Humiliation - Part 1 - a Work in Progress
by unknown

 

Iawoke, dreading the day ahead. i knew, even before that scowl crossed the face that i have come to love, that i displeased you last night by my reluctance to perform for you in public. And i knew that the day would bring warranted punishment for that failure.

The day progressed without a word from you, and i grew more and more anxious with the lack of contact. The pager didn't vibrate, the phone didn't ring,and, for once, the only e-mail was an annoying ad for the "Ecstacy Tape." A bratty thought crossed my mind, and i toyed with the idea of ordering it for myself, "just in case."

My musings were caught short by the knock on the door. The delivery man(distringuished, tall,with a broad chest and curly dark brown hair and graying temples) scanned my living room with his dark brown eyes, and i knew he caught sight of the rope and restraints lying there beside the couch. A knowing smile danced across his face, and my face flushed in embarassment.

i signed for the envelope, gave him something makin to a flirty wink, tipped him and closed the door. With characteristic curiosity, i ripped open the envelope, taking care not to tear whatever nestled inside.

The note was hastily scrawled in your familiar nearly-illegible script. i sighed with relief when i saw the single-word signature ... Master...until i read the words you had written...

"Pet, you have displeased me... and you have broken your promise to obey all of my commands. I have no choice but to punish you for this indiscretion, in a way i know you will not like.

The person who is delivering this is a friend, also a very experienced Master, and he is standing in my stead while i am out of town. Prepare yourself for him as you would me; and obey his instructions, as you would mine. I'll call you tonight, and will expect a full report from you. Of course, I will talk with him too..so make me proud of you. You will be safe, and he will respect all of your limits. Love, Master."

My hands ... nay, my whole body ... shook as i re-opened the door. He stood there, still, not smiling any longer, but awaiting my reaction and next move. i invited him back inside, bade him sit down, and turned to excuse myself to prepare myself for my punishment

. "Have you asked my permission to leave?" He shook his head in disapproval and i returned to stand before him, eyes lowered, hands behind my back. "You'll need this." He handed me a box that he had hidden behind his back. With a nod, he motioned me to leave to prepare. "You have 10 minutes," he added as i turned to leave.

Trembling, i went into the bedroom and opened the box. It held a leather waist harness with a crotch strap, an open padlock, 5" black pumps, black silk seamed thigh high stockings, a black lace garter belt, and a piece of fabric that i imagined was supposed to intended to cover my body.. yeahright

. At the bottom of the box lay a note which read... 'Wear this.. nothing else. Full makeup. Red lips. Slut red lips. I want you to look the slut you are. Do not lock the padlock... I will do that when you are fully prepared.' i looked out my first-floor window and thought first of escaping

. But my devotion and need to please you overruled those thoughts, and i dressed as instructed. The stockings seemed to glide over my skin, and i took great care to make sure the seams were arrow-straight. i wrestled a bit with the garters, and viewed my reflection in the mirror to see them lying seductively over the rise of my ass. The harness fit tight around my waist, and the strap chafed at the tender folds of flesh between my thighs as i pulled it up between my legs and let it dangle there.

i slipped the so-called dress over my head and pulled it down as far as it would go. It was no more than a tube of stretchy latex that fit like a second skin. i could cover my breasts, or my sex.... but not both. Opting for the lesser of two evils, i pulled it down as far as i could without exposing my nipples,stepped into the shoes, carefully applied my makeup, and returned to the living room. i knew the tops of the stockings showed, and knew that i looked slutty-- very slutty

. Totally slutty. Transformed into a slut in 12 minutes. Not quite 10, but a personal best for me. i was sure that would be acceptable. The dress crept up with every movement, and my efforts at discretion were for naught. i sighed, surrendered to the inevitable, and announced "i'm ready, Sir."

"No... not quite. Turn, bend and spread your ass cheeks--wide." He saw my hesitation as i noticed the black steel plug, glistening from the lubricant he had already applied to it, that he held in his hand. "NOW" he ordered. i complied with his order, trembling and shaking. i felt him press the plug against the tiny rosebud, twisting and turning it, pressing harder and harder as it claimed and came to rest inside me.

i sensed motion behind me, and felt a very small finger-size object inserted deep within my sex. A soft moan escaped my lips as the sense of full penetration overtook me.

"Turn" came the softspoken yet powerful command. My eyes, fearing to catch his gaze, closed unconsciously. "No.. open your eyes.. you are to watch what I am doing. Strong, gentle fingers parted my nether lips and brushed gently against the inner softness, testing my state of arousal, before he pulled the leather strap up tight against me.

He took the padlock from me, gave the strap a firm tug, and closed the padlock around the harness loop with a resounding "click" that filled the silence of the room. i felt ready to split from the leather strap,dildo and plug, and i found that i could not close my thighs. i stood, legs spread wide, feeling very much the strumpet. i blushed as i smelled my unmistakable scent of sex, and i realized that he must smell it as well.

