to see how far this Mandy wanted to go.

I'd had a very small number of girlfriends and the panty-thing ended every one of them like I'd declared "I'm actually gay. Can we fuck while I think of men?"

If Mandy was going to become something pleasurable, I wanted in on it. I just hoped she'd allow me to cum when we met on Tuesday.

I saw her in Psych class. She handed me a note and sat several seats away. I opened it.

"Go to the women's room after class. Put on whatever is left in the last stall. Come back into this lecture hall to show me."

I couldn't even swallow. Who knows what costume she had planted for me, but there was another class in that hall after ours. A class with about 200 Freshmen trying to learn English as a First Language. I'd be totally humiliated if she'd gone too far.

I at least had to see what she'd left for me. I lingered until I counted the last girl had left and went in.

Going into the ladies room was kind of a thrill for me, but I tried to ignore that. The last stall was taped off as 'broken' but since I didn't find anything in the other stalls, I suspect she'd put up the sign.

Entering the last stall, I found a large paper shopping bag. Looking inside, I told myself I could never do this. I could never put all that on in front of a huge lecture hall.

And I knew that I would. It took me a while to strip down, slip into the panties and bra, pull over the tight top, step into the short miniskirt, pull on the pantyhose and put on the heels.

At the very bottom of the bag were two things. A thin feminine cat collar with a large tag on it that said "Sissy" and a tube of lipstick with a note on it... "This too."

I put on the collar and the lipstick and stepped out of the stall, ready to claim that it was all a fraternity rush stunt. I peeked out into the hall and saw no one. Clicking my way to the lecture hall I saw that the little window was covered over. I listened and heard someone lecturing.

I'd never felt so humiliated in my life and never more aroused. The panties barely contained my raging hard-on so the skirt tented a little, just to make sure everyone knew I was getting off on this.

I opened the door and walked in.

The hall was empty. Mandy laughed and turned off the recording of the lecturer.

"You actually did it! Oh my god, this is amazing! What a slut you are!"

"Please, Mandy, please may I cum?"

"Pa-thetic," she laughed. "But I must say, you don't make a bad girl. A little special attention and you might be able to pass..."

She seemed to be pondering something and then shook her head.

"No time. Here, give me your clothes." I obediently handed her the pile of jeans, sneakers, panties, and t-shirt.

"Okay, you may cum, but you have to cum into this specimen cup while you're walking in those heels. I want to see your best catwalk while you orgasm."

She attached the specimen cup to the end of my cock with a nurse's detachment and stuffed it back in my panties.

"Oh, and hurry up. Early students start arriving any minute now for the next real class and that one wasn't suddenly cancelled."

Mandy unbuttoned her jeans and got her hand down inside with a small object. I soon hear a buzzing and she caught her breath suddenly.

"Hurry up, slut or you'll still be walking here and wanking when they show up. Perv jail for you!"

I started to walk in the heels and felt a tiny bit of pride at doing it well. My feet were placed one in front of the other and my hips were trained enough to swing naturally as I walked.

"Ohh, sexy," she moaned, obviously delighting herself with her vibrator. 

I reached into my skirt and started pulling my cock. It was awkward with the cup but I was so ready that I exploded after three tugs.

"Keep going as you cum... girls can't stop performing if they... cum on... stage..." I saw Mandy tense up and then shudder and moan softly.

We both pulled ourselves together and she handed me my clothes back.

"I'd change quick. The TAs should be here any second. See you next class..."



Humiliated



The man standing in front of me, on the other side of my desk was completely devastated, it was clear he'd not been sleeping well and the pressures of his situation were written all over his face and posture.

"You knew the deal," I said. He nodded, desperate not to be there and dealing with what was about to happen. "It's what we agreed last year," He nodded again, speech apparently impossible. 

His situation had begun almost a year earlier when my neighbour Eric caught me outside.

"Can I have a word," he asked.

"Yes, sure, what's up?"

"I've had a deal go wrong," he said, "I'm struggling to pay the mortgage." He left it at that, it was clear he wanted to borrow money though.

"Let's go into my office and see what we can do," I said. I was keen to help as my neighbours were nice people, Eric, his wife Jen and their daughter Laura had been friendly with me since I moved next door to them a few years earlier. Eric, a bit older than me at 55 was also a little older than his wife Jen. She was a trim woman of 49 with a figure that could still turn heads and it was clear Laura – a sexy girl of 22 – would be the same as she got older.

Anyway, we struck a deal for £6000, loaned for a year, interest free if paid back within the year, if not 10% interest would be added. My lawyer drew up the contract, I transferred the money and Eric went away relieved.

Fast forward 364 days and the anniversary of the loan was due the next day. Eric had called and it was clear he couldn't pay and had hoped too come to some arrangement. "Sorry Eric," I said, "tomorrow, at 2pm, either give me £6K or you owe me £6K plus 10% interest. Now, let me see, how much is that?"

"£6600," he mumbled, "isn't there anyway I can get an extension on that," his eyes were pleading.

I shook my head, "A £6K loan, interest free for a year was a decent deal."

He nodded, knowing full well he couldn't have gone elsewhere. He stood there a few minutes longer, looking dejectedly at the floor, then turned to go. "I'll try," he said, the voice of despair.

As he reached my door, I called over, "There is a way the interest could be delayed," I said quietly. 

He looked at me, there was hope in his expression, "How?"

I leaned over my desk, looked directly at him, "Jen and Laura become my fuck toys."

His eyes went wide, "No, no, no... I couldn't, I... er... I..."

"Ok," I said pleasantly, "just a thought, either your wife and daughter are mine to fuck whenever I want, or you tip up with £6K tomorrow, by 2pm or your debt is £6600 until the next year when it's £7760..." I let the thought trail in his mind.

A while later I could hear a heated argument going on next door, I grinned to myself thinking Eric had obviously broached the subject with Jen, or at least told her of his predicament. I wondered how it would turn out.

Next day, there was a knock at my door, sort of mid-morning time, Eric, looking uncomfortable, "Is there no way I can have an extension?" he begged.

"You know the deal," I snapped, "I've told you how to avoid the interest, 2pm, here with a bank draft or your wife and daughter ready to fuck or you owe me £6600." I closed the door on him. It was all I could do not to laugh as I went through to my sun room. I'd done some checking, there wasn't a hope in hell of him coming up with the cash.

The rest of the day passed quite quickly as I did this and that while anticipating fucking the arse off Jen and Laura. Sure enough, 1.45pm there was another knock at the door. I opened it, Eric was standing there, I made a big show of peering past him. "I don't see Jen or Laura?"

"Please, I'm begging you, not my wife and daughter..."

"You know the fucking deal, now, you've still got until 2pm, that's about seven minutes, to come up with the cash. So, either fucking do it or fetch them round." He went away, almost crying. I called after him, "Hey Eric," he turned hope written across his face which I quickly dashed, "I want Laura in her school uniform." He left as I chuckled to my self. 

From the raised voices next door I guessed the prospect of his wife and daughter fucking him out of debt wasn't being too well received, still, I was looking forward to it. To be honest, if Jen or Laura really objected I would hold off as I'm not a complete bastard, his problems weren't theirs and I doubted they even knew there was a problem until now... but I was still in my towelling robe ready for 2pm. Sure enough, 2pm, the three of them appeared at my door, Laura in her uniform, Jen smartly dressed and Eric looking totally destroyed. 

"Come in," I smiled as Laura and Jen looked nervously at me, "you both look very fuckable," I told them, "just go on through to the sun lounge." I'd a comfortable couch through there and it was quite warm. Eric looked uncomfortable as he stood, knowing I was about to fuck his wife and daughter. "I'll er... er... I'll..." he made to go.

"Where are you going?" I asked politely.

"Er..." he looked at the ground.

"Is your daughter wearing panties?"

"I...I...I... er... don't know..." There were tears forming. 

"Well, you'd better fucking check."

Laura's eyes went wide, her face reflecting shock as I made her dad slide his hands under her very short skirt and pull her panties, nice white ones, off. She looked over at me, her own eyes moist.

"That's better," I said and let my robe fall open. Laura and Jen gasped, luckily for me I've a cock that impresses even black girls. "Suck it Laura, suck my cock." She glanced desperately at her mom and dad and saw only despondency in their expressions. Resignedly she dropped to her knees in front of me and gripped the shaft with her hands, she couldn't get them to go round it and nervously she began to lick the tip. 

"Come on, you've sucked a cock before haven't you?" I snapped, "Get your mouth over the end." Nervously she obeyed and managed to get the tip of my cock in her mouth. I could feel her tongue playing on the end as her lips slipped over the ridge, Laura's hands were round my shaft, gripping it tight. Turning to her dad I said "Your little girl sucks cock well, she must have had lots of practice," His eyes were wet now as he watched his daughter sucking me. "What's she like at fucking?" As I spoke I pulled my cock out of Laura's mouth and made her stand up, "Lie on that couch and get those legs apart," I grinned at her, "right, Jen, get over here and guide me into your fucking daughter." 

Laura's mom seemed mesmerised by my cock, her eyes were wide as she came over. Laura was on her back, her own eyes wide at the prospect of my cock sliding into her cunt, she pulled her teeny skirt up, let her knees part and her wet cunt lips were on display. Standing between her legs I leaned forward as Jen gripped my shaft and rubbed the tip of it along her daughter's cunt. Laura's juices were flooding out, soaking her thighs and the couch, Jen rubbed the tip of my cock harder against her daughter's lips and, with a thrust, I sank the first few inches into her. 

"OH! FUCK!" She squealed as I began to thrust in and out, each stroke sending more of my shaft deep into her. Shifting position I pushed and slid deep into her so our pubic areas were touching,

"Oh fuck!" Laura groaned, I held her hips and began to fuck her, sliding my cock deep in and out of her cunt. She was collapsed back on the couch, a limp rag, her eyes tight shut as she murmured "ohgodohgodohgod..." as my cock filled her up. Her mom, eyes wide, could only stare at my shaft, slick with her daughter's juices, slid back and forth.

"See what your fucking husband's stupidity has caused," I sneered at Jen. "You two are my fuck sluts until he coughs up with the cash." Thrusting hard now and close to spurting I held onto Laura and with a grunt I sent a load of cum into her fuckhole... all she could do was gurgle as each spurt went deep in her. After a few seconds I drew my cock out of her and Jen's eyes went wider, her shock at me still being hard was obvious. "Suck my cum and Laura's cunt juice off my cock," I ordered her. As Jen's tongue licked my shaft Laura had managed to ease herself up on her elbows and was looking flushed so I told her to tell her dad to take her mom's panties off. There was a sob in Laura's voice as she began to quietly tell her dad to do as I asked. "NO!" I yelled, "Fucking louder you slut!"

"DAD!" She yelled "TAKE MOM'S PANTIES OFF SO THIS BASTARD CAN FUCK HER!"

There were tears streaming down Eric's face as he came over and reached under his wife's skirt, pulled her panties off and stood there holding them like some stupid dick. "I hope her cunt is wet and ready for my cock," said to him. He mumbled something "What?"

"I don't know," he cried.

"Fucking find out" I ordered. As I watched, he touched his wife's pussy lips and nodded, speech being beyond him. "Jen.." she looked up at me, her lips over my cock, "turn round so I can fuck you." She did and I slid my cock deep in her cunt, she was soaking wet. "Now, bury your face in Laura's cunt." Eric could hardly watch as I began fucking his wife and she tongued my cum out of their daughter. I had her skirt pulled up over her back, my hands holding her ass cheeks as I pounded her cunt. "Look what your wife and daughter are doing to save your fucking hide you stupid cunt," I snapped at Eric. He was a picture of total humiliation, his daughter was on her back, her recently fucked cunt being eaten out by her mom as I fucked her mom, it was all I could do not to laugh. Suddenly I felt the beginnings of my orgasm and thrust harder into Jen's hole. Though I tried to hold off as long as I could, in the end I had to pull her hard back onto me, her firm ass nestling in my groin, then, looking at her husband, I emptied my balls into her. Spurt after spurt pumped into Jen's fuck hole and the normally demure woman grunted like a pig as each blast hit her. Her voice was a bit muffled, her face being in Laura's cunt of course but it was still so fucking lewd to hear her and feel her gripping my shaft.

"Your wife and daughter are fucking hot sluts Eric," I laughed, "they really know how to work a cock." He couldn't even look at me as I wound him up. Oh, fuck this was good. With my balls empty and my cock softening I pulled out of Jen, she carried on eating her daughter's cunt and Laura herself was in another place, eyes screwed shut and mewling noises coming from her mouth. I eased Jen round, she didn't resist and lowered her own sticky cunt onto Laura's face.

She looked up briefly "See what we're doing for you, you stupid cunt, now fuck off and see if you can actually manage to earn some money for a fucking change." With that she buried her face in Laura's cunt and lowered her own cum filled hole onto her daughter's face.

It was all I could do to stop myself from laughing as the dejected husband and father trailed out of my sun lounge. I managed though and turned my attention back to his wife and daughter as they sloppily 69'd on the couch. Jen's short skirt was flipped up showing her ass cheeks and the lacy tops of her stockings and Laura's tongue probing her cunt lips where my cock had recently dumped a load of cum. Most of this cum was spread over Laura's face and Jen's thighs, a slight shift in position and I could see a similar scene at the other end where Jen's face was glistening and her daughter's thighs shining with cum. It was such a horny fucking sight, no wonder my cock was stiffening but which hole to stick it in first? In the end it was Jen's cunt that got first go, only because her ass was sticking up and it was easier to fuck her than to move Laura. Stretching my leg over Laura's face I put my knee carefully near her head and as I held on to Jen's waist, Laura guided my cock into her mom's soaking fuck hole. I could feel Laura's tongue on my cock as it slid into her mom.

Thrusting gently I pulled almost the full length out before sliding deliciously slowly as deep into this gorgeous wet cunt as I could. This, I thought, was going to be one hell of a fucking year.



Humiliated and Teased by Two Girls



I have been dating Katie for almost 6 months. She's a real cutie, flirty and full of energy, she's the kind of person people love to be around. Katie is 24 years old, and works at a social media start-up here in the city. She stands just under five and a half feet tall, with dirty blonde hair, perky 32B tits, nice smooth legs and a great ass I love to cover in kisses. She is low maintenance, often wearing little make-up. She's as comfortable at a sports bar as the opera. I am lucky to have her. 

Katie and I have a good sex life. Nothing too wild, but frequent and relaxed. Sometimes, especially if Katie has had a couple of drinks, we do some role play which I always enjoy. One I love is when she plays teacher and I play the teen student that she seduces. This always ends with her riding me on top which is my favorite. 

I'm Edward and I'm in Finance. I do well in my career; not 30 yet and making good bucks. Katie and I have softly explored her moving in with me but for now she has her apartment downtown, not far from my office, and I keep mine uptown. 

Earlier tonight I was out with the boys from the office for drinks. I texted her around 9, and told her I was still downtown and wanted to come over after. She told me she had a college friend in town visiting and that she might stay for the night. I promised I would be quiet if I was late. 

Of course we did go rather late, and after too many beers and scotches, I was grateful I only had to stumble to Katie's place. I had a bit of trouble fumbling with the key to her apartment. When I opened the door the apartment I made a beeline through the dark apartment to the bathroom to take a piss. After splashing water on my face I decided I should actually shower before bed. I started humming while showering but then I recalled that Katie may have a friend sleeping over. I reached over through the shower curtain to shut the bathroom door and tried to keep quieter. Aside from dropping the soap with a bang I thought I did pretty well. I got out and wrapped myself in Katie's pink towel. I figured I would quietly get a glass of water before joining Katie in bed. I wondered if I might be able to wake her up for a quickie. 

As I walked to the kitchen I saw there was indeed a girl sleeping on the couch, and she looked rather lovely. Her jet black hair covered her closed eyes and little, and her big lips looked so inviting. She wore a white tank top which was mostly covered by a blanket, however, her exposed shoulders showed off smooth, copper skin. I stopped to look at her I wondered what ethnicity she was. Perhaps Indian and Caucasian? 

Then I saw her bare feet which were sticking out of the bottom of the blanket that covered her. I have always had a thing for girls' feet but I have only explored the fetish a little with Katie. She always finds it ticklish when I kissed her small, cute feet and generally seemed to discourage much attention there unless I was giving her a long foot rub. 

This girl's feet were even nicer than Katie's. She had a fresh french pedicure that made every toe look suckable. She had a thin gold ankle bracelet on one foot. What I liked most, however, were her soft, smooth soles, which seemed to be presented towards me like a gift. I imagined what it would be like to kiss them all over.

Just at that moment I heard a noise behind me and turned around to see Katie staring at me with her mouth open. I turned my head and started to stammer and slur a hello but she cut me off.

"Why...why were you staring at Pia's feet??!"

I felt heat raise through my body to my face and tried to think of something to say. I turned to her intending to reassure but again Katie cut me off, this time with a gasp.

"Look at you! Ed, you're hard and staring at my friend in a towel. What are you thinking?"

I felt a little dizzy from the drink and my predicament as I looked down and saw the vulgarity of my cock forming a tent in Katie's towel. 

I tried to clear my mind but my forming thoughts were stopped by Katie's friend rousing. 

"Katie? What's going on?"

"Oh Pia, sorry. This is Edward, my boyfriend." She spit out the word boyfriend with derision, and possibly a little humor. "He thought it was appropriate to stop and stare at you in a towel while you were sleeping."

Pia looked up at me and quickly focused on my cock as she started to sit up.

Katie continued, now with a giggle, "You can see he found you rather attractive. Oh, and he was transfixed by your feet!"

Pia smirked as she offered her hand while remaining seated on the couch. She was no longer covered by the blanket and the boy shorts she was wearing left all kinds of smooth leg exposed. I tried not to think about her hand being so close to my cock.

"Oh...well, nice to meet you Eddie." 

Nobody ever called me Eddie, but I shook her soft hand and appreciated that she seemed unfazed. 

"So, you have a thing for feet Eddie?" Pia tossed out casually.

I blushed even brighter as I realized I was now trapped between two girls who were really expecting me to answer this. All while sporting a raging hard-on, and naked save for a pink towel. 

Katie wouldn't let me answer. "I think we have pretty clear proof that he does!"

Katie turned to address Pia with a conspiratorial voice, "He tries to kiss my feet all the times, but I think he might like yours even more!"

Pia and Katie both laughed, and I stood still, wishing I could disappear into the floor. As embarrassed as I was my hard-on refused to subside, in fact it twitched as they giggled. 

Katie pushed it a little further, "So Eddie, do you like Pia's feet more than mine?" Katie let out a snort as she exhaled and i realized that she was actually drunk as well. She only made that sound after she had a few drinks. It actually makes me horny when I hear her make that noise because it generally means I would be getting some soon. Katie definitely loosens up with the impact of alcohol. I glanced over at the kitchen counter and saw two empty wine bottles along with several wine glasses. 

I looked down at Katie's feet even while half-realizing this was a trap. "No...I mean...your feet are very nice and small and..."

The two girls started howling with laughter, and Katie let out more little snorts. 

"Oh honey, don't stop!" she implored teasingly, "tell me more about how nice my feet are."

She emphasized the word feet with an incredulous tone. I looked up at Katie who was wearing just a t shirt and panties. She always looks hot when she wears that to bed and tonight was certainly no exception. Her nipples were hard and poking through the think white fabric of her t-shirt. 

I looked her in the eyes hoping she would take sympathy and let me out of the predicament gracefully, "Katie, I...please..."

Katie spoke louder than normal now, "OK, if you can't do that for me, then I want you to show Pia how well I trained you to give foot rubs."

Katie plopped herself down beside Pia and thrust her little feet out towards me. "Do it now, if you want me to forget about you lurking over my friend with a hard-on!"

I knew I was in no position to negotiate. I looked at the two girls seated in front of me, then down at Katie's proffered feet. I realized I was going to have to sit on the floor to rub them, so I started to awkwardly bent down to do so, trying hard to keep the towel wrapped around me while I did so.

"Lose the towel, you look silly." Katie said demandingly. Pia laughed and looked at me expectantly.

"Katie, I can't..."

"Give me my towel Eddie." Katie said softly but very firmly. 

I was humiliated but also excited by the situation. There were two hot, scantily dressed girls right in front of me, staring at me. I reached down and removed the towel, handing it to Katie. Now completely nude, my cock bobbed up and down as the two of them laughed and squealed. Pia whispered something into Katie's ear and I just stood before both of them, feeling completely humiliated.

"Good boy. Now take care of my feet."

I squatted on the floor in front of Katie. I couldn't resist glancing at Pia's feet which were right beside me as I reached for Katie's left foot. As I took Katie's foot in my hands I looked up and saw both girls staring down at me with smirks on their faces. The scene was so hot I couldn't keep their stares. I looked down, ashamed and excited. 

I lifted Katie's foot a little so it was just below my chin and started to rub it the way she liked. She murmured her appreciation and I was happy to please her. 

"Pia, do you remember our threesome in sophomore year?" Katie asked. 

I looked up just a little and saw Pia grinning broadly. She looked beautiful. 

"Ohhh...I'll never forget that night."

"I was so drunk, I think he could have got me to do anything that night."

I couldn't believe Katie was talking like this. She almost never even mentioned previous boyfriends, much less talked about sex with them.

"He was a hottie," Pia said, "I think a lot of girls did whatever he told them to."

They both giggled. Pia added, perhaps a little cruelly, "His cock was so big we both wanted it but were both afraid at the same time."

I looked up to see Katie's reaction but she pushed the sole of her foot into my face. 

"But only you got to fuck him!" Katie complained. 

"Only because he wanted to bury his face in your sweet ass!" Pia squealed. 

"Mmmm...yeah. Eddie likes to do that too. Don't you Eddie?"

I was a little surprised to be called out, and with Katie's foot pushed into my face I couldn't easily speak. I must have taken too long thinking because I felt Katie's other bare foot smack me in the ear. 

"Yeah, you do." she said. "You love it. Why don't you kiss my foot like you do my ass and show Pia?"

I was shocked she was talking to me like this, and that she was so open with her friend, but I started to kiss her sole, slowly at first, then passionately. I lost myself in the excitement, and even while I heard Pia laughing and Katie snorting as I french kissed the bottom of her foot like it was my first girlfriend.

Pia asked me softly but firmly, "Eddie, as a guest I expect you to give me a nice foot rub as well. Why don't you do that while you suck Katie's toes?"

Her voice aroused me but her words made me consider just how humiliating it was to be naked on the floor in front of a stranger, kissing a girl's feet. The thoughts did not stop me from reaching over and taking Pia's foot in my hand, while Katie helpfully pushed her toes in my mouth. My foot fetish was being satisfied as never before as I was rubbing a hot girl's perfect feet, while my girlfriend's tiny toes filled my mouth. 