"You were two minutes late. We will have to find two punishments.. one for each minute." He reached into his pocked and pulled out two very small objects, which i quickly recognized as clamps. He nonchalently pulled my dress down with a single swift motion and smiled as he noticed my already-erect nipples. "My, my" he said. "You really are something aren't you? Cunt wet, nipples hard. Such a slut." My cheeks flamed at his calling me 'slut'... did he know how embarassed i was at that word?

Had you told him of my dislike of being called 'slut' or 'cunt'... or was that a punishment he had devised on his own? First one clamp, then the other, claimed the ready nipples firmly but not too harshly. Reading the look of gratitude in my eyes, he spoke evenly. "We will start our slowly. Never fear. You won't be bored with these by the end of the evening.

" His fingers reached out to pinch and tug on the left clamp,sending waves of painful arousal throughout my body. He carefully pulled my dress up to just cover my nipples. "Now we're ready to go," he announced casually. As i reached for my coat, i heard him say

"That won't be necessary, the car is warm. At least it was... but judging by how hot you are right now, a little cold won't bother you." i was forced to leave my home, in full view of the neighbors, in the middle of the day, in the company of a stranger, bedecked as the cheapest of streetwalkers.

Well, it was a good thing i'm moving in a few days.. i could never face those people again, i thought. He opened the door for me and watched as i tried to smooth the tiny fabric down as i sat. "That won't be necessary, either," he chuckled. "The truckers on the freeway will enjoy the view. Pull it up, please. And pull the top down." We did not speak during the drive. There i sat, essentially nude but for that annoying strap of leather covering my filled sex and ass, being driven through my hometown, towards God knows where.

Well, before long, i found out. We pulled into the parking lot of the adult bookstore just as all the horny business men were going for their 5:00 entertainment, before going home to their wives and families. "Get out of the car. Here's $50.. you are to go in and tell the clerk, in a loud voice, that your Master has ordered you to buy the largest vibrator they carry. i understand that the one you're using now has seen better days.. and your Master thinks you need a replacement. And then you are to ask if they know of anyone who is looking for a date tonight. I have friends in the store.. you will not know who they are.. and they will tell me if you do not obey these instructions. And bring back the change."

"Yes Sir."

i could hardly find the breath to speak these simple words, much less what he was telling me i had to say. i was mortified.. yet strangly excited by the prospect of following these instructions. i knew that the men in the store would overhear the conversation and knew how they would react to the idea of a woman needing both a large vibrator and a date. i gathered my courage, mustering every remnant of dignity possible, opened the door and got out of the car. i straightened my skirt, not even attempting to pull it down at this point, and wobbled across the gravel-coated parking lot. The door screamed as i opened it, and it seemed that every head in the store,turned to look at me as i entered. Naturally, it was a man behind the counter

. My luck. i scanned the store,searching for a friendly female face, but found none. i avoided the gazes of the patrons as i strode through the counter, full of false confidence and determined to put on an Oscar-worthy performance. "my Master has told me to come buy the largest vibrator you carry." i know i spoke the words, but nothing came out. My voice was failing me... i would not let it. Stronger, more forcefully, i took a deep breath (which only served to make the clamps tug against the fabric of the dress and send tortuous tremors through me) and announced again "my Master has ordered me tobuy the largest vibrator you carry..... and i'm also wondering if you know anybody who needs a date for tonight." i swear, my words echoed across the room. And i knew that everyone was looking at me now.. because smiles came across several faces, and i heard an evil snicker from behind the rack of girlie magazines

. A couple whispered to each other and moved toward me, the woman licking her lips laciviously. The clerk (why do they always look so skaggy in these places?) led me to the display of vibrators, all the while staring at my exposed body. He pointed out the 20" inch, 5" in diameter model, which he assured me was a gag (in more ways than one) that he usually sold for bachelorette parties. Well that *was* the largest one on the shelf, and i *always* obey my instructions ...so i handed him the cash, told him not to bother wrapping it.. and carried it proudly out of the store. i even managed to caress it once, sliding my fingers around the shaft and stroking it, as i passed the girlie magazine display and the man i knew had snickered.

Fortunately, he let my question about the date pass without comment. Whew. My adventure was finished, and i was proud that i had performed so well. i strutted back to the car, filled with toys and self-confidence.... ... until i saw his face, and saw the stern look there, where i had expected approval. "My pet, i think you may have made a tactical error there. But it's your choice and certainly in keeping with the slut image you're projecting today. Now.. for our next stop." i quaked in fear at his words "next stop." i thought that the adventure was done... in truth, it was just beginning... i adjusted my body on the car seat, sitting as i had been instructed: my dress pulled up, thighs parted, dress pulled down to expose my clamped nipples.