"You certainly have him well trained." Pia told Katie as I tried to expertly rub her feet even while my view was blocked by the foot stuffed into my mouth. 

"Well," Katie teased as she ran her other foot ever so lightly along my hard cock, "he has been well rewarded along the way."

My cock responded by twitching wildly. I really thought I was going to shoot right there and then. 

Katie yawned, pulled her foot away from my cock and stretched it languorously until it rested in my shoulder. I could see up her t shirt to see a little of her pussy lips as I continued to suck on her toes and rub Pia's feet. The stimulation was overwhelming. 

"Well, I need to get some sleep. Eddie, you sure don't deserve it, but you look so desperate down there on the floor. Do you need a reward before I pull you away from Pia and her feet?"

This time I didn't hesitate to answer. "Yes...please...I do need...yes..."

Katie paused as if considering and I looked up at her like a begging puppy. 

"Well" she said, "I suppose...if you're fast...you can really show Pia how nicely you kiss my ass."

I looked at her for a moment, unsure if I understood. 

"Well...get on your knees and pucker up or head off to bed!"

I put down Pia's foot and got on my knees. Katie stayed seated looking down at me, so I puckered my lips as thought kissing the air. Pia was laughing loud as she found her cell phone and took a couple of pictures of me. 

Finally Katie got up, stumbling a little as she did so. She moved in front of me and turned. Her pantie covered ass was visible as I looked up her little t shirt. In one motion Katie pulled down her panties and pulled up her shirt so her bare ass was right in front of me.

"Now's your chance." she said. 

I kissed the bottom of each ass cheek, still a little uncertain of how far Katie would let this go. When she bent forward a little, exposing some of her pussy lips to me, I knew she really expected me to do it. I kissed up and down one ass cheek, slowly and softly and then the other. It always turned me on to do this, but seeing Pia watching in wonder just beside us made it incredibly exciting. 

"Don't be shy Eddie...get right in there." Katie teased as she bent over a little further. 

Katie usually pulled away if I kissed her ass crack but now she was asking...demanding that I do so. I did as I was told, my nose now pushed into her crack while I kissed along side it. Katie purred like she did whenever I pleased her in bed, then reached back and spread her cheeks for me. I tentatively kissed closer to her asshole and when she responded by pushing her ass into my face I kissed it greedily. 

"That's a good boy. Get your tongue in there for me. You can take care of yourself if you like."

I french kissed her asshole gratefully and started to stroke my cock. I could feel I would burst quickly, and this only got more intense when I imagined I was the guy from the threesome, fucking Pia while my face was buried in Katie's ass. I shot all over the floor, getting as little on Pia's foot. I could see Katie's pussy glistening with wetness as I finally pulled my face away. 

Katie told me to clean up my mess as she flopped down beside Pia on the couch, wearing just her little t shirt. Pia made me lick off her foot before fetching a wet towel. When I returned and got on my knees to clean up the rest I saw the two of them sitting close together and watched Pia whisper something in Katie's ear as they looked down at me. I knew Katie must be incredibly horny but the way the evening had gone I had no idea if it would be my tongue or Pia's that would get the privilege of servicing her to completion.



Humiliated and Tortured



I was driving back to the city after visiting some friends. I was listing music and thinking at the football match I was going to watch that night. Suddenly, on the road, I saw a woman hitchhiking. It was late afternoon, but quite hot and she must have been all sweaty waiting for someone to stop. Suddenly, I slowed down, and eventually stopped the car just after passing her. I opened the right door window and asked:

"Where are you heading?"

"Just to the next village," the woman said with a pleasant voice.

"All right, come in, I'll give you a ride," I said.

She opened the door and got in. At that point I didn't know it, but that was the beginning of some interesting times for me.

"Thank you," she said fastening her belt. "I thought no one would stop."

She was a beautiful woman in her mid thirties; brown hair, fat lips -- just as I liked, and quite a large chest. Her cleavage was wonderful and she most likely noticed my eyes gazing at her tits for a moment. I put the car in the first gear and started driving.

"How come you are on the road, alone, on this time?" I asked.

"I was... exploring," she said. "Doing some photo shootings."

"You did hitchhiking on here too?"

"Yes, I did," she said. "I live next village."

"Are you a photographer? Or that's just a hobby?"

"It's a hobby and a living," she said smiling to me.

"I see," I said watching a car passing us.

"Do you make good money, being a photographer?" I asked.

"In my area, yes, you do," she said.

"What's your area, what are you photographing?" I asked.

"People," she said.

"People," I asked a little bit surprised. I didn't know one can make good money photographing people.

"Naked people," she continued. "Especially young men like you."

That surprised me to point I was speechless. She, of course, noticed that -- actually it was most likely her intention to produce that kind of effect. 

"You look like a good model," she said pushing it and making me blush.

"A... I do?" I asked her, feeling a little bit uncomfortable.

"Especially if you have a small cock," she said looking straight at me.

"What?!" I exclaimed looking back to her for a moment.

"I like photographing men with small cocks. Are you a man with a small cock?" she asked again.

"A... what is small to you?" I asked.

"Small is small, dear," she said.

The next thing I saw was her leaning towards me, putting her left hand in my pants and grabbing my cock. She moved swiftly, it was almost impossible for me to react before it was too late, as she was holding my cock and balls in her hand.

"What are you doing?!" I exclaimed slowing down the car.

"Just keep driving," she said squeezing my cock and balls. That didn't feel good at all; in fact it was quite painful, so I hit the gas again.

"I'm just checking your cock," she said dominant to me. "And just as I hoped it's a small one. And I feel some foreskin here," she said pulling my skin. "Is that so?" she asked.

"A... yes..." I said trying to keep my attention to the road.

"Small cock with long foreskin, that's my favorite," she said. "I think you should come to my studio. You'll never regret this experience."

I didn't say anything, just looked at her for a moment.

"What do you say?" she asked.

"A... I don't think..." I started but she squeezed my balls again with her left hand.

"What were you saying," she asked dominant again.

"All right, I'll do that ma'am, just leave my balls alone," I said hoping she would release me.

"You promise then?" she asked.

"Yes ma'am, I do," I said and then she released my cock and balls and retrieved her hand.

I drove the last kilometers in silence, wondering how did I get into that. All that I realized was that she was quite dominant. When we entered the village she directed me towards her house, which was located at the margin of the village, next to the shallow woods, a little bit isolated from the other houses.

"Here we are," she said. "Let's go in."

She unfastened her belt and waited for me to do the same until she opened the door and left the car. I followed her submissive, and I knew I wasn't going to pull back. And she knew the same. I was in her grasp for that day. She led me in her house, to the living room.

"Please wait here for 5 minutes," she said. "I need to take a shower first."

She was very confident in leaving me there alone. I could have left while she was up, showering, but she knew I was going to sit there and just wait for her to come back and master my cock. And that's exactly what I did, though it took her 10 minutes to return.

"Good," she said. "You're still here, as I expected."

"Yes ma'am," I said.

"That is a good start for us. Now, follow me," she said.

I stood up and followed her to a basement. She opened a light on the ceiling, but it was not very bright and the basement, that looked like a studio, was mostly in the dark. There was a workbench on one side, with a computer and photo cameras, albums and other stuff. I could also see light projectors in the corners, some cabinets and other things. 

"Now it's time to take off your cloths," she said. "All of them," she added.

I started to undress, removing my t-shirt, pants and then my underwear, and stood naked in front of that beautiful, dominant woman.

"Lovely," she said looking at my cock. 

She then went to a cabinet and brought something from it. I saw it was a mask and some straps. 

"Put this on," she said handing me the leather mask. I put it on and it covered half of my face. 

"Today's theme will be the punished slave," she explained. "Now, off to that wall," she said pointing to the wall on the left. "Now spread your legs a little bit... yeah, that's good." She leaned down and put leather straps around my ankles, fastening them tight and then anchoring them to some metal rings nailed into in the wall. When she finished that it was impossible for me to move too much without losing my balance. Then she took my wrists and did the same, hanging my hands in the air, tied to the wall. She completely secured me to the wall.

"Very good she said," looking at her work.

Sitting there tied like that, completely naked and most of all exposed and vulnerable, I felt humiliated. I was wondering what else she had in store for me that day.

"I hope you know that your small cock belongs to me now," she said, smiling dominant. I didn't say anything, but she expected an answer from me.

"Isn't that so?" she asked.

"Yes ma'am," I said.

"Yes ma'am what?" she asked, prompting for more.

"Yes ma'am, my cock belongs to you," I said realizing what she expected me to say.

"I'm glad you feel the same," she said, turning her back.

She went to the light projectors and switched them on, one by one, turning them to me, so that I was well lighted. The room also filled with light. Then, she went to her workbench and prepared a camera and came with it to me. She started shooting pictures, moving in different angles, and exclaiming a "yes" or "good" from time to time. It looked like she entered her role as a photograph. She same closer and took some closeups of my cock from above and below. Then, she grabbed my cock and pulled back my foreskin. After that she continued taking pictures. After taking a few dozens shots she put the camera down and went back to the cabinet she used before and brought something else. Shereturned to me and grabbed by cock again, and restored my foreskin and pinched it with a clamp.

"What are you..." I started to ask.

"Shut up," she demanded. "Your cock belongs to me. I'll do whatever I wish," she said.

She then hanged a weight on the clamp that pulled my entire cock down. It didn't feel good at all, in fact it hurt. She backed off and started taking pictures again.

"Very good," she said. "Show some pain... show some humiliation."

That wasn't hard at all. Neither the pain, nor the humiliation. My cock hurt as it was pulled down and clamped hard on my foreskin. And the situation I was in felt like a complete humiliation. But I was tied to the wall, impossible to move. She was in complete control and was showing that in her attitude. The only thing I could do was obey. After a few minutes it looked like she was satisfied with the results. She put the camera on her workbench and returned to me.

"Do you want me to take this off," she asked grabbing the weight hanging on my cock.

"Yes!" I answered.

"Yes, what?" she asked.

"Yes, ma'am, please unhook it from my cock."

She pulled it down slower, stretching my cock even more and making it hurt more. She kept it like that, stretched as much as it could me, until I cried.

"Pleaseeee..."

She then released it and un-clamped my foreskin. 

"I'll give you some time to refresh," she said heading to her desk. She worked on the computer and the camera for 10 minutes, time which I spent in the same position, tied to the wall, but at least with my cock free. When she finished the work she was doing she went to the cabinet where she stored her toys and came to me with yet another device. I was looking curious at her and noticed some plastic device, like a tube in her hand.

"You know what this is?" she asked showing it to me.

"No ma'am," I said. 

It looked like small plastic tube, having holes, but most important, having the curved shape of a cock. The closed end of the tub was clearly looking like a cock head.

"Well, this is a cock cage," she said. "For you," she added and smiled malicious to me.

She grabbed my cock and put a plastic ring, detached from the device around my cock and balls. Then she fit my small, soft cock in the plastic tube, and then connected the tube and the ring together and secured them with a small lock with key.

"Beautiful," she exclaimed. "I just love to see this on a cock."

I looked down, curious, at my imprisoned cock. It was completely secured in that plastic, locked, cage.

"Do you like this?" she asked.

"A... I don't know ma'am," I said.

"You'll better like this one. Wait to see what's next."

Having said that, she went for her camera. I was wondering what she meant, and I realized she had other devices prepared for me. She took pictures for nearly 10 minutes, probably covering all the possible angles, and doing lots of closeups. The good thing, I thought, was that at least it wasn't painful like the first thing she put on me.

"I think we're done with this too," she said going to the desk. "Let's see if I can find the key," she joked, giving the impression she was actually searching for it. She came to me with the key and removed the cage. My cock was semi erect and filled the entire tube. She took it out carefully and stroke the shaft twice.

"Nice boy," she said and left with the plastic device.

Seeing her going to the same cabinet, and remembering what she said when she brought the plastic cage, I knew she was planning to use some other device. And it turned to be true. She returned to me a minute later with yet another cage. This time it was a metal one. It was similar, except that the tube was of a shinny metal, and both ends were open. It was curved down, and it also had a metal cuff to she put around my cock and balls. She grabbed my cock in her hand and she stroke it a little bit, just for it to grow bigger. Then she poured a lotion from a small tube on it. Heaving it greased, she forced it into the metal cage that accommodated the entire length of my shaft; only my cock head was free. Because of the curved shape of the tube, my semi erect cock was forced to bend. She then put the metal cuff around my cock and balls, and secured it together with the tube with a lock. The cuff kept my cock semi erect.

"I just love this device," she said. "It looks so good on your cock."

Saying that she took the camera again and started to take lots of pictures. I think she was enjoying both taking pictures and torturing men, because it looked like she would never stop. Eventually, after tens of closeups, she was satisfied with her work. But that wasn't the end of my suffering. The hard things were just about to start. She put the camera away and brought a leash that she tied to the top end of the metal tube, which had a small ring there. With that secured she said:

"We're done here. I'm going to remove your restrains."

Finally, after one hour of sitting in those chains, tied to the wall, barely feeling my hands, she released me. I felt lots of stings into my arms when I put them down, and I rubbed them to make the blood flow again. She walked out of the room, pulling me with the leased. I followed her, obedient, but I asked.

"Where are we going?"

"Hush, hush," she said and led me to another room in the basement.

When she entered, she switched on the lights. I saw a small room, with only a table in the middle, and a camera on a tripod behind the table.

"What is..." I started to ask but she pulled the leash very hard making my cock and balls hurt.

"Ouch!!!"

"Just lay on the table," she said.

"Ma'am please," I said.

"Remember that your small cock belongs to me now," she said.

"But..."

"Just shut up, or I will gag you," she said. "Now, lay on your back on the table."

Saying that she pointed to the table, and after looking for a moment at her, and realizing there was no other way, I obeyed, and laid on it. The table had restrains for legs and arms, and she put them around my ankles, tights, arms and wrists, and a last one around my abdomen. It was nearly impossible for me to move. After she secured me like that she went to the camera behind and turned it on. She returned to me and opened the lock of the cage on my cock and removed the metal tube from my shaft and the cuff around my balls and cock. She left with it to the other room, leaving me there on the table. One minute later she was back, and this time she was holding a cock pump in one hand and a lotion tube in the other. It had the shape of a cock, with the pump attached to the top of the cylinder. She put them on the table, and grabbed my soft, small cock.

"Now, it's time to reward the little one," she said gently playing with my cock.

She opened the tube and poured some lotion on my cock. Then, she greased my cock with the same gentle moves, making it grow bigger and harder. She then took the pump from the table and gently pushed my erect cock into the plastic tube. My cock filled just a little more than half of the tube. It didn't reach to the bulge that was made to accommodate the head of the cock. She used the pump to start vacuum the air, sucking the blood into my cock. She did it gently, but as my cock grew it started to hurt.

"Ah..." I moaned, but she pumped again.

"Please stop," I begged her.

"I stop when your little cock fills this up," she said and pumped three more time. Eventually, my cock filled the entire tube and she stopped. Then, without saying anything she stood up, and walked out of the room, turning the lights off.

"Ma'am?" I asked, but there was no answer.

"Ma'am... please," I shouted for her, but she didn't say anything.

I stood there in the dark for a long time, tied to the table, with my cock more erect than ever in my life, but prisoner in that plastic tube. Once in a while I shouted for her, but she didn't answer. It took probably about an hour until I heard her footsteps and she returned to me.

"All the good things happen to those who wait," she said, smiling while she sat near me. She grabbed the plastic tube and started to caress is gently. She pressed it, trying to make it mobile, and eventually she removed it from my cock. It felt so good. She put it on the table and grabbed my cock in her hand. She started to stroke it gently, up and down, with the clear intention to jerk me off. She used lotion again to make it easily to stroke. With one hand she caressed my balls, and with the other she played my shaft, especially the head. She did all that almost in slow motion, not rushing at all. The pleasure in my body grew stronger, and I started moaning, but could not move at all.

"You like this?" she asked.

"Yes, ma'am," I answered.

"Do you want me to stop and let you go?" she asked.

I was so turned on and I needed to cum badly. All I wanted was that she finished what she started.

"No! Please make me cum!" I said.

"That's what I thought," she said smiling to me.

In a very short time I had a powerful orgasm and moaned very hard while shooting several loads of cum on her hand and on my belly. She didn't stop, but continued for a while to rub my cock, keeping me moaning. Then, she stopped and took a small towel and cleaned her hand and my cock. At that point I was certain she was going to release me, but instead, to my surprise, she took the pump again and put my cock back in it.

"No, ma'am, please," I cried.

She didn't say anything, just smiled and sucked the air again, hardening my cock again to fill the entire tube. 

"I'll let you go when I know you are ready to go," she said.

Having said that she left again, leaving me in the dark. I shouted a couple of times for her, but she didn't bother to come back. I wondered what she said for some time, but could not figure it out. I spent probably another hour waiting there, and every minute passed like an entire hour. My cock was rock hard under the sucking pressure of the pump. It was only after I lost the sense of time that she came back.

"Please ma'am, let me go," I said the moment she returned.

"Is that all that you have to say she asked?"

"Pleaseee," I begged.

Without saying anything she took a gag from her pocket and put it in my mouth.

"Make me a sign when you're ready to say something meaningful," she said.

After that she took my cock out, with the same patient moves and started to jerk it slowly, not rushing at all. It caressed my cock and balls and rubbed my shaft for almost ten minutes before I had an orgasm again, in a mixture of pleasure and pain. But my torture was not over, for she put the pump back and sucked my cock hard. I desperately moved my head and she leaned to me and removed my gag.

"Please ma'am, I do anything," I begged. "Have mercy!"

"You're on the right track," she said. "But I'll let you meditate on this."

She put the gag back in my mouth and left the room. I was in darkness again and could not shout any more. The only think I could do was, as she said, meditating on what she was expecting from me. All that she did that afternoon and evening was showing dominance, and asking obedience. She liked to have me under her control; her total control. She liked to play with me and humiliate me. I was nothing more than a slave that day. And maybe that was what she expected. Those thoughts were running through my head when she returned, after a while. She run her fingers over my body, until she reached my mouth and removed the gag. I though some deep breaths and she said:

"Anything you want to say?"

"Please ma'am, I beg you," I said. "I do anything you for you. I can pose for you any time... I can be your slave, if that's what you want, just let me go."

"So, you took the time to meditate," she said smiling. "You think you can be my slave?" she asked.

"Yes ma'am," I said.

"Then you should call me Mistress," she said.

"Yes, Mistress," I said.

"And you know what slaves do?" she asked.

"A, yes," I said. "They obey they masters."

"That's right. They obey. They do their master's will."

She run her fingers down on the pump and started to remove it slowly.

"Do you know what my will is, slave?" she asked, stressing on the word slave.

I thought for a moment, and though my body said I could no longer take it, my mind said I should asked her to jerk me again. I was completely under her control. I could do anything she asked.

"I think you want to jerk me off," I said.




Humiliated and Tortured



"And what do you think about this?" she asked looking at me.

"Yes Mistress, please rub my cock."

"You're a good slave," she said.

And she started again to rub my cock, and though it was painful I did my best to resist until the end. But I was moaning all the time and I could clearly see that was satisfying her. She used her both hands to give me a strong hand job and in the end she succeeded to make me cum. She cleaned herself with the towel, and cleaned me too, and then she turned to me and said:

"I think I could let you go now."

"As you wish, Mistress," I said hoping she was not just teasing me.

"Will you be a good slave?" she asked.

"Yes Mistress," I answered. "I'll be your slave. My cock belongs to you."

After saying that she started to remove my restraints and released me after almost four hours of laying tied on that table. I needed to stretch my arms especially, before I could move again. She led me upstairs where I had my cloths and watched me as I was undressing. 

She told me that she was going to call for me once in a while, and I should always answer her calls. And the only think that crossed my mind at that time was that I would always obey. And so ended my first day in the bondage of my Mistress.



Humiliated at Airport Security



Jenna was standing in line to go through security at an airport. She was very excited; she was working through college and had finally saved up enough money for a trip home to see her family and boyfriend. It was a very long line, new security measures had backed the process up so much that there were people winding all the way back to the door. Jenna was not worried though, she was so excited that she arrived at the airport four hours early. She was passing time by talking with a guy from her math class who was right behind her. There were a lot of people from her school in line, all trying to get home.

When Jenna finally got to the head of the line she took off her shoes and belt as instructed and walked through the metal detector. A red light and a beep sounded as she walked through. The security person on the other side, a tall, thin, flat, strict looking woman, named Iris, came up to her and asked her if she had anything in her pockets.

Jenna replied "just my ID, boarding pass and some cash."

The security woman looked even more annoyed as she instructed Jenna to spread her arms and legs so the she could use the wand on her. Jenna did as she was told; the wand went off three times, once over each of her breasts and once over her crotch. 

Jenna blushed; she immediately knew what the issue was. She had just recently gotten three new piercings as a surprise for her boyfriend.

Jenna leaned in and whispered nervously to the Iris "um, I think my, uh, pier-piercings are setting that th-thing off."

The woman suddenly looked less annoyed, she even smiled a little. She motioned two other security personnel over, a large unhappy looking woman, named Marge and a skinny guy with a big smile on his face who looked to be barely out of high school, named Dan.

Iris then said to Jenna in a pleasant but instructing voice "We are going to have to process you, since we cannot be sure the piercings are the only thing setting our machine off. Please spread your arms and legs again, I will need to give you a full pat down."

Jenna did as she was told; the "pat down" was very thorough and made her feel very uncomfortable.

Iris rubbed her hands firmly all over Jenna's body. She paid most attention to a couple areas though. She pressed her hand firmly into Jenna's crotch, and then Iris moved up and rubbed Jenna's young firm breasts.

When this was over Jenna breathed a sigh of relief and said "m-may I go through now?"

Iris replied "sorry, not just yet we have procedure we must follow to ensure nothing unauthorized gets through."

Dan the male security officer then brought a plastic bin over to Jenna as Iris said, with a sinister look "please remove your blouse and slacks and place them in the bin for inspection."

Jenna gaped at her for a moment and finally replied "I cannot do that, there are hundreds of people here and I will be left in my undies!"

"Ma'am we must follow procedure or we cannot let you fly today" said Iris.

Jenna was very worried, if she refused she would miss her flight and it would take her another year to save up the money for another trip. Finally she replied "Ok, I'll do it, but isn't there a private room we can do this in?"

The security woman replied "No, that was deemed unsafe for security personnel, being confined with a possible dangerous individual. Now we do it right here!"