My fingers unconsciously stroked the leather strap between my legs, and i was amazed to find it soaked with the evidence of my arousal. The effect of being filled with the finger-sized dildo and plug... the effect of having them rub against me, and each other, as i walked to and from the store... the effect of the humilating performance i had just concluded... the effect of being desired by all in the store... had enveloped me, and as i settled in the car, i felt an overwhelming urge to cum...

"Did i give you permission to touch yourself, slut? Must I remind you where to put your hands?" "No, Sir", i replied, as i moved them behind my neck, entwining the fingers as i had been instructed and exposing my breasts to full view. i prayed that he wouldn't catch the smell of sex that was wafting from my open thighs. i prayed that, for once, a dom wouldn't be able to read the need of a sub, and that he would leave me to my personal agony. i squirmed on the seat, trying to move the leather strap just enough to give me some release. He started the car but did not put it in gear. We continued to sit in the parking lot, and i wondered why he lingered. We sat there, silent, seemingly waiting for something.

The door to the adult book store opened, and i saw the man who had been standing at the girlie magazines. He walked over to the car... to my side of the car ... oh god now what, i thought... and then opened the door of the car parked beside ours.

He sat behind the wheel of his car and stared at me. i felt motion on the seat beside me and turned to look at my companion. My eyes followed as he reached into his coat pocket, remove a cassette tape, and slide it casually into the tape player. i closed my eyes and my face flushed, as i realized it was the autosuggestion tape you had made to train me to cum on command. We had used the tape--the sound of your voice counting to 10--on several occasions. i had been well trained, so that the sound of "8" started to trigger the physical response, and "10" sent me over the edge. my body arched involuntarily as i heard that beloved voice counting..."ONE".... "TWO".... "THREE".... my eyes closed and i writhed and strained against the strap, seeking some release from the physical need that wracked my body and mind. i didn't care that two men... strangers... were watching me

. And i didn't care about the increased torture my clamped breasts would endure after the climax. i only knew that i needed to cum. i felt his fingers toying with my breasts, tightening and then pulling on the clamps that so erotically held the my nipples captive. "FOUR".... "FIVE"...."SIX" i felt my body responding, waves of passion building toward the inevitable explosion i always enjoyed. i surrendered to the feeling and prepared myself to enjoy the dizzying sensation of cumming."SEVEN"....

The clamps were quickly removed, and i felt the rush of sweet sensation filling my soul as the relief swelled within me. .... and then, the *click* of the tape being removed, and his voice replacing yours, commanding me "STOP" "STOP" "I have not given you permission to cum... and you will NOT do so." A mournful sob escaped my lips as i realized i would be denied the release i needed. My mind reeled with arousal and desire and screaming for the pleasure i sought. "Open your eyes and look to your right," he commanded.

i obeyed, and saw the man in the next car in the unmistakable motion of a man relieving his own sexual tension. i saw his eyes close and watched his face reflect the ecstacy he must have felt as he splashed against the windshield. i was enthralled with the sight of him, jealous of his release, and longing for my own. i watched as he reached up, took a finger and cleaned off the window, and held the finger to me, as if offering his cum to me.

He brought his hand to his mouth, blew me a kiss, and drove away. "Well, that's the first orgasm you've inspired today, little slut...that we know about. I wonder how many more there will be before tonight is finished." "Well, let's see. You had those lovely little clamps on your nipples for about 30 minutes. I understand that you're quite enamored of nipple pain. I wonder if you miss those sweet little tortures." With those words, he reached over and gave five very quick pinches to my left nipple. The rapid application and release of pressure brought tears to my eyes, but i was determined not to let him see my anguish.

With my fingers entwined behind my neck, i was unable to prevent his toying with my breasts. His fingers brushed the end of my nipple, sending tremors through me. "Hmmmmm... a little tender, perhaps?

Well, I'm sure it's something a little slut like you can tolerate. If you're very good, or even if you are not, you'll have the pleasure of your clamps again in a bit. Maybe I'll put them on again over dinner. Have you ever eaten at 801 Grand?" Oh God. The plushest restaurant in town. i used to work downtown, and knew that it was a first-rate establishment, frequented by many of my business associates.

And i also knew that people *dined* there... sometimes for two hours or more. "No Sir" my voice quavered. "Good. Then 801 Grand it is. Put this on. I would hate to be embarassed by having you turned away at the door. I have my image to protect, you know." His words rang in my ears as he handed me a lovely velvet dinner jacket. i unclasped my hands, pulled my dress down to a respectable length to cover the tops of my stockings, slipped my arms into the sleeves of the jacket, and motioned to fasten the buttons.

"Not yet. I like the view. You can arrange yourself that AFTER we have stopped at the valet stand. Back the way you were, dear little slut," he commanded, and opened the jacket to display my breasts. i returned my hands to their former position behind my neck.

He put the car in gear, and we drove away.