"So now I am expected to strip down to my undies in front of everyone!?" Said Jenna, motioning to the hundreds of people, from children to elderly, waiting in line.

Iris, looking very judgmental, replied "Well ma'am, you are the one who showed up to the airport with metal under your clothes. No one is forcing you to do this; you just cannot fly with us if you are not willing to comply with our rules."

Turning bright red and shaking a little Jenna began unbuttoning her blouse in in full view of everyone around. She kept her eyes on her hands to stop from thinking about all the people watching her strip in the middle of the airport. The crowd was full of murmurs, and curious questions. Once her blouse was unbuttoned and she was pulling it off she began to hear laughter, and shocked expressions mixed in with increased murmuring. She felt the fear and humiliation building and it was making her shiver.  

Jenna got her shirt off, placed it in the bin and started to unbutton her pants when she noticed the first flash, and then another, and another. She looked around to see phones and cameras all over pointing at her! Jenna stopped and snapped nervously at Iris almost in tears "can't you do something about them taking pictures!?"

Iris responded with a wicked grin "We have no right to take their cameras and phones away. THEY didn't do anything wrong." 

Jenna began shaking even more and she felt the tears building in her eyes. She let out a little whimper as she slipped her pants off and put them in the bin with her blouse. 

The crowd was alive with shocked women and cheering men!

Jenna was five foot six inches tall, had a slim waist, perky 34D breasts and perfectly round ass. She was wearing a lacy push up bra that barely covered her nipples, and boy shorts that only covered the top half of her ass before disappearing between her cheeks.

It was like a bad dream, standing there in front of countless people in just her bra and panties! Jenna watched with worry as the Marge picked up the bin and took it around a corner and out of sight. 

Jenna cried out in fear "Where is she taking my clothes?!"

"Don't worry you will get them back after you and your clothes have been cleared" replied Iris.

"Am I not cleared yet? What more do you want from me?" At this Dan snickered as he placed another bin in front of her.

Jenna stared at it wide eyed with fear as she stammered out "y-you c-cannot expect me t-to..." But she was cut off before she could finish.

"Now remove your undergarments and place them in the bin." Instructed Iris with an unpleasant smile on her face.

"N-No, please don't make me do that in front of all these people!" begged Jenna with despair in her voice and tears forming in her eyes.

"It's either that or we turn you away and confiscate the clothes we already have" answered Iris with a sneer.

Jenna looked hopelessly around at all the people. The women were either shocked or amused; they were either laughing and pointing or covering their mouth with shock. The men were all entertained; they were cheering, laughing or shouting crude comments. Children were peeking around mother's hands to get a look at the half naked lady and point in amazement. All around people were taking pictures or videos with cameras and cell phones alike. She even saw her classmates laughing and recording her humiliation! 

Finally she decided she didn't have much of a choice. Blinking away her tears as beat she could and starting with her bra, she undid the hooks in the back. She covered her breasts as best she could with one arm as she slipped off the bra and threw it in the bin with the other. With her free hand she slid her panties down her ass. The crowd of people was going crazy! She picked up her panties with her toes, to keep from bending over, and put them in the bin with her bra covering her crotch with her hand. 

The Marge came back and took her underwear away, down the same hall as the rest of her clothes. 

Jenna watched as her last articles of clothing were taken out of sight, completely inaccessible to her. Suddenly Jenna realized the full weight of her situation; she was completely naked in front of hundreds of people with no way of getting her clothes until she satisfied the demands of this evil security woman. She was shaking so much and breathing so fast she thought she would pass out from humiliation. She had never been so embarrassed in her life!

"I have d-done everything you ask-asked, that other w-woman has loo-looked at all m-my clothes, can I p-please have them b-back now?" Stammered Jenna, she could barely speak from humiliation.

"Your clothes are being cleared right now. Before you can go get them I must clear your body. Now let me inspect those piercings, arms behind your head and legs spread out!" Said Iris as she snapped on a pair of latex gloves.

Jenna started to protest, but realized she had no choice. If she refused now security would confiscate her clothes and deny her access to her flight. She let out a small sob, blinking wildly, trying to hold back her tears. Slowly she placed her hands behind her head, while inching her feet apart, exposing herself to everyone. 

Her breasts were round and perky, the cool temperature in the airport had given her little goose bumps and her pierced nipples were hard and pointing. Her crotch was shaved and her pierced clitoris was clearly visible. 

Camera flashes were going off everywhere and video cameras were recording every inch of her exposed body. 

Jenna turned the most violent shade of red, vainly trying to hide her face and pleaded with Iris, "I am b-begging you, you c-can see I am not dan-dangerous to anyone! Can we p-please go somewhere away f-from all these pe-people?"

"Ma'am I have no way of knowing whether or not you are dangerous just by looking at you. Besides your humiliation is teaching so many people what they can expect if they do not come to the airport prepared." As Iris said this she moved closer to Jenna eying her naked body. "Now let's get your body cleared shall we, so that we can stop holding up all these people? First off let's make sure these perky breasts are not prosthetics meant to hide dangerous objects." Said Iris squeezing Jenna's tits and then pulling her nipples hard "to make sure they're real" she said.

Jenna cried out, a single tear rolling down her cheek, as her nipples were squeezed and pulled.

The people watching gasped and laughed at Jenna's discomfort.

Next Iris thrust her hand between Jenna's legs and said "now let's make sure you don't have anything hidden down here." As she rubbed her fingers around Jenna's exposed pussy she squirmed and whimpered in humiliation. Jenna began squeezing her legs closed little by little.

Iris finally said "this is not working; I need to be able to see what I am doing!" 

She stood up, turned behind Jenna and pushed her shoulders forward, bending Jenna over a desk. She then yanked Jenna's legs wide for a better view. This also gave everyone there a clear view of her tight little pussy. 

The men really enjoyed this, and the women were shocked! Jenna was so embarrassed, she couldn't even think strait. She just buried her face in her hands and tried to drown out the horrible sounds from the crowd. She kept hoping she would wake up and this would all be a dream.

Iris knelt down real low, and to one side behind Jenna, so the crowd of people could get a good view. She used her fingers to spread Jenna's pussy lips wide so that she, and everyone else could get a good look at Jenna's piercing, and much more. While spreading her lips with one hand Iris tugged on the piercing with the other saying "aren't you glad you chose to wear these today?"

Jenna just cried out a little and flinched from the rough handling of her clit piercing.

Then, without warning Iris shoved two fingers deep into Jenna's pussy and said, "Have to make sure you haven't hidden anything in this tight little hole." 

Jenna gasped and squeezed her eyes shut at the feeling of the fingers thrusting into her. Her breathing increased and she whimpered slightly as Iris's fingers probed her quivering pussy. She risked a peak back at the crowd from under her arm and saw a state of panic. People were going wild; some women were now covering their faces or running away, one woman even passed out in line! But what shocked her most was a crowd of girls from her school all laughing pointing, standing behind a high quality camera on a tripod, the kind that can zoom in so close they could probably see, in great detail the fingers shoved deep inside of her. She quickly looked away planting her face in the table again!

After about a couple minutes, Iris pulled her fingers out and said "Well I don't think you have hidden anything in there."

Jenna sighed in relief wiping tears from her cheeks.

Iris spread Jenna's ass cheeks wide with her hands, exposing her anus for all to see. After making sure everyone had time to get a good look and take pictures she took her, still slippery, two fingers and quickly shoved them into Jenna's rear as she said, "we have to check everywhere to make sure you are not transporting anything inside you."

Jenna's body jerked as she cried out from the feeling of Iris shoving her fingers inside her anus. Tears streaked down her eyes as fingers curled and squirmed inside her ass as hundreds of people watched her humiliation. 

Just as it seemed she was about to pull her fingers out Jenna heard a yell from one of the girls in her class "check her anus good! That ass is way to round for a white girl!"

Another girl added "yeah, get in there deep! She must have stuffed it with something!"

Jenna was shocked! How could they be so cruel? Her thoughts were interrupted by the feeling of the security woman driving her fingers in as deep as she could get them in her anus. 

As Iris searched Jenna's ass she said "we must take any threats seriously, those girls might know something we don't!" 

Iris bent and twisted her fingers around inside of Jenna's anus, searching her thoroughly. The group of girls who made the comments were hysterical with laughter, watching the security woman probe poor Jenna's anus mercilessly!

After completely abusing Jenna's anus in front of everyone Iris finally pulled her fingers out and said, "turns out there wasn't anything in their after all. Stay right there we are almost done now."

Jenna shuddered at the feeling of Iris's fingers sliding out her ass. She was so grateful this ordeal was almost over!

Iris got down again, cleaned up Jenna with a paper towel and took a couple of close up pictures of Jenna's clit piercing and a couple pictures of her bent over the desk, then said "stand up straight, put your hands behind your head and spread your legs for me again for one more minute."

Jenna closes her eyes and did what she was told, thinking to herself 'this is almost over, this is almost over, and the worst is behind me.'

Iris then took a close-up photo of both breasts and her clit again; finally she took pictures of Jenna from a few different angles and said "you may relax now. Do you know what we will use the pictures I took for?"

Jenna stood there covering herself up as best she could with her hands. Her cheeks were wet with tears and mascara. She answered in a weak and shaky voice "I-I don't know, c-can I please jus-just have my clothes back now?"

Iris replied "Almost, we are going to make posters of these pictures with advice on what not to wear to the airport and what happens if you do. Then we will post them all over the airport, at travel agents, and on our website to educate future travelers."

"W-what?! You can't do that!" cried Jenna.

"Yes we can! When you purchased your tickets you agreed to our terms. In those terms, if you read them, you would have seen that you agreed to allow us to take photos of you at any phase of your travel and use them however we wish." Said Iris with a cruel but short laugh.

Jenna imagined all the people who would see these humiliating posters: strangers, classmates, friends, family. She didn't know if she would ever go to another airport again. She sobbed a little as tears rolled down her face again and said in a completely defeated voice "please, I beg you just let me have my clothes!"

Iris smiled wide and said "Your clothes and all of your things have been sent to your gate, I must give you these clearance tags to allow you to pass and you can collect them there."

Iris reached into a drawer and pulled out three green streamers with metal clover clamps on them and the word CLEARED spelled out. She clamped a streamer to each of Jenna's nipples and one to her clit just behind the piercings. 

Jenna gasped and whined as the clamps bit down on her nipples and put pressure on her nipple piercings. She cried out and jerked in pain as the clamp crushed down on her clitoris. Iris pulled out another streamer, this one with a large black plug on the end and a much longer streamer. She moved behind Jenna and pushed the plug against Jenna's anus. It would not go in at first but Iris pushed and twisted the plug until Jenna's tight hole finally swallowed up the large bulbous plug.

Jenna moaned and sobbed as Iris was working the plug into her ass and as her ass eventually accepted the widest part of the plug Jenna let out a small scream. The probe slid deep into Jenna's anus, making her feel very full and pushing against her bladder. Jenna had tears streaming down her cheeks, she was shivering with cold and humiliation and she felt like her legs were going to crumple from underneath her.

The crowd was delighted by her appearance, those who stayed. A large amount of women left from embarrassment or fear. 

Iris laughed and said "well you are finally cleared and all you can do is stand there!?"

Jenna responded through her sobs "I-I cannot w-walk all the-the w-way across the air-airport like th-this!"

Iris smiled and said "I would not suggest you walk, because if you are not at your gate in a few minutes your things will be loaded into cargo and you will have to fly to your destination as you are and pick up your things at the baggage claim when you arrive. Oh and if you tamper with any of your streamers or the attachments you will not be authorized to retrieve your belongings."

Jenna just stared in disbelief! How could this be happening to her! Would it ever end! But her thoughts were interrupted by a familiar voice.

"Run Jenna!" yelled one of her classmates as he laughed and pointed his video camera at her.

She jumped a little, whined and took off running. As she ran she could feel the large plug inside her ass moving around inside her occasionally sending an aching feeling through her colon. Her breasts bounced beautifully as the clamps yanked at her tender nipples painfully. The clamp between her legs pulled and bounced between her legs torturing her throbbing clitoris with every stride! The CLEARED streamers trailed from her nipples, clit and anus. All around her women gasped, men cheered, and kids laughed. Some applauded, some took pictures or videos and the occasional few slapped her ass as she ran past. All the while Jenna prayed feverishly that she made it to the gate on time, for on the arrival side her family would be waiting!



Humiliated at an Outlet Mall



A month before my birthday my wife Mel (short for Melanie) hinted she had a special surprise planned. I dislike having a fuss made about my birthday, and even though it was my 30th I expected nothing more than a dinner at a nice restaurant.

Instead, on my birthday my wife and I headed to an outlet mall, a regular activity for us. But this time we drove to a new one, much further away from home. As we parked, my wife said "I know it's your birthday, but today you're also going to give me a present. I want you to promise to do whatever I say, no matter what. If you do, I promise it will be a wonderful birthday."

She had a wonderful, mischievous smile and a pleading twinkle in her eyes. There was no way I could say no to her, so I promised to do whatever she wanted.

Our first store was a Hanes outlet. My wife picked up a pair of lilac-colored panties, and held them up to me. To my horror she said, loudly enough for others to hear, "These will fit you nicely." I blushed a deep red, and looked around us. Sure enough there were some customers who gave me a very strange look. In addition to getting embarrassed, I also started to get excited, and could feel my cock start to stiffen.

As we paid for the panties, the clerk asked Mel if there was anything else she wanted or perhaps something for her husband. Mel replied "Oh, these are for my husband." The clerk looked at me and snickered. "They look like a good color for him." I felt so small, but my excitement continued to grow.

"Do you have somewhere my husband can change into his new panties?" Again, this was loud enough to alert nearby customers who gave me looks of disgust or surprise. The clerk laughed, and said we could use the changing room in the rear. We went to the dressing room, and both went in.

"Take off your underpants and give them to me," Mel ordered. Still a bit in shock, I did what she wanted. She put my old briefs in the bag the panties had been in. She handed me the new panties. They were a smooth microfiber, and very soft. I pulled them up over my hard cock. They pushed it down a little bit. I pulled my pants back on, and we left. On the way out of the room she threw the bag with my briefs in the trash.

On the way out the clerk asked "Did the panties fit your husband?" Mel replied. "Yes, and they are quite pretty on him!" Again, the looks from other customers that showed they knew a sissy when they saw one.

Outside the store Mel turned to me. "I am going to make your deepest fantasy come true today, my sweet. One store at a time, one piece of clothing at a time, I am going to turn you into a sissy, and make sure everybody around us knows your secret. And remember your promise -- you will do whatever I tell you to do. Happy birthday, my sweet. "

Our next stop was a hosiery outlet. As we walked in a young woman introduced herself as Gina, said she was the store owner, and asked if she could help us. My wife said she was looking for pantyhose in a dark purple. Gina asked what size she wore. "Oh, they're not for me, they're for my husband. They need to be purple to match her panties. The clerk showed no surprise, and led us back to a rack of pantyhose. Mel picked out a deep purple pair and asked the clerk if there was somewhere we could use so I could put them on.

"We don't have a changing room, but you can use our back room, as long as I can watch." Now it was Mel's turn to be surprised. "Oh, I keep my boyfriend in at least panties all the time. I love watching boys become sissies."

We all went into the back room and my wife handed me the hose. Gina then took over. "Shoes, socks and pants off, now, sissy!" I obeyed without even looking at my wife. I stood there in my panties. Gina commented on how nice my panties looked on me, and how it was clear I was a true sissy. "Put the hose on now, sissy!" As I rolled the hose up to the toes before putting them on, Gina said, "Oh, somebody has worn pantyhose before!" Mel said yes, but this would be the first time in public. Gina said it was a shame to hide them under my pants, and Mel told her that by the end of the day there would be no more pants.

"Oh, please come back at the end of the day. I have to see him in his full sissy outfit!" Mel agreed, and we were off to the next store. This time it was a Maidenform outlet.

We went up to a store clerk named Valerie, and my wife asked her "My husband is wearing purple panties and pantyhose. Do you have a purple bra with a lot of padding?" Valerie was quite taken aback, but regained her composure after looking down at my feet. Seeing the pantyhose, she knew she wasn't being pranked. "What size, Ma'am?" she asked, addressing me. "40" I replied. We walked over to a rack marked "full coverage." Valerie picked out a light purple bra, very heavily padded, and handed it to me. Mel told me to hold it to my chest up so she could see the size. Valerie looked away, clearly not comfortable. An older woman a few feet away started laughing. I felt so embarrassed, which only increased my excitement.

After Mel paid for the bra, she asked Valerie if there was somewhere I could use to put the bra on. Valerie mumbled something about "employees only" and turned away from us, clearly hoping we'd leave, so we did.

Outside the Maindenform store, Mel dragged me by the hand to a near-by men's room. She handed me the bag, which clearly said Maindenform on it, and told me "Go into the restroom, and put it on now. If there's a stall available you can use it, if not do it in the open. If you're not out in 90 seconds I will come in there and ask you if you've put your bra on yet. "

For a moment my fear started to overwhelm me, but Mel yelled "Now!" I went in and was happy to find an open stall. I took off my shirt and quickly slipped the bra on. When I put my shirt back on the padding of the bra stood out, and it looked like I had breasts under my shirt. Even worse, it clearly showed through my white button-down shirt. I made it outside just as Mel was about to come in.

Our next stop was a Payless shoe store. Mel went up to a young, tall black man working there. Checking out his name tag, she said "Hello, Adam. My husband is looking for a black heel, size 12. Do you have that size?"

Adam looked me up and down, lingering on my chest and pant bottoms. "Why, yes, we do. I'd love to help you" he said looking directly at me. "Please have a seat here." I sat where he indicated, and a few minutes later he came back with several pairs of shoes. He sat down on a small stool and removed my shoes. I started to get uncomfortable, and it soon got worse. "I love the purple! Stockings or pantyhose?" While he was asking he was massaging my feet and moving his hands up the bottom of my legs. "Pantyhose" I whispered.

"Pity," he said. "Stockings are so much nicer" He pulled out a pair of stilettos with a very high heel. "Try to walk in these." I started to object, but Mel said "Walk around, dear!" I stood up and was quite wobbly. As I walked a few strides back and forth Adam said to Mel "See how they accentuate his ass?" Mel smiled, and agreed. "But I want him to be able to walk around today, and I don't think he's quite ready for the streetwalker look. Not yet, at least. "

I took my seat in front of Adam, and as he slipped the stilettos off me he again rubbed up my leg, further than he had before. I have to admit I was as hard as a rock now. The feel of hands rubbing my hose-encased legs was getting me really hot.

Adam slipped a pair of more conservative pumps with a reasonable heel onto my feet. Without being told to do so I got up and walked around with them on. I was able to handle these easily. As I turned to Mel and Adam, my wife pointed to my crotch. My erection was clearly straining my slacks. Adam smiled broadly, and asked "Is it the shoes or the salesman?" "A bit of both I bet," Mel laughed. "We'll take this pair." I started to take the pumps off, but Mel stopped me. "Oh, no, sweetie. Those are your shoes for the rest of the day."

I started to protest. "Wearing lingerie is one thing, dear, but with these shoes..."

"Yes. Everyone will know what a sissy you truly are, my dear. "

Adam reached into his pocket and brought out a business card. The handed it to me, and as I accepted it he took my hand with both of his, kissed me on the cheek, and said "If there's anything" I can do for you, please call me, sweetie."

Only as we walked out of Payless did I realize how much attention I'd drawn. People were pointing and laughing as I walked out in male slacks, a shirt with an obvious bra underneath, high heels and my purple hose now even more visible. But by this time I was reveling in my public outing. Far from trying to rush out unnoticed I swished my ass as I walked in new heels. Mel took my hand and kissed my cheek. "Now, there's a good sissy!"

Our next stop was a dress store. We had barely walked in when an older gentleman with a 'manager' tag came up to us. "I'm afraid we'll have to ask you to leave. We do not cater to your type."

"And what type is that?" I asked?

"Fags."

I stepped up closer to him and whispered, "So if you and I went in the back room now you wouldn't let me suck your cock?" I thought he was going to have a heart attack as he sputtered something about calling security. Mel and I joined arms, laughing as we walked out. I gave an extra vigorous shake to my ass as we exited.

Our next stop was Lane Bryant. In contrast to the last store, we were practically pounced on by an older sales lady named Amelia. When my wife asked if it were okay if we shopped for a dress for me, including trying them on, Amelia whispered to us. "Our sales would be cut in half if we it weren't for crossdressers. But few of them come in with male clothes and high heels."

In a louder voice, Amelia asked me my name. When I hesitated, Mel introduced me as Willow. "Such a lovely name" said Amelia. "What are we shopping for today?

Since Mel was the one with the plan, she spoke up. "Today is Willow's birthday, and we're looking for a special dress. Her lingerie and pantyhose are purple, her heels are black. So what would you recommend?"

"Well, are you looking for a more formal party look? Or a fun, daytime frock?"

"Oh, a fun one she can wear now" Mel replied. Amelia smiled.

She walked us over to a rack of shorter dresses with flared bottoms. She pulled down a white dress covered with a purple floral print. It had a black sash that tied into a bow. "Here, try this one on."

"Can I?" I asked.

Amelia smiled again, and led us over to a dressing room that was in a different space than the others. "This is technically a staff dressing room, but we also use it for the men bold enough to try on dresses here. "

Mel came in the dressing room with me. "Strip now, Willow!" I took off my slacks and shirt, and Mel helped me put the dress on over my head. It fit perfectly, tight at the waist and swirling out at the bottom. It was a bit short, coming to mid-thigh, but in the heels and hose my legs looked great The padding in the bra made it look like I had tits, albeit small ones. I spun around, making it twirl.

"How does it feel, sissy? How does it feel being dressed like a girl and being publicly seen as a sissy crossdresser?" asked Mel.

"I love it. The only thing missing is long hair." My own hair was longish for a man, but it was still a man's hair style.

"Ah, but that's part of the plan. I don't want you to pass as a girl. I want everybody we see today to know you're a man in a dress. "She reached under my dress and started rubbing my cock. "Adam certainly didn't mind, did he? I bet he would love to see you now, and maybe have his hand where my hand is now. Would you like that?"

"Mmmm" was all I could say as she kept rubbing me through my panties. I felt like I was about to cum when she stopped rubbing, and straightened out my dress. It took me a few moments to regain my composure and be able to walk.

We left the dressing room and Amelia smiled at me. "Lovely!" she said. "Will there be anything else today?"

Mel picked up a pink clutch purse. "She'll need something to keep her wallet and lipstick in." I looked at Mel "I don't have any lipstick." She pulled one from her own purse, and promptly did my lips in a bright red. "There, dearie, you do now!"

Mel also picked a short necklace with large pearl-colored beads and put it around my neck.

Amelia rang up our purchases, and took my email so I could get their special deals. She put her business card in the purse before handing it to me. "Happy Birthday, Willow" she said as she handed the purse to me.

I walked out of the store with Mel, the first time I'd been in public in a dress. In my fantasies I'd been able to pass, but here I was clearly a man in a dress, hose and heels. We walked back to the car to put my male clothes in the trunk, and then headed back to the stores. Along the way I received a lot of sarcastic wolf calls, and a lot of name calling. Teenagers were the worst. They called me "fag" and sissy." And each time they did I smiled at them, blew a kiss to the boys, or twirled so my dress flared out.

I thought we'd go to more women's clothing stores. Instead we headed to a hardware store. The staff and customers laughed at me. Mel made me ask if they had any "industrial size vibrators." One man replied "Yeah, I guess you've had so many cocks in there that it would take a dildo the size of an aerosol can to fill you up, huh?" Mel whispered in my ear, and I curtsied to him, and said "Yes, sir." The salesman said "Mine's big enough, but I keep mine for women, not fags. Maybe your wife would like a go at it? How about it honey -- fancy a real man's cock?" Mel licked her lips while looking at him and said "I'll give it a thought, stud! But we're not done shopping for my sissy here."

As we started out of the store an older man followed us. "Excuse me, miss." Mel and I both turned to him, but he was only looking at me. "Perhaps you'd like to join me in the men's room? I could really use a nice blow job right now." This made Mel howl in laughter, and me turn the brightest red I'd achieved that day. "I'm sorry, sir, but I'm not gay." He laughed, "Yeah, right." And Mel added "Yes, he's straight. Well so far, at least."

He walked away laughing, and I asked Mel "So far?" "Well," she replied, "I saw the bulge in his pants, Believe me, it wasn't worth your effort. But who knows where the day will end, eh? But now it's time to head back to Gina. We promised her she could see you in all your sissy glory."

We went back to the hosiery store, but didn't see Mel. A tall, wide-shouldered girl asked if she could help us. Interestingly she made no special notice of me. There was something about her voice that was deeper than I expected. She was wearing a tight green knit dress and it was clear she was wearing Spanx or some other foundational garment. Her hose were white, as were her heels. Her breasts were very large, straining at the knit of the dress. Her hair was short, black and done in a page boy style.

We asked for Gina, and this girl said "She'll be back in a minute. I cover for her when she needs a break. My name is Randi." "Randi with an i?" Mel asked.

"Well, actually, it's Randall. I'm Gina's boyfriend."

My mouth dropped open. Randall, er ,Randi, was very passable, though she had some manly characteristics. And her makeup was flawless.

"Gina told me another sissy might come by. I'm assuming it was you. She didn't give me your name, but she told me to give you a proper greeting. "With that Randi came up and kissed me on the cheek. It was a lingering kiss, with just a hint of tongue. My cock started reaching maximum hardness again.

"I'm Willow," I said in a low soft voice, almost out of breath from excitement. Mel said "Greet her properly, Willow." I kissed her on the cheek in a similar manner, and she put her arms around me, pulling me closer. The next thing I knew she was kissing me on the lips, and hugging me tight as I kissed her back.

"Randi!" Gina came in through the front door, and did not look happy. "I leave you here to mind the store and 5 minutes later you're sucking face with another sissy? That will require some action on my part!" She closed and locked the store door, and hung a sign that said the store was closed for the day.

"In the back room now, both of you!" Gina yelled. I looked at Mel, who said "You're just as guilty as Randi, Willow. I think that from now on you need to obey Miss Gina." Mel had a huge smile as she pointed to the back room.

I followed Randi back. She sat on a couch, back straight and knees together. Gina pointed to a spot at the end other end of the couch, and I sat down in a similar posture.

"Now, Willow, I must say you make a very nice sissy. And clearly you're not concerned about letting people knowing you are one. Randi at least tries to pass, but you - well clearly you've been trolling for gay men today, am I right?"

Before I could answer Mel told her about Adam at the shoe store, my "offer" to the homophobic dress store manager, and the old man who propositioned me. "As I thought. Well, Randi has been fairly straight till now, at least in practice. But I have noticed her looking at men's asses and crotches. And to say she's been flirting with Adam would be an understatement. Isn't that true, Randi?" Randi dropped her face, nodded, and let out a very feminine giggle.

"So I guess if I hadn't walked in on you and Willow you'd have started sucking her off right in the store?" Randi again nodded and giggled.

"And you, Willow. Would you have been fucking Randi over one of the display tables?"

I started to deny it, but Gina cut me off. "I don't believe you for a second. I can tell by the way you're dressed you're nothing but a slut for cock. Lift your dress now!"

I did as she ordered, and my cock was very hard, straining through my purple panties and the pantyhose. "Just as I thought" Gina said. "Take that cock out now!" I did as she ordered. "Not a bad cock for a sissy. But I'm sure Mel could do better."

"Now, since Randi looks more like a girl, with those huge tits, I think she should get first crack as the one sucking." Without another word from Gina Randi was on her knees in front of me. She licked the head of my cock, and then ran her tongue up and down the shaft. While she was doing this her hands were all over my body. They reached up and grabbed my breasts, massaging them. Randi then took my cock slowly into her mouth, going all the way down and taking it completely in her mouth. Then up and down, up and down she went. This was one of the best blow jobs I'd ever had. I was trying hard as I could not to cum.

"Smile, Willow" said Mel. I looked over at her and had two surprises. One, she was filming this on her phone. And second, Gina was standing behind her, caressing her breasts and kissing her neck. "Keep looking at the camera, my dear!"

These two shocks pushed my orgasm back a bit. But Randi's expert ministrations brought me back to the edge, and then Randi grabbed my nipples hard. She squeezed them as tightly as she could through the dress and bra. That was all I could take, and I exploded into her mouth with a huge amount of cum.

"Don't swallow," Gina ordered. "Make sure you share it with Willow!" Randi stood up and leaned over me so her face was above mine. I knew what to do, and I opened my mouth. Randi opened hers, and let my cum drip from her mouth into mine. "Now swallow, both of you!"

Mel stopped filming and took off her top. Her magnificent tits were on full display in a black lace bra. Having cum so hard, I was surprised to find I was still hard and still horny, and seeing Mel's breasts certainly helped.

Gina walked over to Randi, and lifted her dress up and off. As I'd guessed, Randi was wearing a full girdle, in white. Her white stockings were clipped to the bottom of the girdle. Gina reached into the top of the girdle and removed two large breast forms. She motioned for me to stand up. When I did, she reached inside my bra and inserted the breasts.




Humiliated at an Outlet Mall



"You still look like a sissy more than a girl, but at least now you have decent tits. So I guess it's your turn to take some cock." Randi unhooked her stocking from the girdle, and pulled the girdle up to expose her white panties. Straining the panties was a very nice cock. Longer than mine, if not as thick.

I looked over at Mel, and she had hiked up her skirt, exposing her soaking wet panties. She gave the phone to Gina. "Please take over the filming. I have to cum too, and I want to watch my sissy husband take her first cock while I do. "Gina took the phone, and turned around to a filing cabinet. She took out a very realistic cock-shaped dildo. She handed it to Mel "Here. This is what Randi practiced on. It's a good 8 inches, so it may be too big for you if you're only used to Willow's cock."

Mel smiled and slowly pushed all 8 inches into her pussy. I could tell by her shudder that this was her first orgasm, and I knew there would be more as she began to slowly move it in and out.

Randi stood over me and stroked her cock in front of my face. I copied her moves from earlier. I kissed the head of her cock, and then licked the shaft. I tried to take it all in, but it was too long for me. I went up and down and took the cock in and out, nearly gagging several times. Then Randi grabbed the back of my head and started to fuck my face. Faster and faster, ignoring the trouble I was having taking the shaft. As her breathing quickened and her body tensed up, Gina told her to pull out of my mouth, and as she did she let loose a load of cum onto my face. Randi grabbed her cock as it continued to erupt and aimed it so all of it ended up on my face.

"Smile for the camera, Willow." I turned my cum-filled face to Gina and her camera. Just then Mel let out a huge moan, and we all turned toward her (Gina kept filming). With the dildo fully embedded in her pussy, Mel was cumming over and over. While we watched her in the throes of her orgasms, Randi brought his finger to my face and wiped off some of his cum. He licked the first load off his finger, and then repeated the process, feeding me the next load. I licked his finger, sucking it in as though it were a cock.

When Mel had stopped cumming and was calming down, she threw her panties to me. "Wipe off your face, Willow. You can then keep those as a reminder of your first time with a cock in your mouth. But I doubt it will be your last, dear!"

Gina said "Well, since I'm the only one not to cum yet, I guess I have the privilege of directing our next set of activities."

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This is an original story by Willow Melody. Do not repost.



Humiliated at My Son's Party



This story came out a lot more perverted than I really expected, but I decided to share it anyway. Please bear in mind that this is fiction, all those portrayed are over 18, and if you don't enjoy it, remember that I didn't exactly force you to read it. Hopefully you do enjoy it though.

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I was glad that Sarah had agreed to go to the conference with me. We'd been married for nearly 19 years and never seemed to go anywhere alone together any more. I was also surprised that she had agreed, as she had to know that for the most part she would be bored out of her skull, so maybe she was thinking along the same lines, and I was glad because she seemed to have lost interest in sex lately. And it wasn't as if it was far away, barely a five hour drive in fact, and my company offered to pay for the hotel room, so I thought we might as well take advantage.

We packed enough stuff for the overnight stay. We'd agreed to let out 18 year old son, Brent, have some friends stay over, on the condition that there were no girls. I was a little tentative when the first of them began turning up just as we were leaving, as I had only counted on one or two friends, but Sarah said we could trust him. 

I wasn't so convinced; I had noticed that Brent was becoming, well, not exactly rebellious towards me, but perhaps a little flippant and dismissive, especially at times like this when I tried to lay down any rules. But I reasoned that it was to be expected in a young man his age, and there was no way I was going to miss a night of randy hotel sex with my wife over this, so we got in the car and off we went, leaving the house at the mercy of the band of loud, energetic teenagers. 

As it turned out, I might as well have insisted on staying. A group of guys from our office headed to the hotel bar following last assembly of the day, and, being the macho (so we liked to think), overly-competitive guys that we are, we proceeded to attempt to drink each other under the table. I didn't even realise how much I'd drunk, or how late it was, until I got a very short text message from Sarah a few hours later just saying, 'Where the fuck are you?'

I don't really remember much of the evening after that. I vaguely remembered throwing up on the floor of the hotel room once, maybe twice, but the rest of it was a blur. When I finally awoke in the morning, with a pounding headache, I was alone in the room with an angry note from Sarah informing me that she'd never been so embarrassed, having to call room service to clean up her 40 year old drunk husband's puke from the hotel room carpet, and that she was getting a cab home. A couple of Advil were pointedly taped to the note.

I had to spend the second half of the conference with a thundering hangover, pining for the night of hot sex I'd totally blown, and desperately thinking of ways to make it up to Sarah. By the time I clambered into the car at 5.30pm, I hadn't come up with anything, resolved to the fact that I was going to have to face the music and plead for forgiveness, especially if I wanted to have sex ever again.

When I pulled up outside our house a few hours later about 9.30pm, I couldn't get onto the driveway as there were already several cars parked there, which I recognized as belonging to some of my son's friends. The party was only supposed to be for one night, as far as I knew, and I also presumed that Sarah was back, so the presence of the cars confused me. It was possible she had gone to her mom's or a friend's house and Brent and his friends had decided to stretch out the party, though he had to know we were due back about now.

I was going to walk right in through the door, but something told me that I should get the lay of the land first, partly to find out whether my wife was actually home, and also to find out exactly what sort of teenage post-party hell I was walking into. I felt a tad guilty, peeping through the windows of my own house to spy on my wife and our son, but I rationalised it as just a quick check to see what I was in for. 

I walked as quietly as I could up to the lounge window and peeped through the window. The light were on and the curtains were open a crack, and I could see there were a couple of guys either passed out or zoned out on the couch or on the floor, all of them only half-dressed, every available flat surface covered in beer cans, beer bottles, and even one or two bottles of spirits, not to mention the ornate bong perched on the coffee table for all the world to see. But there were only about two or three guys there, and no sign of my son, so, though I frowned at the fact that my 18 year old son and his friends were drinking heavily and smoking pot, essentially confirming my misgivings of the day before, I moved around the side of the house, where I could see the lights were on in the master bedroom. 

Well, I couldn't really have predicted what I saw, not in a million years.

The curtains were more open here, giving me a good view of the whole room, and when I looked inside I was initially shocked by the crowd of boys I saw, angry that they'd invaded our privacy, but that was nothing to what I felt when I took in the rest of the scene.

On the bed, naked from the waist down was my wife Sarah, her big boobs exposed and bouncing around. She was lying on her back, her legs wrapped around the waist of my son's best friend, Tom, his tight pint-sized butt rising and falling smoothly and fluidly as he pounded his 18 year old dick into her snatch missionary style. Off to the side, watching the events very intently and with apparently great enjoyment, sat Brent, our son, ardently jacking a truly massive slab of teen meat as his bud fucked his mom right in front of him like it was most natural thing in the world.

I was paralyzed by the sight, my entire body frozen in place, my mind too it seemed, as all I could do was stare soundlessly in disbelief. I wanted to scream out loud, to crash through the window and tear Brent, Tom and their smirking, cat-calling friends limb from limb. How could Sarah do this to me, cuckold me with another guy, a guy who was still practically a kid no less, while our son and all his friends looked on in admiration? I should have been ranting and raging until the sky fell, or at least crumpled on the ground, sobbing broken-heartedly. But I didn't. Partly because I was still in shock, but mostly because my dick talked me out of it.

In spite of my inner turmoil, I suddenly realised that my cock was rock hard in my pants, the tent poking up against the wall of our house as I watched my wife get well and truly laid by a teenager speaking volumes about what I really felt beneath the feelings of shock and anger, which seemed suddenly superficial.

I ducked my head down closer to the windowsill, for fear of being seen, my eyes wide as I watched the disturbingly hot scene continue before my eyes, my breath short and my heart racing, my hips moving slowly so that my confined erection rubbed pleasurably against the smooth wooden boards beneath the window. I took a quick look around behind me to make sure nobody was about, but the house next door was dark and silent, and nobody would be able to see me from the street, even if it had been broad daylight out. Having ensured that I wasn't likely to get caught in the act, not immediately anyhow, I eagerly turned my eyes back to the window.

I couldn't help but admire Tom's energy as he pumped his hips up and down into Sarah. Even through the double-glazed windows I could hear the boisterous cheers and whoops and raucous encouragement from the other boys, and I imagined the smell to be akin to that of a high school locker room, all cheap deodorant, a little bit of aftershave, and that funk of raw testosterone and teenage hormones permeating the air, combined with the heady funk of hardcore raunchy sex.

The boys were all shirtless to a man, several wearing baseball caps, a couple of them still in their board shorts and socks, the rest either stripped to their boxer briefs or naked altogether. They were all built along the same lines; smooth, tight, rippling muscles, some a little more beefy, others more lean, all displaying annoyingly large erections for their age. Most, if not all, were easily bigger than my measly 4.5 inches, and my own son was definitely in the top two in terms of length, and pretty thick too. 

I wondered absently where in the family he got that from; certainly not from me. Then I remembered the huge bulge in my father's pants that intimidated me so whenever we met, and I felt a little shred of my manhood shrivel and die inside me as I gazed enviously at my son's proud cock, more than double the size of mine, which was straining harder and harder in my pants by the minute. I didn't think I'd been so hard since I was 18 myself.

A couple of minutes of watching later I saw Tom slam himself to the hilt in my wife's pussy and I heard him holler out loud that he was cumming, before his breathless voice was drowned by the roars and cheers of his comrades. He thrust and twitched for a few moments before his taut body finally sagged in exhaustion, the sweat dripping from his smooth muscles as he pushed himself up and back, giving me a side-on view of his dripping erection, still hard as an iron bar by the looks of it, clearly the biggest of the group length-wise, but the shaft was much thinner than Brent's. Through all the turmoil in my mind over what I was watching, I felt a small glow of pride at my son, which suddenly turned back to disbelief as I saw him stand, swagger over to where his mom lay prone on the bed, her pussy leaking copious globs of jism onto the linen sheets, swaying his hips as he walked so that his huge bone swung dangerously in front of him, got into a kneeling position on the mattress by her head, and began feeding his bone into her wide open mouth, my wife sucking her son's cock into her throat with apparent relish.

The raucous cheering of the boys in the room reached a fever pitch as they watched Brent get deep slurpy head from his mom, and one of the sitting boys - I think he was called Liam - stood up and laid down on the bed beside her, hands behind his back, his towering cock arching over his washboard stomach as I saw him mouth something to my wife as she pumped her mouth down on the first five inches of Brent's cock. 

I saw her nod to what Liam was saying, and then she extracted our son's cock from her mouth and got to her knees. The boys cheered even louder and began chanting and whooping as Sarah swung her leg over to straddle the boy, her hand playing with his leaking cock as he beamed eagerly up at her, one hand coming out from behind his head to fondle one of her heaving breasts, and then she shuffled forward so that he was pressed against her labia, teased him a little, and then she lowered herself down, her pussy accepting his entire length inside her in one go.

Was cock was still straining as I watched, open mouthed, as Sarah ground herself into the boy's lap, her cunt hugging his erection snugly, gyrating her curvy hips around, and then she started to ride him passionately, her large tits heaving up and down as she bounced, the watching boys chanting, "Cowgirl, cowgirl, cowgirl!" 

This continued for a few minutes, until Liam apparently got tired of being the passive party and began thrusting up into her insistently, and Sarah rose up on her knees to support herself as the boy began to power fuck up into her with blinding speed, causing her to throw her head back and squeal out loud, her throat emitting the sort of sounds I had never heard her make while in bed with me.

As this was happening Brent was also apparently becoming bored kneeling on the sidelines jacking off while his friend got all the action. As Sarah threw her head back again, her mouth opening and closing soundlessly as the boy beneath her rammed her like a diesel engine, I saw my son get to his feet on the mattress, set himself astride Liam's chest and push his boner in his mom's face, upon which she eagerly slurped it back into her mouth with apparent relish, his fat cream-filled balls slapping against her chin as he took advantage of the better position to force himself in to the root. 

My wife gagged a couple of times around our son's thick shaft, but other than that she had no obvious trouble with the intrusion, not even when he began to fuck her face, his rock hard abs bumping into her forehead as he rapidly pumped his hips back and forth, his strong hands holding her head still. Everything about their demeanour suggested this was not the first time such inappropriate activities had taken place between the two of them.

Then, just as I thought I could take no more, I saw another boy stand up, whip off his underwear with a showman's flourish and swagger over to the bed to turn the threesome into a foursome. For a moment I was confused as to where he was going to fit himself in, though at the back of my mind I already knew perfectly well.

Sure enough, the boy, whose name I didn't know, crawled up so that he was kneeled behind Sarah, lined up his long, slim cock, and pushed it up her ass in one long, smooth motion.

I saw Sarah go rigid, her eyes flying open and rolling up into her head. She jerked a few times and I realised with a thrill that the brazen force of the penetration had made her cum, hard, by the looks of it. Brent and Liam never relented their assault on her mouth and cunt; if anything they increased the intensity of their fucking.

The new contended held himself still for a moment as my wife orgasmed, then began to dick her ass with long smooth strokes, bringing his hands around to grasp her body just below her beasts, increasing the speed of his strokes steadily until he had matched the ferocity of the other two, the sound of flesh slapping wetly against flesh now audible to me even over the sound of the spectating boys, who were now chanting "DP, DP, DP!"

I marvelled at the energy and sheer unadulterated stamina of the three boys as the triple pounding of my wife went on and on and on, the minutes seeming to stretch into hours and still they rammed her like wild animals, never losing pace or that maniacal speed, Sarah's body flopping around between them like a ragdoll, her weight largely supported by their pounding cocks in her every available orifice.

Finally, I saw Brent throw his head back, his body tensing, every muscle standing out in relief as he filled him mom's stomach with his seed. Moments later, I saw the other two also tense, the unknown boy driving himself as far as he would go as he went rigid, his body jerking as he unleashed the contents of his balls into my wife's ass. Liam didn't stop and I saw him grimace wildly as he fucked through his orgasm like a man possessed, his copious teen load spurting out onto his hairless stomach, the juices churned up by his thundering cock like whipped cream.

It was too much for me. I gripped my cock to try and stop the inevitable, but it was too late; the sight of the three powerful superior teenagers, each one of them alone ten times the man I had ever been, brutally inseminating my darling wife - who would, had it not been for my excesses last night, have been riding my own cock with hopefully half the appetite I had seen her display tonight - pushed me over the edge. I couldn't silence my desperate moans as I collapsed on the grass, my cock filling my underwear with my own load, soaking through my slacks to form a big wet patch. I continued to grunt and moan as I jerked and twitched, overcome by the throes of orgasm, the scenes I had witnessed through the window in the past half hour racing across my mind's eye like a fast movie reel.

After a couple of minutes, as I was lying panting and practically sobbing on my back on the gravel, I heard footsteps crunching towards me. I turned my head in alarm, wondering who it was who caught me. If it was any of the neighbours or, god forbid, a cop, then I was toast. My reputation in the neighbourhood would be mud.

But it was Brent. He stood over me like a giant, his hands on his hips, the sweat still glinting on his bare chest, his baggy shorts tenting menacingly, smirking down at me like the cat that caught the canary.

"Enjoy the show, dad?"

There were suddenly other footsteps, and the next second I was being dragged to my feet, then the bedroom window had been flung open, and the strong hands that were holding me were bundling me through it, so that I fell to the carpeted floor with a dazed thump. 

The eyes of all the boys were on me, and I suddenly felt an inch high, though I was old enough to be any of their dads. They were all grinning at me with no shred of contrition or guilt, and I heard a few poorly stifled sniggers ripple among them. I looked down and saw the spreading stain in my grey slacks and turned bright red, dropping my eyes to the floor in shame as the mocking laughter grew louder.

"Well, Stanley, I hope this teaches you a well-earned lesson about the evils of drinking to excess!" I heard from the bed, and raised my head to meet the cold hard eyes of my wife, glaring down at me with grim satisfaction. Even with jizz dripping down her chin, and onto the bed from her ass and cunt, I couldn't bring myself to hold her gaze for long, and I dropped my eyes to the floor again, feeling utterly wretched and worthless. 

"Well now that he knows our secret, mom, it looks to me like he wouldn't mind joining in!"

I looked up again to see Brent and the two other boys from outside re-entering the room from the hall, my son still flashing his sneering, shit-eating smirk. The tent in his shorts didn't seem to have gone down at all, and I found my eyes following it, as though hypnotized. How had I failed to notice how big he was growing down there?

"Yes, I agree, sweetie," Sarah said decisively from the bed. "Stanley, come up here. Now."

Some dormant submissive programming somewhere inside me flicked on like a light bulb, and I found myself crawling across the carpet to the bed at my wife's directed order. I heard the laughter from the boys growing louder. 

"Stand up," Sarah barked like a drill sergeant, making me jump. "And take your clothes off. All of them."

I did as I was told, my face burning even redder as I heard the boys burst into ribald laughter at the sight of my pitiful pin-dick, which was already treacherously hard again. I glanced over and saw them pointing at my crotch, still wet from my hands-free orgasm, practically rolling on the floor with gleeful mirth, and I felt yet more of what manhood I still possessed shrivel up inside me. I must've been smaller when hard than some of them were when soft.

"Now, listen; I've been fucked by all these boys multiple times since I got home last night, better than I have been in all my nineteen years of sharing my bed with you, at least until our son was old enough to take over those duties from you. I was fully prepared to give you one last chance to fuck me good and properly last night after the conference - though I had no intention of giving up Brent's huge cock - but you chose to drink to the point that you couldn't even go for a shit by yourself, let alone get that ridiculous little thing hard. I clearly put WAY too much confidence in you. But I will say one thing; the only thing these boys can't do better than you is eat pussy." 

I looked up at her, pleadingly, as the laughter burst out again, but Sarah's eyes flashed and I dropped my eyes again at once. 

"Get on the bed and lie back." She directed, and I found myself practically scrambling to obey, to the great merriment of the boys. My wife maneuvered me so that my head was at the foot of the bed facing the onlooking boys. "Since these boys have been good enough to give you a display of how real men treat women like me in bed, I think it's your turn to give them a demonstration in turn. Now I have them it's all you're really good for any more. Watch closely, boys!"




Humiliated at My Son's Party



I looked up as she swung her legs over me so that she was straddling my head, her ripe, gooey cunt directly overhead. I noticed that she had shaved recently, and I squirmed at the realisation that it was probably intended for my benefit last night. But I had fucked up, and her freshly shaved pussy had instead been enjoyed by our son and his band of friends. 

"Now, Stanley, I want you to go to town on this pussy like your life depends on it." Sarah said instructively as she lowered herself down onto my face, her ass facing the room. "Show these boys how a wimpy, pathetic cuckold services his wife."

What could I do but obey? As her gaping snatch pressed against my mouth, the laughter and jeers of the boys ringing in my ears, I extended my tongue to lap gently at the lips of her labia and her clit. I heard her gasp above me as I teased the folds of flesh, and as always she began to get wetter, the scent of her sex overpowering my senses. As I dug deeper with my tongue, her weight pushing my face ever deeper into her muff, I heard her grunt, and my wide open mouth was suddenly filled with a glob of gooey, tangy fluid.

I swallowed it dutifully down even as I realised that she was feeding me the god-knows-how-many loads of the boys' spunk she was holding up inside her, but I felt oddly floaty and disconnected as the flow increased to a steady trickle, her sweet womanly nectar infused with the fresh zesty flavour of potent teenage spooge. 

The boys were cheering and roaring with laughter like they were at a wrestling match as my wife ground her crotch into my face, and I knew that even over the noise they could hear my enthusiastic slurps as I munched on her pussy. The flavour of the juices spilling out of her was overwhelming and I sucked and tongued her more and more fervently, trying to get more of it, like trying to lick the last of a tasty sauce from a jar when you tongue isn't quite long enough. My cock was rampant against my belly, and I wondered if the humiliation combined with the flavour of my wife's cum dump was going to make me cum involuntarily again.

A shadow suddenly fell over me and I looked up to see my son towering over me like a god, fully naked, his majestic cock rising from his crotch like a rocket ready to launch. His youthful familiar face was twisted with a malevolent leer as he looked down at me, watching me drink the cum loads from him and his buddies from his mother's pussy like it was the fountain of youth.

"Here dad!" he sneered. "Let me help you with that."

He swung a foot up onto the bed, so that our audience could still see the perverted act going on between my wife's legs, his fat balls resting heavily on my forehead, lined himself up, and rammed his huge rod all the way into the cunt he had slid out of eighteen years ago with a vulgar squelch. The underside of his cock glided across my burrowing tongue, and before I even knew what was happening I was licking my son's heavy, sweaty balls, so much bigger than mine.

"HA! Yeah dad, suck on my balls!" He hollered, giving his watching friends a rowdy 'rock-on' hand sign. He wiggled his hips around, sloshing his cock around inside his mom like he was drilling for oil, and then he quickly yanked himself back out. A torrent of slime gushed out of her, and into my waiting mouth. I gagged for a moment but then began to guzzle the juice down, no longer really caring about the jeers and cat-calls the boys were throwing at me.

As the torrent began to reduce again Brent once more lined himself up and slid into Sarah, claiming his mom's snatch, and then pulled out to let another gusher rain out into my face. Then he slammed in again, and began to pound her hard, holding tight to her hips so that her cunt remained over my face as he fucked more and more of the spunk out of her into my wide open mouth, my tongue extended to catch any stray drops, his balls bashing into my forehead.

As the torrent began to subside, and I began to realise that I'd swallowed down all the pent up cum she had to feed me, Brent slowed down too, before carefully withdrawing his rod from his mom, causing the slime-covered helmet to drag across my tongue.

"Ooh year dad, that feels good!" my son grunted as he rubbed back and forth across my tongue, which for some reason I hadn't retracted, keeping it stuck out to slurp the last of my mistress's pussy juices.

He did this a few more times, the watching boys howling with laughter, raising cries of 'faggot!' and 'fuckin' cocksucker!' Then he stood up straight, looking down at me from above past his throbbing cock a cold hard look in his eyes that made me tremble as to what was coming next.

"Keep that tongue out, wimp!" he snarled. "Come on, tickle mom's clit with your tongue."

"Do as he says, dear," Sarah put in, arching her back so that I had to stretch my tongue as far out as I could to reach her clit, teasing me with it. Oh god, I was so close my cock was practically trembling.

Brent smirked down at me as I followed his and his mother's orders, then pressed the head of his cock up against her clit so I was tickling that with my tongue as well, and he started to leak heavily.

"God, you're such a fuckin' loser, dad." He spat, as he changed his angle of attack and sank his cock into my mouth and down my throat. With my wife sitting astride me and my head between my son's legs there was nothing I could do to get away, and I gagged as my own son forced me to fellate him, his superior cock violating my throat until his balls were resting on my nose. I couldn't stop it; as my gullet struggled helplessly around his thick fleshy shaft I felt my cock jerking about as I came, my balls dribbling what was left of their contents onto my stomach.

"Oh my god, that's hot!" I heard Sarah say as she lifted her weight off me and turned to get a better look at the humiliating proceedings. I doubted anybody had even noticed my orgasm. "That's right, honey, suck your son's enormous cock. Billy, why don't you come over here and fuck my ass again with that thick cock of yours while Brent's teaching his father how a wimp husband thanks the proper man who has been satisfying his wife for him."

My streaming eyes saw a short stocky youth jump to his feet and scamper over to us and out of my field of view, and a moment later the bed was rocking as he plunged into my wife's ass and began humping into her fervently, making her moan and grunt.

"And while my husband is pleasuring my son, why don't one of you other boys come up here and pop his cherry? I can't keep all of you satisfied on my own, and I'm sure he'd be happy to help me with that, wouldn't you honey?" She said to me sweetly, though she knew I couldn't respond with my mouth plugged with our son's monster. "And once Billy here is done I think I'll take a nap next door, it's been a long day. Brent, didn't you say something about the school football team?"

"Yeah, mom, they wanted to come last night but they had a game in another county. I called the captain earlier and he was pretty pleased when I told him it was still going on, and that there was pussy to go around, so he and about eight guys from the team will be here in about half an hour. They're all fucking the Glee club fags so they won't mind pounding dad for a while. They said a couple of guys from the baseball team wanted to join in too, if you're okay with that?"

"Yes, that's fine dear, but I simply have to have a nap if I'm going to have all those boys as well as all of you again tonight. But if I'm still asleep when they arrive I'm sure your father won't mind taking care of them all until I'm ready for them."

I listened to all this in a daze as Brent began to fuck my face with a natural dominance I had only been partly aware he possessed, turning my throat into a pussy so effortlessly that it made my eyes water even more. At Sarah's suggestion, Tom had eagerly jumped up, his long thin cock, longer even than Brent's, leading the way, and he grinned down at me eagerly as he approached, before he went out of my sight around Brent's thrusting butt. I felt the mattress sag as he climbed on, and then I felt my legs yanked up over my body and spread apart. I quickly realised that it was my son holding my ankles, making sure his friend had easy access.

I screamed around Brent's cock as Liam rammed more than half his mercifully slim cock inside me, forcing my asshole wide open, followed immediately by the remaining five or more inches. The two boys high-fived as they began to pump me in unison, spit-roasting me like a hog. 

After a few minutes I felt Tom tense and I whimpered as his teen firehose spewed cum up my ravaged ass.

No sooner had Tom retracted himself from me then Brent pulled out of my throat too, and I couldn't help but wretch as it dilated my tonsils on the way out. I watched my son as he shuffled round the bed to take Tom's place between my legs, silently begging him with my eyes, but all he did was grin wickedly as he slid himself into me, stretching my hole even wider, his cock pushing even deeper into my body and making me sob at the pain.

I looked away from my son's uncaring expression in the pitiful hope of finding at least a little sympathy from my wife. But she wasn't even looking at me; her head was resting back leisurely on a pillow, her eyes closed and her legs over Billy's shoulders as he pummelled his wide shaft into her ass with a ferocity and urgency that was genuinely alarming.

Then I saw another of my son's friends stepping up from the observers, an eager grin on his face. He took hold of my head roughly, and pushed his cock into my mouth, forcing me to suck it.

I suddenly felt as though I were outside myself, looking down at the bizarre proceedings, my wife getting fucked by one of our son's friends as he fucked my ass with what I can only describe as a mad frenzy, as one of his other friends pounded my throat, his balls practically breaking my nose every time he pushed in, and a gang of other teenage boys watching with delight, waiting their turn. 

Billy lasted a couple more minutes before shooting his wadd up Sarah's ass, after which she got unsteadily up from the bed and announced she was off for a shower and a nap, bidding all the boys goodnight.

One after another the boys fucked my ass and my mouth, filling my innards with cum from both ends, before taking their place back in the queue and waiting their turn again. The pain and humiliation was long forgotten as I eagerly took each newcomer in my ass with a moan of pleasure, hungrily gobbling down the endless array of juicy dicks that came to my face. I must've sucked Brent again twice, and he took one more shot at my ass, his smooth easy inward slide such a contrast to the initial agony the last time, and I wrapped my legs around him as he pounded me hard, Liam's cock hammering into my mouth.

Then the football team showed up, and the baseball team, which kicked everything up a notch. The group bundled back out into the lounge to continue the party with the fresh supply of beer and marijuana, while the handsome football team captain, his young body bulging with smooth, powerful muscle, busted me a new pussy with his double-wide cock, feeling like he was ramming a child's arm up my butt rather than a dick, the hulking quarterback pumping my mouth. And when they were done, another pair of players strutted in to take their place, and then another. By the time Sarah woke up again over two hours later I'd taken each newcomer in one of my holes at least once, and the line was going round again, some of the original group managing to cut in and get laid again.

"Well, honey, isn't this just the best party ever?" Sarah cooed to me a little while later as she lay on her back, the baseball team captain ramming his footlong erection up her ass while little Billy fucked me doggystyle, one of the thuggish line-backers stretching my newly trained throat. "It's odd to think that none of this might have happened if you hadn't fucked up so bad last night. So I suppose I should be thanking you, really."

I swivelled my tired eyes over to her as I felt Billy shoot in my ass, hearing the stud fucking Sarah wonder out loud if my ass was loose enough to take a baseball bat, one of his teammates skipping out of the room to grab a bat from his bag. She simply smiled sweetly at me, and then became preoccupied as her beau shoved his tongue down her throat as he mated with her ass like a seasoned pornstar, only surfacing again when she heard me screaming around the line-backer's shaft as the aluminium baseball bat was pushed inside me, followed about ten minutes later by the quarterback's massive fist, and by time he managed to push in up to his elbow the whole party including Brent had piled back into the room to watch the spectacle.

As the line-backer splurted down my throat and got up, I laid my head on the mattress, a little dazed smile coming to my stretched lips as the quarterback managed to get his elbow into me too. I had to admit, though I never would have thought I would, I was silently thanking me, too. That was my last coherent thought before my head was yanked up and I was faced with my wife's cum-smeared cunt again, burrowing my face in it yet again to suck of yet another gloopy creampie, as the quarterback's twenty inch biceps began to stretch my asshole to the max.

END



Humiliated at the Grocery Store



Hello everyone, I am new to this stuff, so here's a little back stops on me. I am a very shy 26 year old woman, I am 5'2" and 105 lbs. My bra size is 34C, and I have shoulder length reddish brown hair. Up until recently I have had a very normal sex life, no one had even seen me naked until I was married (yup virgin bride). In fact a crazy night for me before was if my husband, who I will call Josh, and I switched positions so I was on top! 

So you may be asking, how did I go from that to this? I did it for my marriage and I stand by my choice. Josh was in a bit of an unhappy mood for a little while now and I finally got him to tell me what was wrong a few weeks ago. Josh admitted to me that he has felt unfulfilled with our sex life. He mentioned that he did not feel like he would ever be able to realize his sexual fantasies with me.

Not long ago, in an attempt to help my marriage, I read a healthy marriage book that had a portion that said for a relationship to truly work, both partners must try to fulfill the other's sexual needs. At the time I didn't know sex was a problem. I really wanted Josh to be happy again so I took the book's advice and prepared for the worst. I let josh know that he could be open with me, and even though I wasn't very experienced I would do my best to fulfill his needs no matter what they were. 

One of his desires was for me to write about my experiences, being completely honest on how they make me feel and post them on the net so he could read the comments it gets with me, so here I go.

Josh told me that his greatest sexual fantasy involved women in public embarrassment. He said he had an outfit for me, that he was hoping I would wear and go with him somewhere he had picked out. He looked at me with worry and sadness in his eyes and said, if this is to much for you I would understand.

Though I was terrified of the phrase "public embarrassment" and what kind of outfit would go along with that, I was determined to make him happy again by fulfilling his fantasy. So I assured him with a sweet voice that I would try anything for him because I love him dearly.

Josh smiled at me, said I love you too and told me I was very sweet for trying this. He pulled out a short black skirt, a white flowing cut off shirt, and black high heels. He asked me if I would go put them on and show him how it looked .

I sorted through the items, a little uneasy at the revealing nature of the clothes, and asked if I there was anything else to go with it, I was really hoping there was.

Josh told that was everything, in fact he even preferred I not wear any underwear with the outfit.

I started feeling very nervous. I nodded shakily at him and went into the bathroom to change. I first slipped on the skirt. It sat low enough on my hips that the v shaped lines that lead to my crotch were clearly visible and if I had pubic hair (Josh asked me to shave it off) it would have been showing over the top. It was also very short, barely coming down below my butt. It was not tight so it swayed when I moved. Next I put on the shirt; it had a deep loose neckline, stopping only a couple inches above my nipples. The bottom of the shirt was cut short, by my husband from the look of the hanging threads, it hung loosely just below my breasts. The shirt was sleeveless and the arm holes were very large coming down almost to the bottom of the cut off shirt. The thin white fabric clung to my nipples and left little to the imagination. I put on the 3 inch heels and stepped out into the bedroom where Josh waited.

I could tell he was turned on by the way he was looking at me and this made me feel shy, but happy. It had been a while since I got that feeling from him.

He took me to a mirror and asked me what I thought. 

I didn't know what to think, it was embarrassing just to see myself like that, let alone go outside wearing it were other people could see me! I could see my skirt was so very small, there was only inches of material to spare concealing my privates. My shirt was just as bad, the large arm holes allowed a small peek at the side of my breasts, and it was cut so short that if I raised my arms a little the bottom of my breasts were exposed. Because of how loosely it hung around me, depending on how I moved I could end up showing a lot more! It looked like something that required an under-shirt. Eventually I just shrugged and asked meekly "do you like it?"

Josh smiled a huge smile and said it looked even better than he could have imagined. He told me that he loved it and how happy he was that I was doing this for him. Then he told me that if I was ready we should head to the car before it got to late in the day.

I was so close to begging him to let me at least wear underwear before we go anywhere, I was so terrified of people seeing me like this! However, I fought off the temptation. This was his fantasy, and I was determined to fulfill it. When I had calmed down a little I stuttered out "I thi- I think I'm r-ready."

Josh hugged me closely and whispered in my ear how thankful he was to have me. He kissed me softly on my neck a few times, which made me realize this was already helping. When he let me go I realized that the hug caused one of my breasts to come out the neck of my shirt. I fixed it thinking of how careful I would have to be with it. Then we slowly made our way to the garage, only because I was walking at a snails pace do to my fright.

Luckily our garage connects to the house so I was able to get in the car without the neighbors seeing me like that. When I sat down, my skirt was too short to sit on so my bare butt was on the cold leather. Josh got in, gave me a hungry look, then hit the button to open the garage and we were off. 

We drove a long way from home, about an hours drive. At first I was nervous being in the car dressed like that but after a while I realized no one could tell what I was wearing in the safety of the car. For a while during the drive Josh rubbed his hand up and down my exposed thigh and between my legs. This drove me crazy! Because he had been down for so long I was not used to affection like that and I was really enjoying it, besides the fact that it really helped take my mind off of how terrified I was.

Finally Josh pulled into a parking lot for an old discount grocery store, he parked as far from the doors as possible and turned to me. He looked at me with nervous hopeful eyes, the way he looks when he really wants something but is worried I will say no.

I was hoping this trip would be to somewhere a little less public like a mostly empty park or something but a grocery store? I thought hopefully to myself that maybe he parked so far away because we were staying in the parking lot.

This was not the case Josh asked me nervously if I would go shopping with him?

I wanted to cry I was so scared but the look on his face and the happiness I wanted for him forced me to agree with a nod, I didn't dare speak for fear of sobbing.

Josh smiled with excitement and gave me a list telling me that he would like me to get everything on the list. I was very nervous at this request, I was terrified to be seen wearing what I was. I didn't want to make Josh think I would refuse so I held in my fears. I nodded again. 

He went on to say that he checked this place out yesterday and wrote down the items that would cause me a little embarrassment. He wanted me to walk ahead of him at all times so he could stand back and watch me and other people's reactions. He also handed me my phone and said to keep it with me for further instructions. Then he asked if I had any questions.

I was shaking all over in fear! How was I going to go shopping like this?! I thought about a million questions I wanted to ask, all of them involved getting out of this or changing my clothes, but the excited look on his face stopped me. If I could do this just the way he wants, I thought to myself, he would be so very happy. I shook my head and managed to mutter, that I trusted his judgments.

He thanked me and grabbed me tightly, giving me a kiss that was more passionate than I ever received in my life and added with my nerves made my head spin. This gave me confidence that I was doing the right thing, even if I was scared to death. Then he got out and opened my door for me.

I carefully stood up pulling my skirt down and made sure nothing was poking out of my shirt in a futile attempt at decency. Josh chuckled softly at me and told me he knew I felt exposed and embarrassed, but asked me if I could refrain from touching my clothes again until we got back to the car no matter what.

I agreed with a shy nod.

Josh handed me my debit card and closed the door behind me. Looking at me with the happiest smile I had seen on him in a very long time, he softly caressed my butt for a second and asked me to lead the way.

I slowly began walking to the store, trying to act as normal as I could, which was an impossible task. I felt so exposed. There was a chill in the air and just a slight breeze. I had goose bumps and my nipples were stiff causing little points in my shirt. Every little gust of wind fluttered my too short skirt and loose flowing shirt. I felt the breeze flutter around my breasts, between my legs and on the bottom of my butt. The feeling was making me feel even more exposed!

It was about 1pm on a Monday so there were only a few people in the parking lot and none of them noticed me at first. There was a young couple ahead of me walking towards the store, an elderly couple coming out and a man in his forties loading his groceries into his trunk three cars in front of me. I looked back quickly to see Josh, he was about 10 feet behind me watching me with an excited smile.

The man at his car noticed me as I was two cars away, just as he looked at me a slightly stronger gust of wind came lifting my shirt up a little exposing the bottom of one of my breast for a brief moment and almost let the other slip out the deep neck line. I gasped and blushed deeply, grabbing my shirt before I remembered I wasn't supposed to touch it. I looked back at Josh in apology and he shook his head at me. The man at his car stared at me open mouthed as I passed by him.

As I passed the elderly couple on my way to the doors the man smiled a happy smile at me while the woman scowled viciously at me. I thought she would say something mean to me but she kept walking.

As the automatic doors opened for me and I walked in a gust of air rushed into the store with me. The gust blew the back of my skirt up and caused it to cling in that position uncovering half of my butt! I freaked and jumped a little, luckily the extra force on my next foot fall caused my skirt to fall back down. It only lasted a second, but I was so ashamed. I looked around and I was pretty sure no one saw, well besides Josh who was chuckling to himself. My skirt still felt a little odd and I wanted more than anything to smooth it out with my hands but I stopped myself from touching it, besides I could feel the fabric on my cheeks again so I thought it must be back to normal. 

Later Josh told me that my skirt was still a little bunched up exposing a little of the crease where my cheeks meet my thighs when I stepped. He told me this lasted quite a few minutes, until I reached for something and it straitened out, and got me some interesting looks from people behind me.

I looked at the wrinkled up list, it was not long but some of it seemed very embarrassing, here is what the list said:

-1 Carrot

-1 Cucumber

-2 40 lbs bags of rice (bottom shelf)

-3 Large bags of flour (top shelf)(don't use steps)

-4 Sirloin steaks (bottom, back)(1 at a time)(bend at the waist)

-6 Cans of soup (top shelf, back)(one at a time)(use steps)

-1 Vibrating toothbrush

-1 Box of each kind of condom

-3 Tubes of personal lubricant

-2 half gallon skim milk (bottom shelf)(furthest in back)(bend at waist)

--When finished await further instruction on your phone

----I love you more than anything in the world!

Now some of you may have noticed a pattern in the list, I didn't. I was to worried about the specific instructions. I tried my best not to worry about that just yet however. I grabbed a shopping cart and headed quickly to the produce department, wanting to get done as soon as possible. Holding the cart handle with my arms outstretched like normal opened the side of my shirt a little so I held the cart right up against me with my arms bent. I picked up one cucumber, and one carrot, thinking to myself 'who buys one carrot?' But that is what the list said. I received a text from Josh that asked me to straiten my arms again. I did what he asked. Pushing the cart like this allowed the holes on the side of my shirt to flutter openly while I walked and I could tell that someone looking from the side would be able to see a good portion of the side of my breasts.

I noticed two middle aged women to my left whispering to each other and staring at me with disgusted looks on their faces, obviously shocked at what I wore to a grocery store and what they could see. I looked down blushing violently and headed for my first isle.

First was the 40 lbs bags of rice on the bottom shelf, I looked at them for a moment, trying to determine the safest way to pick them up and put them in the cart. I decided since they were so heavy that I would squat to pick them up. I was hoping the isle would empty out but there was always someone coming or going. Finally I decided to go for it when there were just two people in the isle reading labels.

I squatted down and grabbed the first bag and held it to my chest as I lifted it up, no easy task in high heels. I squatted back down to grab the second bag just as a barely out of school teenage employee walked down the the isle and saw me. I quickly grabbed the bag, held it to my chest and lifted. I didn't have very good grip and the bag began to slip.

The teenage employee hurried over and asked "Ma'am do you need some hel... Uh, I mean, um..."

When the bag slipped it pulled my shirt down just enough for my left breast slip out the neck line. The boy was just standing there staring at it. I dropped the bag to release my shirt but it was stuck under my breast. I looked over at Josh with a humiliated look, he had a huge smile on his face, I was hoping he would give me some sign that I could adjust my shirt but he didn't. I was desperate, I grabbed the bag of rice and lifted it quickly with a strength born of desperation all the way up so that it lifted my shirt and rubbed against my exposed breast. This did the trick, my breast was covered, barely. I threw the rice into the cart, turned away from the boy and shook my shoulders to even out my shirt. I turned around, horrified to see that the woman down the isle, who was reading labels had noticed as well and was staring with her mouth open. I had never been so embarrassed in all my life! 

Josh was staring at me smiling a genuinely happy smile. I could not understand why my humiliation was making him smile, all I knew is that I wanted him to smile more and he smiled a lot that day.

The boy who was staring at me stammered some nervous apology and almost ran down the isle. The woman who saw the show regained her composure and gave me an odd look and she left too.

Once I had calmed down again I moved on down the isle slowly, my legs were a little shaky from my nerves. The flour was almost at the end of the isle, closest to the registers. There were many types but only one on the top row, which was what my note said I needed. There were little steps I could pull over to use but my note said not to, which meant with my short height I would really have to stretch to get the bags down. This worried me since once I raised my arms my shirt would come up. I looked around, there were a few people waiting in line by the register but they were mostly paying attention to loading up groceries. There were also people milling around down the isle, the way I came. I thought maybe if I grabbed them quickly no one would see. I quickly reached up, feeling the fabric of my shirt slide up over my nipples, grabbed a bag of flour and almost threw it in my cart. I looked around and no one seemed to be looking at me. A little relieved I reached up quickly to grab the next one, again exposing my breasts, and put the bag in the cart. I looked around again and it looked like a couple down the isle were pretending not to look at me, but they kept glancing over. Finally I grabbed the last bag turned to notice the wife/girlfriend covering her mouth giggling. I quickly grabbed my cart and left the isle and turned down the next.

This isle didn't have anything from my list, but the back wall did have the steaks that I needed. This item seemed to have the hardest instruction out of all of them, there were about 5 shelves for the meats and I had to get 4 steaks from the bottom, all the way in the back, which would cause me to need to get very low to reach them. Combine that with the fact that I had to bend at my waist, which would expose my butt, and the fact that this area was the most visible in the store. There were people coming and going from everywhere, there was no way I wouldn't be seen! I decided to save this one for last, after all Josh never said I had to go in order. I looked over at him and mouthed that I would be back for these, he just nodded grinning at me.

I moved on to the next isle where the soup was, pulled up one of the little steps and put it in front of the cans I needed. There was only one person down this isle and he was walking away so I hurried and got started, I climbed the three steps, this would have allowed anyone to see right up my skirt so I had my knees touching. I leaned forward a little and reached back to grab my first can, once in hand I hurried down just in time for an old woman, driving a one of those motorized carts, to pass by. I looked over at Josh breathing a sigh of relief. I put the can in the cart and did it two more times without incident. 

On my third time I almost ran right into a girl who looked around 20 years old on my way back down the steps. She was leaning her arms on her cart looking up my skirt with a big comic smile on her face. She stood up strait in front of me but did not move. She was tall and fit with reasonably attractive features. Her hair was short and unnaturally blond ,it was carefully styled to stick out in every direction. She was wearing black tights and a cut-off, though not as cut-off as mine, Elmo shirt to show off her sparkling belly button ring. She stood there blocking my way looking up my shirt. She laughed softly and asked if I had lost a bet or something? I was bright red and trembling all over, I didn't know what to say so just shook my head and looked away in embarrassment. I realized she wasn't moving so I stepped down and squeezed past her. She moved a little at the last minute as she tried to press me for more information but I just put my soup in the cart and stood there staring at the ground trying to stop myself from running out the door in tears. She quickly realized I wouldn't be responding any time soon so she told me she would let me get back to whatever it was I was doing. She didn't leave however, she just stood there watching me! 

I didn't know what to do so I looked to Josh for help, he just nodded and motioned with his hand for me to continue. I was shocked how could I continue with this woman watching me!? I looked back at Josh with a pitiful face begging him to let me move on. His smile began to fade and I saw his eyes growing dim again, he thought I was going to give up on his fantasy I thought. I couldn't stand to see that happen so I took a deep breath and hurried up the stairs for another can as I looked back at Josh, he was smiling again. 

The girl behind me, I'll call her Elmo girl, laughed again and said "you do know I can see your, well, everything, when you do that right?" I was so humiliated! I didn't say anything in response I just threw my fifth can in the cart and hurried up for my last one, as I got my hands on the last can I heard Elmo girl's voice talking, telling someone about what I was doing and laughing. I came down with my last can to see her on the phone explaining how she was able to see right up my skirt! I dropped the can in the cart and hurried off to the next isle, as I left she called out "aww shows over already?"




Humiliated at the Grocery Store



In the next isle I grabbed the vibrating toothbrush and headed to the female hygiene section where the condoms and lube would be. I began grabbing one of each style of condom when Elmo girl came around the corner, she laughed and told me she was glad I hadn't left yet. I tried to ignore her, I ended up with about ten different condom boxes. I grabbed the three tubes of lube and quickly moved on as Elmo girl's phone rang and she said something about me having a fun night.

I skipped the last few isles and found the milk in the back corner, like with the steak there was no way to prevent people from seeing me here but it appeared no one was looking so I opened the glass door where the milk was stored and bent down. To reach the milk on the bottom shelf, at the very back, while bending at the waist I had to lean so far over I could have touched the ground. In this position my butt was exposed and my shirt was drooping forward completely exposing my breasts. It was really hard to get a carton of milk out from the back with all the other cartons in the way. I spent what seemed like forever getting it out and when I stood up again there was a middle aged man right beside me staring at my chest. I blushed and turned to put my milk carton in the cart and saw a couple people looking at me from a distance.

I glanced over at Josh biting my lip. Again he looked very happy, I just did not get what this did for him, but every time I looked at him he was staring at me with happy hungry eyes. 

The middle aged man turned and walked away. I quickly opened the door back up and bent over to grab my second carton of milk. This one took just as long as the last and just as I almost had it out I heard something fall to the floor behind me. I got the milk out, and straitened up to see an older woman a few yards away who was looking over at me, shocked, with her bottle of creamer on the floor. I grabbed my cart and hurried off back to the meat section.

I got to where the sirloins were and made sure no one was looking and immediately bent down at the waist as I was supposed to, in order to get the steaks that were again at the bottom back. I was just as exposed here as I was with the milk, but at least the steak didn't get stuck coming out, so this one actually turned out to be easier. I got two out and was bent over getting the third when I heard a some one say "oh my god!" Followed by a familiar laugh and a familiar voice say "I told you I was telling the truth." I stood up with the steak in hand and turned to see Elmo girl standing behind me with another girl about the same age. This new girl was a little shorter than Elmo girl, she was prettier than her friend though, she had natural looking light brown hair that curled around her face, she had on a tight pair of jeans and a little spaghetti strap with the tootsie pop owl on it, so I'll call her Tootsie. Odd as it may seem, as embarrassed as I was, I actually remember thinking 'wow, I haven't seen that owl in years!' They were asking things like "what are you doing?" And "is this some kind of dare or something?" Tootsie said "you look totally humiliated, why do this to yourself?", but I was too embarrassed to respond. I realized they wouldn't leave me alone so I told myself once I did this one more time I could leave. I quickly bent over grabbed the steak and and stood up again as the girls laughed and talked to each other about why they thought I was doing this.

I turned to Josh to see him texting, I grabbed my phone from my cart as it went off. I was shocked to see the instructions it said

"Hey baby, great job so far! You have no idea how happy you are making me. I have one last thing for you before you check out. Please go put the following things back exactly how you got them: The steaks, rice, flour, soup and milk. Thank you my love."

I looked back at him with tears forming in my eyes. For a moment I thought he was punishing me for something. I actually let myself believe for a moment that he was cruel and mean! A part of me wanted to storm off but I couldn't, I saw in his face that he loved me and that, by doing this I was making him happy, something I was failing at before. So I just accepted this degrading assignment, took a deep breath, and readied myself for more humiliation.

I grabbed one of the steaks and I bent over low to put it back. As I did so Elmo girl said something like "oh my god, she's going at it again!" As I continued putting the steaks back the, girls continued talking about the parts of me they could see and trying to figure out why on earth I would do such a thing! I got done with the steaks just as I gained a couple more on-lookers. Elmo girl was telling them about what she had seen me doing so far. I quickly pushed my cart to the first isle I started on and found the spot for the rice. To my dismay the two girls had started following me.

I grabbed the first huge bag of rice and lifted it out of the cart, this time careful not to let it slip. When I hunched down to put the rice in place I heard Tootsie tell Elmo girl, "look when she hunches you can see her whole tit from the side!" They laughed and my embarrassment started to get the best of me, a single tear slid down my cheek. I got the other bag in place and moved on to the end of the isle where the flour was.

There was no point to look around because the girls were following closely now, and it appeared one or two people from the checkout were starting to glance my way. I grabbed a bag of flour and lifted it high to put it on the shelf, resulting in the girls laughing and a couple shocked remarks from passerby's. They watched as I did this two more times, another tear slid down my cheek at the thought of them looking at me. 

I looked to Josh with tear filled eyes and saw him adjust himself, he was starting to grow a bit of a bulge in this pants. This deplorable situation was turning him on! I didn't know what I thought about that, so I just tried my best to get this horrifying shopping assignment completed.

With the last bag up I hurried to the isle with the canned soup, desperately hoping no one would follow.

I got to the spot for the soup and my steps were still there. The two girls came around the corner in time to see me climbing the steps, Elmo girl exclaimed how she had seen this before. I reached the top step and put the first back in its spot all the way in the back, trying to ignore the things they were saying. It didn't work, they were asking why I even wore clothes at all since they could see everything anyway. Elmo girl even offered me $50 to finish whatever I was doing naked. I was so humiliated my eyes filled with tears. I hurried back up the steps with the second can, as a young couple came to see what was going on. I put the can back in its spot receiving a gasp and a "what the hell from the couple?" I caught a sob in my throat and started blinking a lot. Two employees, the boy from earlier, and an older man, joined the group as I rushed down the steps trying to hold back the tears. My heel caught the bottom step in my hurry and I stumbled forward right into Tootsie. I managed to maintain my footing with her help but as I pulled away I noticed my shirt had slid up and bunched over my breasts! People, who seemed genuinely concerned at first began to laugh at me as I stomped and shook my shoulders trying to get my shirt loose. I was full on crying now, but for some reason I still was trying to do this for my husband, so I never touched my shirt to pull it down. The tears were pouring down my cheeks as people slowly stopped laughing and asked why I didn't just pull my shirt down. 

I thought the same thing myself, why not just pull my shirt down?! Josh could not blame me if I did, I have been torturing myself for him over the last half an hour, the least he could do is let me fix my damn shirt! I looked over at him again to see him with that stupid happy look on his face and I immediately remembered why I was doing this. My tears dried up a bit and I was ready to finish this by the rules, for Josh, my greatest love!

What I did next, I cannot believe believe myself. I turned to Elmo girl and asked her in a humiliated and stuttering voice if she would pull down my shirt for me? I told her I am not supposed to touch my clothes, no matter what.

Elmo girl was shocked for a second and exclaimed "so this is some kind of bet!?"

I told her it was something like that as she laughed loudly.

She asked me "so no matter what happens you cannot touch your clothes?" As she grabbed my shirt and pulled it all the way up.

People gasped and laughed, one woman even stood up for me telling Elmo girl to "stop torturing the poor confused girl." I just stood there, tears returning to my eyes as I begged "please?!"

Elmo girl finally said "fine, you are lucky I am such a nice girl!" With a giggle. Then she pulled my shirt down in place.

I noticed my crowd had grown significantly and some of them had camera phones pointed at me. This pushed me all the more to get this over with. I hurried and got though the last 4 cans being careful about my footing. Now that people sort of knew why I was doing this, they began to tease me a lot more, Elmo girl was especially relentless. At one point as I was finishing up with the soup she asked if she pulled my skirt down if I would have to walk around without it? I was terrified she was going to do it so I backed up against the isle and stared at her in horror. She just laughed and said "I guess that's a yes!"

I looked over at Josh and saw him laughing a little and staring at me with the most intense expression, later he told me it was lust. I squeezed through the people with my cart. 'Only milk left to put back' I thought to myself with relief, until I remembered how much of a pain the milk was to get out.

I arrived at the milk section with my spectators close behind. I was so ready to be done with this I hurried and grabbed my first milk and, bending at the waist, started trying to get the carton passed all the other milks to the back. Again it seemed to take forever as I frantically tried to get the milk back. People were mocking me and ridiculing me behind me. I almost had my first milk in place but the other cartons kept falling down, getting in my way. As I was fixing this I felt someone grab my skirt, pull it up and tuck it into my waistband! I jerked out of the fridge and turned around, the back of my skirt was pulled up exposing most of my butt, I was stomping furiously to try to get it to fall back down. Everyone was laughing hysterically at my futile attempts, Josh was smiling at me of course. 

Elmo girl came up to me and told me it was just a joke and that she would fix it. I stood still as she grabbed my skirt and to my horror, pulled the waistband up and tucked the rest of my skirt into the band! 

My entire skirt was now just a roll of material circling my waist. I may as well have just been wearing a thick belt. My shaved crotch and butt were completely exposed. People cheered, laughed, or gasped in shock. Me, I cried, one woman told someone to pull my skirt back down, but no one did. I stood there with my hands over my crotch for a moment not knowing what to do as people laughed and took pictures of me. Josh, looking happier than ever, motioned me to continue and I was horrified! I vowed to never do this kind of thing again! 

I grabbed the last milk and shoved it in the fridge and slammed it closed. Josh, looking very amused, motioned me to head to the checkout.

I moved as fast as I could in my heels to the checkout to pay for my items. The cashier a sour middle aged woman mumbled something about a slut and rung up my items. The items I bought were meant to be humiliating but after what I had been through, and standing there virtually bottomless, the sexual suggestions of my purchase didn't phase me. I had a carrot, a cucumber, a vibrating toothbrush, a collection of condoms and 3 tubes of lube. The baggers, were moving especially slow, looking at my exposed butt, they couldn't see more because I had my front pressed against the checkout counter. I paid with my card and as I grabbed my bags Elmo girl came up behind me and fixed my skirt with a laugh. She shoved a piece of paper into one of my bags and begged me, to call her sometime, saying she threw the best parties and hoped I would come to one of them. 

I thought to myself 'you must be insane, I would never call you after this!' Little did I know that my husband had other plans for the invitation.

I hurried out the doors to the sound, oddly enough, of clapping. I rushed back to the car and as Josh came up to me I was fully prepared to chew his butt for putting me through that, but he caught me off guard. He grabbed me tightly in his arms and began passionately kissing my lips and groping my body. The bags fell out of my hands onto the ground as I grabbed him and kissed him back, crying again, but this time for joy. Josh opened the door and pushed me in, he grabbed the bags and came around to the drivers seat. We drove about two minutes to a hotel which Josh already had a room purchased. 

People stared at me as we rushed to our room but now I didn't care. When we got into our room Josh didn't even remove my clothes before we went at it like rabbits. We made love all afternoon and even woke up in the middle of the night to go at it again. We went at it again in the morning and checked out to head home. 

Josh's passion was so strong, and he was so happy that I decided what I went through was more than worth it. I had never been so sexually pleased in my life! I vowed, that if it meant getting this in return I would do anything my husband asked from now on!

On the way home Josh told me he never expected that to go so far, the outfit turned out to be much more revealing than he thought. Also that girl following me around and pulling up my skirt was very unexpected. He told me he thought very much about calling it quits a few times, but I just kept pushing through. He was so happy that I went through all that for him. Then he smiled and pulled out the piece of paper with a phone number on it and said that I would need this, because he wanted that girl to be a part of another adventure of ours! I was so ashamed to think about what things he was thinking up for me next, I just knew I would do anything for another night like last night!

That was my horrifying shopping experience. Though it was torture, and I was sick with fear and humiliation the whole time, the way it pleased my husband and consequently the amazing sex afterward made it all worth it. 

There is no plan yet for another horrifying event, Josh is still going on and on about the grocery store, when there is one I will record my humiliation again for you all. 

My husband would appreciate very much any comment you could share about my experience or about possible ideas for future endeavors. Please go easy on me, both with ideas for future plans and comments. As I said I am not real experienced with sex, so I might need a little more explanation than most.



Humiliated at the Park



Hello everyone, in case you didn't read either of my last entries here's a little back story on me. I am a very shy 26 year old woman, I am 5'2" and 105 lbs. My bra size is 34C, and I have shoulder length reddish brown hair. Up until recently I have had a very normal sex life, no one had even seen me naked until I was married (yup virgin bride). In fact a crazy night for me before was if my husband, who I will call Josh, and I switched positions so I was on top! 

 So you may be asking, how did I go from that to this? I did it for my marriage and I stand by my choice. Josh was in a very unhappy mood for a while and I finally got him to tell me what was wrong. Josh admitted to me that he has felt unfulfilled with our sex life. He mentioned that he did not feel like he would ever be able to realize his sexual fantasies with me.

 Not long ago, in an attempt to help my marriage, I read a healthy marriage book that had a portion that said for a relationship to truly work, both partners must try to fulfill the other's sexual needs. At the time I didn't know sex was a problem. I really wanted Josh to be happy again so I took the book's advice and prepared for the worst. I let josh know that he could be open with me, and even though I wasn't very experienced I would do my best to fulfill his needs no matter what they were. 

 One of his desires was for me to write about my experiences, being completely honest on how they make me feel and post them on the net so he could read the comments it gets with me, so here I go again on my next "adventure" as Josh calls them.

 For all the people who have commented on my stories saying hurtful things about my husband, know this, I am happy. I get gifts for no reason, I get random kisses whenever he is around, Josh brings me flowers and cuddles up close to watch movies, he tells me a thousand times a day how much he loves me, he holds me close and I feel that love. Josh asks my opinion on everything and is always willing to watch a chick flick with me, or even go shopping. And most importantly he is happy, every day, no matter how rough his day was, he comes home to me with a smile on his face. So if all all I need to do for all that is to fulfil his fantasies and feel some humiliation I gladly accept it.

 For this "adventure" Josh asked me if I would go for a run with him somewhere new today. At first I didn't realise this was an adventure because we go running together almost every morning. It became apparent what he was after when he brought out an outfit and said "I would like it if you could wear this on our run" as he handed me the outfit adding "Oh, and no undies." 

 I put on the outfit as Josh began to get ready as well. It didn't take me long since there was nothing to this outfit. The top was a loose fitting halter top with oddly very long straps that tied around the back of my neck and hung half way down my back. The neck line plunged down between my breasts exposing my unsupported cleavage. The bottom of my shirt hung down about three inches below my breasts and wraped loosely behind my back. Giving a tiny peak of the top outermost curve of my breasts from the side.

 My bottom was a tiny pink cotton mini skirt with a strange phrase on the back of it; it said 'I dare you' with a winking smiley face. It was soft with a stretchy waist that hung loosely just below my butt if I wore the skirt low enough on my hips.

 I put on my running shoes and looked in the mirror. I immediately thought 'how am I going to run in this?' My skirt was so short and loose that it was sure to flop up and down as I ran, flashing small bits of me in the process. My top was just losely covering my breasts which would surely cause them to be exposed a little at a time as I bounce up and down with no support. But this was supposed to be humiliating after all so I took a deep breath and just hoped for somewhere secluded.

 Just then I heard Josh asking someone "Is everthing still a go?" then he said aftet a pause "We're leaving right now, see you there" and hung up.

 I had no idea what was going on. I asked Josh who it was and he replied "You remember the girl from your grocery store adventure right? The one you called Elmo girl."

 How could I forget her, she tormented me that day I thought. I was very worried on what she had to do with todays event.

 Josh continued "Her name is Jenni (yes it's an I not a Y, kinda odd I thought) and her and some of her friends are going to make today a safer and more memorable day for us." As he told me a big grin grew on his face as mine became stunned with fear.

 Josh chuckled a little at my expression and added "I would like it if you would follow the same rule as we set in the grocery store, no matter what happens don't touch your clothes in any way. Also as another rule if anyone asks you if they can do anything involving your clothes you must agree to it, ok?" 

 I nodded my head feeling my nerves building up.

 Lastly he mentioned "I would really like to try something again that didn't work in the mall in Italy." as he said this he pulled out an index card with very lage writing on both sides that said 'PULL HERE PLEASE!' He showed me the tag and safety pinned it to one of the straps on my shirt.

 I was a little shocked and said "This top is not the same as the one in itlay, if the straps are pulled on this one my top will fall completely off, not just flutter in front of me."

 Josh's smile drooped a little and he said "I know, that was kinda part of the plan; the area we are going will be safe, but if you don't want to go through with it I will understand."

 I saw the excitement on his face draining and cursed myself for complaining, I quickly said "Of course I will do it, I will do anything for you my love." Holding hi face in my hand.

 His smile returned and he held me tenderly and kissed me saying "I loved you babe more than anything in the world." Then he ran off to finish getting ready.

 I just stood there for a minute scared sick hoping that like in Italy no one would pull the straps. I was also worried about what Josh said Jenni was going to be doing during this adventure.

 I eventually gathered my courage and me and Josh headed out to the car.

 It was a long trip and we eventually arrived at a park that was not far from where the grocery store "adventure" took place. I was a little worried at the number of cars in the lot, dispite it being a weekday morning. I also noticed a couple runners and bikers out on the path. Then I noticed something that scared me the most as we pulled into our parking spot. Jenni was running over to the car waving with a big smile on her face.

 In case anyone forgot from my first "adventure", or didn't read it, Jenni is tall with dyed blond hair, a fit gym body, and a very unbashfull attitude. She made my "adventure" in the grocery store almost impossible to complete.

 I was getting very nervous now. Josh parked and we both got out of the car. Jenni was right in front of the car by then. She was wearing a long sleved running shirt and tights, I envied her for her outfit and wished that was what I was wearing at that moment. 

 Jenni looked to Josh and said with a big smile "Thank you so much for calling and letting me be a part of this. I had an awesome time at the grocery store and am so happy you included me in this, it is going to be so much fun!" 

 He replied "no problem, thanks for your help today." 

 Jenni skipped over to me and gave me a tight hug saying "It is so good to see you again, you are the most exciting person I know! I can't wait to start."

 This kinda caught me off guard and I just replied "Um, thank you."

 I had barely said the words when she excitedly asked "So, are you still not allowed to touch your clothes?" 

 Before she even finished asking the question she quickly pulled up my shirt and scrunching it up over my breasts and leaving it there! I was horrified! My first reaction was to grab my shirt and pull it down but I controlled myself. We were still between some cars and no one had seen yet. I tried to stomp and shake my shoulders to get my shirt to fall with no success. 

 Both Josh and Jenny were laughing histericaly at my futile efforts. 

 I stood there hiding between the cars completely humiliated and eventually Jenni pulled my shirt down saying "Well I guess that answers that question. Today is going to be great!" 

 Now I was terrefied! I was shivering a little as Josh worked out the specifics with Jenni, it is not to cold where I live but it is a little bit chilli this time of year and my anxiety wasn't helping. There was almost no wind which was nice, but the little there was caused the card on my neck strap to tap against my back, reminding me that at any moment on the run someone might come up behind me and cause my top to fall to the ground!

 Once they were done Jenni asked someone on the phone "Is everyone ready and in possision?"

 Josh explained that Jenni had people looking out for cops and security for us so we wouldn't have to worry about that. Then he asked me "Go ahead and take the lead I will follow behind. Go slow so people can get a chance to read the card as they pass you ok?"

 I was shivering, both from the morning chill and from nerves so it felt good to start moving my muscles. I left the parking lot and headed down the path that Josh had pointed out. As soon as I began jogging I felt humiliated, the bouncing motion of my slow jog was causing my breasts to bounce around in my shirt, as well as slightly out if it. My breasts were just about popping out the middle or the sides with every stride. I could also feel my skirt flapping up and down behind me as I ran, it wasnt coming all the way up but still letting the bottoms of my cheeks peek through. Though what humiliated me the most was was the tag I felt at my back. There were a good amount of people at the park and it wouldn't be long before someone noticed the card and read what it said, then what? Would they have pitty on me? Or maybe they they would think from the tag and the writing on my skirt that I wanted them to pull it. I was so worried.

 I had already passed two male runners who gave me very interested looks when I noticed a bike about to pass on my left but slow back down. I could hear it changing gears behind me. He was making pace with me so he could see the card on my back better. There was a woman running towards me in the distance and a couple on a bench up ahead on my right, if he pulled my strap now at least three people would see it immediately! I was breathing extra hard from fear, so worried at any moment I would feel a tug on my shirt strap and my top would fall to the ground exposing my bouncing breasts.

 My fears were unfounded though, the biciclist sped back up and passed me by without disturbing my clothing. I was so relieved! I twisted around to glance back at Josh to see him jogging behind, still smiling. The sight made me happy but I jerked back forward immediately feeling a horrifying sensation. Trying to jog while twisting back like that caused my shirt to twist and my right breast to pop out the middle of my shirt. Once I straitened I found my breast was mostly out of the shirt with my entire nipple exposed. I shook my shoulders with no help, then I leaned forward low and wiggled a little and my shirt re-adjusted into possition. I looked up just in time to see the couple on the bench staring at me with their mouth open in shock.

 I could feel the blood rush to my face but tried to look away and just run by.

 Josh must have realized that being behind me wasn't getting him the best view because he caught up to me and told "Keep running slowly, in fact slow down a little more and bounce up and down more as you go. I am going to change spots and try to find vantage points as you run so I can see you from more angles ok?"

 I just nodded, still a little ashamed from the shirt incident.

 As Josh ran ahead I passed the female runner I saw coming towards me earlier. She gave me a very curious look as she passed.

 After she passed another biker and a runner passed me from behind with no incident. At this point Jenni ran up beside me and said in a very mocking voice "People are being so boring, they are not making your run very interesting at all!"

 I glared at her and worried where she was going with this.

 She continued "Maybe you just aren't attracting enough attention?" With a sudden smile she added "I think I can help with that."

 Before I knew what was happening Jenni pulled up my skirt a couple inches and rolled the waist over, shortening my skirt even more! Now the very bottom of my butt cheeks were permenantly uncovered and a lot more showed with every bounce I made.

 I whimpered and looked to Josh, who was watching from up ahead, and he just smiled and mouthed 'I love you.' Just as I was about to beg Jenni to fix it she sprinted ahead to where Josh was. I hated her so much in that moment!

 My anger was replaced by fear in the next moment as I heard heavy foot falls coming up fast behind me. As the sound got closer it slowed until it sounded like the person was right behind me. From the almost grunting breathing and very heavy sound of the foot steps I assumed it was a man, not a very good runner either by the sound of it. Again I was terrified that at any moment I would be toppless running in the park.

 After a minute or so of anxiety the individual sped up and pulled up beside me. He looked to be in his fourties and was just a little overweight, he was sweating profusely and seemed to have a hard time catching his breath. He asked me nervously "Um miss, are you aware that you um, have a sign on your back telling people to uh, untie your top?"

 I nodded in embarrassement, fearing what he might ask next, that I would have to agree to. 

 Instead he seemed to be concerned, and asked "Why would you run with that there, you know someone might actually do it right?"

 Not knowing exactly how to explain I remembered the grocery store and what people assumed. I told him with a shaky voice "I, uh lost a bet and this is part of what I must do because of it."

 Now he looked a little curious and asked "Is that also why your, uh skirt is all hiked up?"

 I said "Yes, someone pulled it up like that and I am not allowed to touch my clothes in any way or stop others from touching them."

 He gave me a sympathetic look and told me "Here let me help you out a bit.

 He grabbed my skirt, unrolled the top and slid it down on my hips so that it covered my butt. It may have been in my head but his fingers seemed to linger on my skin for a brief second, and he took a couple attempts scooting the skirt up and down to the desired fit.

 When he was done I thanked him meekly and he said "Good luck, I hope for your sake that there are plenty of good people at this park today."

 As he sped up and left me behind I felt considerably better. I was starting to get my hopes up that no one would end up untying my top just like in Italy.

 A few other people passed me in both directions with nothing more interesting happening than me getting very nervous, it seemed that most people would slow down to read the tag but not actually pull it, or even ask about it. I was getting pretty confident in my fellow man. 

 Another woman came up behind me next and she actually asked about the card, I told her about my immaginary lost bet, just like the last guy. She just looked at me very oddly, laughed and ran on ahead.

 At this point Josh ran over looking a little less happy than he was when we started this fifteen minutes ago. He asked "What is happening exactly when people come up to you and talk to you?"

 I told him about what I was saying and why the last two have said to me.

 He laughed and said "I like the story about the lost bet, but do you think you could try to make people feel, you know, like it was ok if they wanted to pull your shirt cord, you know try not to make people feel to sympathetic towards you, if you can. I would just really love to see this plan play through, is that ok?"

 I felt suddenly guilty, I was so afraid of losing my top that I forgot I was here for Josh. I replied nervously "I will try my best to make this happen for you."

 Josh said "Thank you my love, you really are my dream come true!" Then he ran on ahead and watched from a distance.

 I was very nervous now, how was I going to stop from making people feel guilty for humiliating me? All I knew was that I had to try not sound so "forced".

 Just then I passed a biciclist with a big smile on her face pointing at my chest. I looked down to see one of my nipples had slipped out. I blushed red and shook my shoulders causing my shirt to fall back into place. I was so embarrassed and that was just a nipple.

 Another runner and biciclist passed me from behind, allong with a couple from the front, without saying a word.

 Jenni ran up to me and asked "how are you holding up?"

 This caught me off guard. I just repied "Um ok I guess" despite the fact that I was a nervous wreck.

 Then she surprised me even more and said "You know, I really admire what you are doing here, I don't know anyone who would do this for the person they love, it is truly inspiring."

 I didn't know what to say to this so I just said "Oh, well thank you Jenni."

 Jenni said "Don't mention it" and just before leaving gave me a big smile and said "Oh and don't worry with breasts like those I am sure someone will pull that top off in no time!" 

 This really did worried me, sure I promised Josh to help make it happen but the idea of it actually happening still scared the hell out of me. 

 A sort time later and after a couple more people passed me without incident, I heard another runner coming up behind me. My breathing kicked up and my heart started beating fast again. The person fell into pace behind me and then after a moment came up beside me.

 It was an attractive woman in her thirties. She asked me, with an amused smile on her face "So whats up with the sign on your back?"

 Trying my best not to make her feel sorry for me, I said "I lost a bet and now I have to run around this park wearing this card. I have to keep jogging at this slow pace and allow anyone to do whatever they want to my clothing, I cannot stop them or touch my clothes in any way." I gathered all my courage and added "So if you wanted to pull that cord I would not stop you." 

 I braced myself for what might come next but she simply laughed, not taking the hint, and asked, of all things, "What was the bet over that was so important to be worth betting such high stakes?"

 I was at a loss, I had never thought about it before, I never thought anyone would ask. I studdered out bur he first thing I could think of "It was a race, I um, I am very competitive and I was a bit cocky so I told I would do anything she could think of if I lost."

 She did not look like she believed me but she let it go with a long drawn out "ok then". Then she asked me curiously "So if I pulled this strap here, you are telling me you would just let your top fall to the ground and keep jogging for all to see?"

 I nervously nodded prepairing for the worst.

 She looked thoughtful for a second and then asked, still smiling "And if I pulled down your skirt instead then what?"

  My eyes shot open wide in terror and I said pathetically, trying to remain calm as calm as I could "If you did that I would have to let you, and keep running without it."

 She laughed and and asked "And you are really willing to go through all that over a bet?"

 I replied "If I say I will do something I will do it, no matter how hard it is." Telling the truth but also reassuring myself that I was doing the right thing. 

  She thought for a second and said "I can understand that."




Humiliated at the Park



She didn't seem like she was going for it so I gathered all my courage and tried one last time, for Josh, I said to her "So, um... are you going to pull my strap then?"

 She looked at me astonished with a smile and laughed. She looked at me for a second obviously trying to figgure something out. Finally she asked with a surprised voice "You actually want someone to pull your top off dont you!? You want people to see you running around toppless!"

 I didn't know what to say, I was blushing red and shaking, so I eventually just shrugged my shoulders.

 She just laughed hard and said "You are not right in the head girl, no I will not pull your top off for you. But I think I may do something else."

 She pulled the band of my skirt and let it flop loosely back into place and said "Yeah, I can work with this, since you are so desperate for attention I will give you something to look forward to." 

 She pulled off the hairband on her wrist and slipped it in the loop of her little pink water bottle. Then she began pulling at my waisteband again, she almost made me trip once from yanking on it. Finally I heard a rip from her tearing a small hole just below my waisteband on my back left side. 

 At this point I got a little worried about what she was doing to my skirt.

 She pushed the hair-tie through the hole, out the top of my skirt and around her water bottle, looping the bottle to my waisteband. She let the bottle hang there pulling the back left of my skirt half way down my left butt cheek.

 The bottle bounced around against the bottom of my left butt cheek and when my left foot touched down again the whole side of my skirt slid down a bit more! It slipped like this every time my foot fell.

 The woman laughed and said "now if you were telling the truth about your rules then this bottle will keep pulling on your skirt while you jog, as I see it is already doing, sooner or later it should pull your skirt off completely."

 I was horrified, I stammered out something like "But... I thought... My top... The strap... Please..." I caught myself, I could not ask her to remove it. My skirt had sliped down a little more and I felt completely helpless to prevent it.

 She laughed again and said "You really are not going to remove it? You are just going to let it pull your skirt down?"

 I looked at her hopelessly as my skirt slid down a little more on the left, and said "I told you, I can't!"

 She said "We'll see, I'll keep an eye out for you, who knows maybe you are telling the truth." Then she ran off glancing back at me as she left.

 I didn't know what to do, I kept jogging but with every step my skirt was slipping a little more. It was holding up on the right side for the most part, clinginging desperately to my hip. The left side was now stretched so far that just about my entire left cheek was visible and left side of my crotch was in danger of coming into view.

 I passed a couple runners who gave me very bizzare looks, I heard a runner come up behind me but hold pace back there and not pass me. Josh was watching with a renewed smile on my face.

 People passed going the other direction giving me varying odd looks as my skirt got lower and lower. I heard people coming up behind me but no one passed me besides one older woman who gave me a digusted look.

 After a little while Jenni came back and laughed saying "Wow, I like the modifications to your skirt! You have a few people behind you getting a nice view, trying to figgure out what you are doing."

 By this time most of my butt was exposed and the whole left side of my crotch, as well as the top of my thigh, was visible, my vagina was just barely conceiled. I was holding my right hip up trying desperately to keep that side of my skirt up, making me look like I was jogging with a limp. This had caused the downward motion of my skirt to slow but it was still slipping slowly.

 I replied to Jenni desperately with watery eyes "Can't you fix this, some woman did this, all I was trying to do was get her the pull the strap for Josh, but she did this instead! Now my skirt is falling off."

 Jenni looked at Josh and looked back at me and said "I would fix your skirt for you but your husband seems to really be enjoying it, I think he would want to see the bottle stay on. But if you really want it removed I will do it for you." She actually looked concerned.

 I looked at Jenni and then I looked at Josh and gave up. As much as I hated to agree with Jenni Josh looked really excited, this was going to happen, I told Josh I would do anything for him and this was definately covered under "anything".

 I turned to Jenni and said in a defeated voice "I know, I will continue for him."

 Jenni said something in the way of complementing me but my mind was elsewhere. My skirt had finally reached the apex of my butt on the right side and was now starting to slide down faster. I tried my best to hold my right hip up but it was still slipping little by little.

 Jenni must have noticed the strain on my face because she suddenly asked excitedly "Is it falling!? Perfect, right in front of those nerds playing cards. Ooh, I'm gonna back up to see what the peoples reactions are!"

 With that Jenni slipped back to leave me to my humiliation. I saw the group playing cards, I heard the small group behind me chattering and laughing, and I.could see various people up ahead. All the while my skirt slipped further and further, it was speeding up a little with each slip. I was terrefied! I looked over at Josh as a tear slipped down my cheek. He was smiling at me, and I must admit that made me feel a tiny bit better. 

 Then the moment I had been dreading, the right side of my skirt that was desperately hanging on finally slid down an inch or so and with the next foot fall my whole skirt dropped to the ground and my hands went instinctively to my crotch for cover. 

 I stopped as soon as I felt the skirt fall to make sure I didn't trip, but after it hit the ground I just stood there for a moment with my hands over my crotch. I was frozen, I didn't know what to do. Behind me, people were whistling, hooting, laughing or shouting crude comments. I didn't want to stay but I didn't want to leave my skirt behind either. I looked at Josh and he gave me a signal that told me I should be running.

 With fear and humiliation hammering in my brain as well as laughter and jokes burning in my ears, finally I lifted up my foot and stepped out of my fallen skirt. I forced my legs to start moving again, my left hand still covering my crotch, my right wiping the tears from my eyes.

 Once I was on the move again I noticed Josh waving at me. He made a motion of removing my hands from my crotch. I gave him a pleading look and he just gave me one right back. I whimpered a little and moved my arms like I normally would when I run, completely exposing my crotch to view.

 All around me people were stopping what they were doing to watch me slowly jog by, everyone staring at my shaved crotch and bare butt. Sometimes people would laugh, sometimes they would call me names and one or two actually yelled at me.

 Suddenly I was startled by a bell ring from a bike to my back left and there was a fourty something year old man on his bike. 

 He rode beside me and asked "Miss, are you ok? Do you need help?"

 This made me even more embarrassed, he was talking to me slow and loud like I was a mental patient or something. I blushed bright red and studdered "I am o-ok, I d-don't need help"

 He looked at me with a very odd look and said "You do know you are not wearing any pants right? I saw the card behind your back, is that intentional?"

 I was far to ashamed to worry about my lie about a lot bet so I just said "y-yes, I know I am r-running bottomless, and it is inten-intentional."

 He just looked at me with a mixture of sympathy and confusion, gave my crotch one last look and rode on.

 Behind me I heard a couple of girls and one guy arguing in hushed tones over who was "going to do it?" When finally I heard another male voice break through and say "Fine I'll do it!"

 I heard someone run right up behind me and I tensed for what I knew was coming! He pulled my strap quickly and my top fluttered for a moment and then fell to the ground. My first instinct again was to cover my breasts with my hands but I stopped myself. There was a cheer and another roar of laughter, a man running towards me actually tripped and fell while staring at me.

 I was so humiliated, I whiped a couple more tears from my eyes tried my best to just keep one foot in front of the other. I was very tempted to abandon this "adventure" and run away.

 A shaggy looking man ran up beside me and quickly said "Wow you're hot, and naked! So are you looking to get laid? Cause if you are I could..." 

 Just then Jenni ran up between us and interupted him saying "Sorry, this ass is spoken for!" Slapping my butt as she said "ass".

 I jumped and shot a surprised look at Jenni as the man ran off, looking back at me the whole time.

 Jenni looked at me and said "Don't worry I wont let anyone bugg you. He was right though, you are hott, not that I swing that way but you look really good naked!"

 I blushed bright red again and just stared at her silently.

 Then I heard Josh call Jenni over to him.

 She ran over there and he talked to her for a moment. Then she came running back next to me.

 She said to me with a little dissapointment in her voice "Josh says you can be done for the day, all you have to do is turn around and wave goodbye to the people behind you. You can run right down that path there to get to your car, and you can go as fast as you want."

 I looked and saw Josh already heading in that direction, smiling and waving me over.

 I was so excited to be done! I turned around and waved goodbye to the people behind me and said, "Um, bye everyone."

 This earned me a a few aww, and one person said something to me, but I had already turned and was running quickly back to the car.

 As I caught up to Josh he held out a sun dress for me from the little bag he had. I grabbed it and flung it over my head running beside Josh with Jenni catching up behind.

 All three of us got to the car and Josh shook Jenni's hand saying "Thank you very much for everything today! We will have to meet again sometime."

 Jenni looked at us both and said "About that, I was wondering if maybe you guys could come to a party I am planning. And maybe Kelly(not my real name) could could be involved in some of the entertainment... Or you guys could just come normally, I just want you guys to be there."

 Josh said "Oh I am sure we will be there, just send us the info since you have our number now, and me and my wife will talk about the "entertainment" ok?"

 Jenni gave a little cheer and gave me a huge hug saying "I can not wait to see you again. I really think you are the most real person I know, and I know it might feel wierd but if you ever want to talk, or do normal stuff, like shopping, togather I woild be all for it!"

 I smiled at this not sure why but I actually liked her too, despite the humiliation I had felt at her hands, but I was still not sure so I said "We'll see, I will call and let you know if I can get past the wierdness ok?"

 She did another little cheer and we all waved goodbye and Josh and I got into our car and Josh gave me one of those passionate kisses I had been looking forward to.

 We took our short drive to the same hotel we stayed in on our first adventure, on our way Josh was running his hand up my thigh and getting me excited for what was to come. Not that I needed much help, I knew what was coming in the hotel and I couldn't wait, it was my turn to get what I wanted and Josh would make sure I got it!

 Again we stayed there the whole afternoon and evening and left in the morning. On yhe long trip back we talked about the park and Jenni's proposal. I learned that Jenni actually helped out more than I knew. For one, I guess a lot of people on the path were actually friends of Jenni's, and the whole water bottle fiasco, Jenni set that all up. Though I was curious to note that the good sumaitain who fixed.my skirt early on was not with Jenni, he was just a nice guy. There were other people at the park too of course but a lot of the key players were friends of Jenni.

 She was even involved in the idea for my outfit and stood up for me when Josh's ideas may have made the "adventure" even more difficult. She had to remind him that I wasn't going to know it was set up so I would be very scared as it was.

 The one part that was totally unplanned was my top, Josh wanted to see someone pull it of their own dessign and not have it planned. They both assumed it would happen much earlier, definately before the skirt event. I guess people are mire timid, or moral than they game them credit for.

 Josh told me how he really liked all the planning Jenni did for this, I guess she spent weeks planning the details. She even had plans to get me out of any number of bad situations that could have occured. This made the whole thing seem much safer for me in his eyes. 

 I agreed but still found it hard to believe how many people she knew, or how much planning she must have had to go through! I must admit I had to give credit to Jenny for looking out for me, and my safety.

  We also spoke about Jenni's upcomming party and weather or not I was going to be playing a major role in it or not. Of course Josh was very excited about the possibilites, and we both agreed that having an event with Jenni, after her success at the park, would be safe and unique (as well as terrefying!).

 So needless to say we will be attending Jenni's party and I will be fullfiling some humiating roles in front of all her guests. Also after thinking more about it, I think I will take Jenni up on her offer for some girl time.

 Thats my newes adventure please let us know what you thought of it. I tried a new style, including actual quotes for people when they said something. While I know my memory is not perfect, thequotes should be close, and I thought id added to show peoples personalities more. So please let me know if this style is beter or worse than my last works? Thank you



Humiliated at the Play Party



It was our local BDSM group's monthly play party and Goddess Diana had me dressed up well for it. She had personally handpicked my outfit for that night, and when she saw me in it she couldn't help but tell me I looked "damn sexy."

It was an old "diner girl" outfit we found at a costume shop, one piece with red and white stripes and a skirt part that cut off uncomfortably high on my legs. With it I wore a pair of 6-inch heels, making me stand about 6'5". And topping it off was a large white bow she had me put in my brunette wig, itself styled in curls.

For two weeks before the play party, Goddess Diana had been denying me orgasms, while making me stroke more often than I ever had had to before. When we bought the outfit a week in, she made me stroke to the edge 3 times while trying it on in the fitting room. She said she wanted to make sure I was "good and horny" for the play party so I could serve my proper role for the party.

My role, as it turned out, was to be the "waitress" for the play party. I was to get everyone there snacks, drinks, and whatever else they wanted. I was also to provide foot service for anyone who asked, male or female, and call everyone there either "Sir" or "Ma'am" depending on their gender. I did these tasks rather excitedly, as I had always been interested in being a servant to an entire party of mixed gender.

Most of the guests took me rather light-heartedly. They would tease me a bit, but always tell me in the end I was doing a good job. Very few even asked me for the foot service, whether male or female. In fact, only one man asked me for the foot service--and this is where my story begins to get interesting.

This man went by the name of Lord Steel in our BDSM circle and had always intimidated me a bit. Everything I wasn't, he was. I was skinny and weak; he was built and strong. I had very feminine features; his face and jawline reminded me of a comic book superhero. And tonight, while I was dressed as a diner girl, he was dressed in tight leather pants, no shirt, and a leather jacket that left his washboard abs exposed.

I was just walking back with a glass of water for one of the other guests when I felt a tug at my skirt. I turned around and there was Lord Steel.

"Hey, sweetheart," he said. "How about some of that foot service your Mistress offered you up for?"

"Yes Sir," I said in reply, almost without thinking. "Just let me bring Donna some water." 

But for whatever reason, I truly did not feel comfortable massaging this man's feet, and I must have pushed it to the back of my mind, because soon I had forgotten about it. Half an hour passed, and as I was heating up some pizza rolls, Goddess Diana walked into the kitchen.

"Stephanie..." Diana said, addressing me by my sissy name.

I turned around with a jolt. "Yes Goddess Diana? I was just getting some pizza rolls ready to serve to the guests."

"Aren't you forgetting something?" she asked.

"Um..."

"Didn't you tell someone you'd give him a foot massage?"

"Y... yes Goddess Diana... I apologize, I'll get right on that."

"You better," Diana sternly said. "You make me look bad when you forget something. I was going to let you cum at the end of tonight, but if you don't do your job you'll have to wait ANOTHER 2 weeks. I'll heat up the pizza rolls--you go massage Mr. Steel's feet."

"Yes Goddess Diana."

I went into the other room, and Lord Steel was seated on the reclining chair. I swallowed my pride and walked up to him.

"Umm, Lord Steel... would you still like me to massage your feet?"

"Sure, Steph," he said. He reclined back in the chair and put his feet up. "You can start by removing my boots."

They were brown cowboy boots, with spurs and everything. I had never had to remove a shoe like that off anyone, but it did not prove to be too difficult. I then got his socks off, and began massaging his left foot.

The whole time he seemed very excited by what I was doing. A few times he got into it and said things like "That's right baby, worship these feet," and "You like doing my feet, don't you, slut?" Per Goddess Diana's instructions, I had to answer "Yes Lord Steel."

When it was finished, I put his socks and cowboy boots back on his feet and then kissed each boot as Goddess Diana had taught me to. Then I got up and took everyone's drink orders. After about 15 minutes, nature began to call for the first time that night, and I noticed I really had to pee.

I went to the upstairs bathroom and shut the door behind me, sitting down to pee as I always did when dressed as "Stephanie." I thought about Lord Steel's feet and began to get the uncomfortable thought that it was strangely arousing to be called a "slut" by that man.

Suddenly I heard the doorknob turn. Apparently I had forgotten to lock the door! "Someone's in here!" I shouted. But whoever it was evidently didn't hear me, and walked right into the bathroom.

It was Lord Steel, and he was staring at me.

Terrified to tell him to leave, I finished up my business, stood up and slid my panties back up. The whole time he just stared. As I washed my hands, he kept staring at me.

Finally I got fed up and decided to break the silence. "Enjoying the view?" I asked flirtfully.

"Quiet," he responded.

"I'm sorry, but--"

"I said be quiet, slut!" he said, somewhat agitates, and covered my mouth with his hand. "No one can now we're in here together."

When he took his hand off my mouth, I said "You must be mistaken, Sir. I'm only to provide foot and food service tonight, not anything else. You can ask Goddess Diana if you want clarification."

"That doesn't matter," Lord Steel said. "If you don't do what I tell you, I'm going to tell your Goddess that I asked you for another massage, and you not only refused but called me all sorts of names. What are some names you might call me?"

"Ummm," I said. "Neanderthal?"

"That's a good one," he said. "I'll tell her you called me a neanderthal. Now, are you going to be at the mercy of your Goddess, or are you going to do what I say?"

I thought for a bit. At this point it was his word against mine. I had already messed up once before, and Goddess Diana would believe that I did it again. And if he told her those things, Goddess Diana would be mad--and I'd have to go through 2 more weeks of chastity.

"What do you have in mind?" I asked.

He pulled down his leather pants, revealing a pair of black boxers. Then to my horror, through the hole in his boxers came a cock bigger than I had ever seen outside of movies. It was probably 8 inches long and incredibly thick.

"On your knees, bitch," he said, "if we're going to do things my way."

I stood there in silence.

Suddenly, Lord Steel hit me with a slap across the face. "Do it!"

I got on my knees and took his cock in my hand. It was already semi-hard, and it took little effort for me to get it hard. I had never given a blowjob before but this seemed to come naturally to me.

"Good girl," he moaned. "You're doing great. You were really teasing me tonight with that diner girl outfit, you know. I just couldn't resist you in that outfit. But now I have you... my own little cocksucking diner girl."

On the few times when I messed up, he would correct me. "Use more tongue," he would say sometimes. Or "Not so hard, diner girl."

Pretty soon he was moaning like crazy and was beginning to fuck my face a bit, and I knew he was going to cum soon. I was about to ask what he wanted me to do with the cum when he answered as if anticipating my question. "Swallow it," he demanded.

When he came, I swallowed every ounce of his cum. I had learned to eat my own cum before, but never someone else's, and his tasted differently. Still, I was still able to do it with no problems, largely out of fear of what would happen if I didn't.

"That's a good girl," he said as I licked the last bits of cum off his cock. "I'll go down first and then you come down in 10 minutes. That way we don't arouse suspicion."

"Yes Sir."

"Tell me the truth, Steph," he said and then looked me in the eyes. "Did you enjoy that?"

"...Yes, I did Sir. Thank you very much." I wasn't lying. It had been one of the most exhilarating times of my life and I was harder than a rock underneath my panties.

"I knew you would."

He left and went downstairs. I waited 10 minutes like he said, thinking about what I had just done. I felt conflicted over doing something like that without Goddess Diana's permission, though I had little choice. I began to think it would have been better to just try to explain things to her, rather than doing what Lord Steel told me to.

But still, I felt hornier than I had in a long time.

When I went downstairs, Goddess Diana looked furious. She couldn't possibly know, could she? I thought.

"Stephanie!"

"Y...y...y..."

"Answer me!"

"Yes Goddess?"

"Lord Steel tells me he asked you to give him another foot massage and you refused. He said you called him a neanderthal. Is this true?"

"W...what? But..."

"But what?"

"Nothing," I said. "It's true."

"You're just trying to be bad, aren't you?" Goddess Diana asked. "Since you've been misbehaving so gravely all night, you don't get to cum for another MONTH. And I think Lord Steel should get to punish you too. Don't you agree, Stephanie?"

"But..."

"DON'T YOU?"

"B...yes Goddess," I said, resignedly.

"Lord Steel has suggested that as punishment, he be allowed to spank you in front of everyone here. I have agreed with this. So go get over Lord Steel's knee over there on the couch."

I followed her instructions and bent over Lord Steel's knee, and he proceeded to give me the spanking of my life. I felt so humiliated that I almost started to cry, but would not allow myself to. The rest of the group pointed and cheered him on, saying things like "That's what a girl gets for disrespecting one of our members." Lord Steel, for his part, kept calling me a "disobedient little whore" and said he was teaching me some "manners." The spanking lasted at least half an hour, at which point I was taken off Lord Steel's knee and given aftercare by Goddess Diana.

"I can't believe you," Goddess Diana said when it was over. "What has gotten into you? You have embarrassed both of us."

"I'm sorry, Goddess," I said.

"Well you should be. Because you're not going to cum for a LONG time, and to ensure you don't embarass me again, Lord Steel has agreed to come over every week and help teach you some manners!"



Humiliated by a Co-ed in Public



I have spent a lot of time with Sandy in my last year here at McGill. Sandy is a freshman, and I met her when I was speaking at her orientation. We hit it off, and I have helped her navigate the school, sometimes even helped her with her homework. Mostly though, we just hang out. Sandy is pretty in the way a fresh faced college blonde co-ed can be without even trying. She seldom wears make-up. She wears jeans more often than a skirt but her tight body turns heads wherever she she goes.

One night last week Sandy was turning more heads than normal. She wore an old t shirt, had her hair back in a ponytail, but her cut off denim shorts exposed just a hint of her ass cheeks. Although we were just pals, Sandy knew I thought she was hot. I had admitted this to her more than once after drinks had given me the courage to do so. One night at a party she had even let me kiss her a little, but she wouldn't let anything more happen and we never talked about it after. She did continue to tease me from time to time, asking me if I thought he looked good in a tight t-shirt, or chastising me playfully if she caught me looking at her legs. One time at her friend Janice's apartment, she had me give her a shoulder massage and while I tended to her she told her friend I was her 'back-up boyfriend'. Somehow that made me feel more hopeful than angry. 

Anyway, on this particular night, we had both had several drinks and it was clear she knew the effect she was having on me. She touched my arm a lot at the bar and had a mischievous look in her eyes. When we went to the convenience store for some munchies, I think she deliberately bent way over to look at the chip selection, knowing I couldn't help but enjoy the view of her ass. 

We decided, as buzzed people sometimes do, that it would be fun to head out for some late night bowling. On the way over Sandy sat pushed against me in the back seat of the taxi, and I felt my cock stiffen. I could have sworn she looked right at it a couple of times. 

We got more drinks when we arrived then took our lane. I could see the teasing was going to continue as she told me to make sure I watched her 'form' as she bowled. She proceeded to only knocked down 5 pins in her first frame. I was up next and could feel the effect of drinks as I bowled right into the gutter. Sandy laughed loud and made sure the four girls bowling in the next lane over noted my gutter ball as well. I felt myself blush and tried to look away from the five girls, but Sandy wasn't letting me off the hook. 

"You going to be able to keep up with me tonight Andy?" she mocked. I have always thought of myself as a pretty good bowler, certainly better than Sandy based on the one other time I had played her. 

One of the girls from the next table joined in, "Come on Andy...you're going to let a girl beat you?"

I rushed my next ball. I didn't get a gutter but only knocked down three pins. The girls laughed again at how bad I was. A red-headed girl at the next table said I seemed to have a hard time picking up the ball.

I looked down, defeated, and for a moment Sandy seemed to empathize, putting her hand on my back. "It's ok Andy...it's a long game." 

I smiled up at her as I sat down then she threw down the gauntlet, "Why don't we make a bet on who will win?"

I saw the other girls look over with interest. "Yeah...sure...what's the bet?" I sputtered out with confidence. 

Sandy locked eyes with me with a smug look on her face and I felt a wave of inferiority run up my body. 

"If I win, you're my bitch for an hour, doing whatever I tell you to." she said with a serious tone. 

I laughed it off, "And if I win?" 

"You get to see my tits." she said, now with a smirk on her face. She cupped them through her shirt. "You'd like that, wouldn't you?"

I said nothing, then realized I was mesmerized by her tits, which Sandy was now holding in front of my face.

"I...ummm..."

"Do it!" one of the girls from the next lane called out. I looked over and realized they were all watching. My mind raced. I am a better bowler, I thought, and I would love to see those tits. But I wasn't sure what it would mean to be her...bitch if I lost. 

I looked up at Sandy with her smug look, and remembered the time I had kissed those lips. My decision making became clouded. I really wanted her. I felt like she was challenging me to prove I was a man, and realized I couldn't miss the opportunity to prove it to her. 

"Yeah," I said sounding petulant. I tired to sound more manly, "Yes, you're on. Let's do this."

Sandy laughed and I watched her turn, then watched her ass sway away. I watched her expose more ass cheek as she bent over for the ball, then admired her as she threw a ball for 8 pins. She seemed pleased with herself but I was staring at her tits, imagining how nice it would be to see them. Sandy picked up the spare and high-fived one of the girls in the next lane. 

I stood up, up feeling anxious that Sandy may be a better bowler than I gave her credit for, and was greeted by Sandy laughing and the girls in the next lane giggling. I realized I was sporting a small tent in my pants as I had got hard looking at Sandy. I blushed bright red and shifted my cock to more squeals. I rushed my first bowl, throwing it into the gutter and heard hoots and taunts. I tried hard to focus on my next throw, but my confidence was shaken and I knocked down 5 pins.

This set the tone for our match. Sandy was confident, steady and solid, picking up a few spares and two strikes. I just could not string things together. It didn't help that the girls in the next lane would sometimes flash leg while I got ready to release the ball, and certainly not when Sandy would rub against me as she finished her turn and I was walking up for mine. In the seventh frame I showed signs of life, and bowled a strike. I watched Sandy take her turn and I sat and tried to psych myself up. Sandy stopped and whispered something to the redheaded girl from the lane next to us and the two of them walked over to me. 

"Michael," Sandy said sweetly, "Liz says you have been checking out my ass all night." She paused. She slowly turned, showing me her ass. Her shorts were hiked up even more so half of both her ass cheeks were exposed. "Do you think I look too slutty in this?"

The two girls giggled and Sandy's new friend Liz pointed at the new erection I had formed. I felt dizzy with a mix of excitement and shame. I knocked down only 5 pins in two tries and Sandy went on to beat me handily. 

When Sandy bowled her last frame the girls in the next lane had stopped playing altogether and were catcalling me "Loser!", "Bitch!". Some people from several lanes down turned to see what was going on.

I wanted to melt into my seat and disappear, but as Sandy walked towards me I felt myself harden a little yet again. God, she is hot. 

Sandy now stood over me and looked down with a sexy smirk. "Aww, well you tried your best didn't you bitch?"

I nodded, unsure of how to salvage the situation. 

"Why don't you go fetch me a beer and these girls some Cokes while I talk with them about what comes next?"

My head was spinning as I went to get the drinks. Sandy was the girl I fantasized about all the time. I was turned on by the fact that she was teasing me, but also fearful that she would truly humiliate me. How could she ever see me as a boyfriend if I was her...'bitch'? I felt my cock rise and tried to think of something else so the girls wouldn't have one more thing to mock me about.

I came back over and served the drinks to everyone, then Sandy pointed to the seat beside her. 

"So, we're clear, right? You're my bitch and you'll do whatever I say?"

My head hung a little as she taunted me, but I nodded slowly. A deal is a deal I thought.

Sandy sat close to me and pushed her tits together. "I'm sorry you won't be seeing these...I know you were all excited."

The redheaded girl giggled and pointed to the tent that once again formed in my pants.

"Awww." Sandy said. "How cute. So excited, so easily. Stand up so all the girls can see."

I stood up, face beet red and shaking a little and all the girls looked at my cock through my pants. One girl took pictures as she giggled. I wanted to melt into the floor.

"Are you shy standing up in front of everyone?" Sandy mocked me without mercy. Kneel down bitch. 

Seeing she was serious I stumbled down to my knees, looking up at her. 

"Take off my bowling shoes." I leaned forward and started to untie her shoes. 

"Faster bitch. Then the socks."

I took off both her shoes, my heart beating as I tried to please her. I then peeled off her little white socks, revealing Sandy's freshly pink pedicured toes. 

"You don't to see my tits, but aren't you grateful to see my bare feet?" 

I couldn't bring myself to look at the girls I knew were behind me, listening to every word. I looked down at Sandy's feet. 

"Yes..." I thought and cleared my throat, "...thank you."

The girls started to giggle again but Sandy remained demanding.

"You're welcome. You may kiss them."

I started to look up at Sandy, but as I caught her looking down at me I couldn't manage to keep her stare. I quickly looked down again, and seeing her toes wiggling, realized what I needed to do. I bent forward, trying to ignore the girls' giggles and taunts, and kissed each of her feet.

"Oh my god he's doing it!", one of the girl laughed.

Unsure at whether two kisses would suffice I bent forward again and kissed each foot three more times. I looked up at Sandy who smirked approvingly. 

"Good boy, you can get up and sit down before you make a scene", she directed. 

I was grateful to get off my knees and sat back down on the bench. I was very aware that all the girls were still watching me, and couldn't bear to look around the alley to see if we had drawn attentions from the other bowlers. 

I looked up at Sandy, trying to plead with my eyes for her to have mercy on me. 

"Hmmm..." she thought aloud. 

Sandy addressed the girls who seemed to have formed her fan club, "You see Andy has always had quite a crush on me. Isn't that true Andrew?"

I gave a slight nod and looked down. 

"You must feel terrible you won't get to see my tits, especially since your cock has been hard most of the night."

She paused and I looked down, trying not to think about Sandy's perfect tits. 

"Tell you what. I will let you have some relief. I want you to put you hand in your pants and jack yourself off to me. I will stand here, fully dressed for your enjoyment."

My mouth went dry and I looked up at her disbelieving. 

"And while you do that I want you to tell me how much you fantasize about me...how much you wish you could have me."

I nodded, feeling unable to refuse her but even as I did so I realized how degrading this would be. 

"Go ahead" red headed Liz giggled, "we're waiting."

I swallowed hard, then lifted my shaking hand and slipped it into my jeans. My already hard cock got harder as I grabbed it and I found myself slowly stroking it in from of Sandy and the other girls. I looked at Val's legs, her tits pushing against her t shirt, and down at her bare feet.

"Tell me Andy...tell me how much you want me" Sandy chided.

I started to tell her, and as I did so I lost myself. "Oh Sandy it's true you're my fantasy. I love your body, and I do wish I could have seen your tits. I think you're beautiful and I still remember the night you let me kiss you. You have such sexy legs, such perfect skin. I want you so much. When I am with other girls I think of you..."

My free flow of thoughts were interrupted by the laughter of the girls. I looked up at Sandy who was not laughing, but instead looking at me with a mix of amusement, bewilderment and superiority. 

I felt overwhelmed by emotions. I was completely humiliated by what my friend was making me do, in public, in front of strangers, but I also felt closer than ever to Sandy. At that moment I gave myself to her completely and I felt myself started to shoot into my hand. 

As I finished the girl squealed and Sandy bent over and kissed my forehead. 

"You did well Andy." she said sweetly. "I think we can forget the bet now. You have always been my bitch and going forward I expect you to act as such. Understood."

I felt my soft, wet cock twitch in my hand and a tear form in my eye. I nodded somberly, confirming what was clear to everyone looking on.



Humiliated by a Slut (and Loved It)



When I was eighteen, I had a girlfriend named Sasha who I eventually found out was cheating on me. Being young and in love for the first time, I told Sasha that I forgave her and that I wanted to stay together. In the weeks after that conversation our relationship changed drastically. Sasha began going out all night without telling where she was. She would come over to my place in the middle of the night, smelling of booze and looking like a hot mess. She began belittling me in front of others, sometimes childlike name calling, other times really embarrassing me by revealing details about our sex life. 

One night, before we finally broke up, Sasha burst into my apartment at two in the morning, completely drunk. I stumbled out of my room half asleep to see her taking her boots off by the door.

"Babe? What are you doing? Where were you?" I asked while rubbing my eyes.

She didn't answer, just took off her jacket and dropped it on the floor. She looked amazing, she always did, ever since the whole cheating and forgiveness ordeal however, she started dressing WAY more provocatively. That night she had on a slutty little black dress that just barely covered her pert nineteen year old ass. 

She stumbled towards me, took my hand and led me to the bedroom. 

I immediately stripped her naked and began groping her like only a horny teenager could. She moaned and groaned and seemed to really be getting into things. When I stood up to take off the sweats I was sleeping in however she snapped at me in a very orderly fashion,

"Don't you dare take those off!"

I was a little confused but just as I opened my mouth to protest she sat bolt upright and slapped me across the face hard. 

My face stung and I could feel a tear beginning to well in my eye. Without giving me the opportunity to protest Sasha pulled me down onto the bed so I was lying on top of her.

I tried to kiss her but she turned her face to the side, instead she started pushing my head down her body.

"Lick me!" she ordered.

I didn't quite know what was going on with all the slapping and ordering but I always loved to lick Sasha's bald pussy so I didn't hesitate.

When I pulled her thong to the side to get a taste however I was greeted by something new. A large trickle of cum was running out of my girlfriends pussy, she had obviously just been fucked and not by me.

Staring at her perfect snatch smeared with a strangers cum, my mind raced. I knew I should have been furious but I wasn't, I was incredibly turned on. I dove right in, licking her pussy and tasting cum for the very first time. Sasha rode my face harder than ever before. As I licked, she kept moaning, 

"ohhhhh you fucking slut, lick that cunt".

She had never spoken to me like that before, I felt both humiliated and very excited. 

As I was reaching for my cock, Sasha came, grinding against my face and gushing it with cum and juices. 

"My turn?" I asked as I stood up.

Sasha just rolled over away from me without saying a word.

I felt pathetic. 

My girlfriend had obviously cheated on me again and instead of being a man and handling the situation, I licked some stud's cum out of her pussy. To make things even worse, my slut girlfriend then wanted nothing to do with me, she didn't even want to fuck me, only to get off and humiliate me in the process.

Despite feeling like a wuss, I was still turned on and my dick was still rock hard. I sat on the edge of the bed and jerked my cock as my girlfriend slept beside me. After cumming all over my chest, I went to the living room, layed down, and slept on the couch.

We split up shortly after that night. I was pretty devastated initially. For months I would jerk off furiously while thinking about her fucking other guys and then coming back to fuck me. I knew my fantasies were a little weird, but I didn't really care. Eventually, enough time passed and I got on with my life. I went to college, got a good job, started my own business, met a great girl, fell in love and got married. Six years after Sasha, my life was going great.

The series of stories to follow are all about how my ex girlfriend returned to my life and turned my world up side down...