Humiliation

The text came about an hour before he was due home. *had a fuck-ugly, shit-tastic day. be ready.* Well, if he'd had a bad day, she knew how to make him feel better. The outfit was one of his favorites, a creative web of string with slightly wider patches that might keep the wearer from being arrested. She loosened her hair, letting the chestnut mass wave naturally around her shoulders, and carefully applied heavy black kohl around her eyes.

"Knife-ears, Knife-ears!" The children ran around the street shouting the name over and over again, laughing amongst themselves as Allisa walked past them, her armour clanking with every step. Allisa scowled at the little humans but she didn't dare do anything else. Were this Severterzem, her home, even the youngest of children would bow their heads when a noble such as Allisa walked by. Proper respect was ingrained within the dark elf culture, but clearly humans lacked the same values.

Author's note: I'm glad people have enjoyed the first part of my story! As a recap, Allisa has come to Elswick to submit terms of trade to the Bishop, Sera, and has been soundly humiliated by the human. I hope the second part lives up to expectations. It's a little juicier than the first! * "Good girl," Sera said. There was the creak of wood and Allisa turned to look over, but a hand held her head in place.

There was running water in the background. Hannah knew more than anyone that this was never a good a sign about where the day was headed. Which doesn't stop her from stripping, eyes still closed. Master didn't expect her to wake up when he began to prep for a scene this early, but it was always nice to surprise him. To be ready by the time he came out from the bathroom.

(written by my lovely angel, Diana after the scene described herein) * She hung there in a state of complete depletion, the fact that the phrase itself was an oxymoron not escaping her notice. The mental exhaustion was almost harder to bear than the physical exhaustion, which was strange because she'd always considered her strong mind one of her best assets. In lots of ways, he was teaching her that she was his vessel, his alone .

Driving home, Darrell Plunkett certainly hoped that Bootsie had changed her mind. He knew that Bootsie was jealous of Thelma; Darrell's secretary was quite a dish, and sweet and charming in a way that his wife wasn't though of course Bootsie served Darrell's needs well. "You know it depends on you, Darrell." Bootsie had said, smiling the night before. "If you want to have a release, you have to do it on my terms.

Disclaimer: Although all characters in the following story are completely fictional, they are also completely over the age of 18. Part 5 - You're Humiliated, But I Want More - In the crowd, women are cheering and boys are crying. You lost your title, to a girl! You were the undefeated champion! Oh, you poor baby! -Hahaha- Not anymore! I took your championship belt away from you in just the second round!

Disclaimer: Although all characters in the following story are completely fictional, they are also completely over the age of 18. Part 6 - The In-ring Interview and Pandemonium in the Crowd - Your naked cock flutters in the cool air of the arena, painfully erect, and desperate for a woman's touch. I stand next to you, one of my delicate hands cruelly gripping your painfully swollen balls. All around us breathless female reporters climb into the ring.

Disclaimer: Although all characters in the following story are completely fictional, they are also completely over the age of 18. Part 1 - The prelude You're already in the ring, your fists raised, as your adoring fans cheer you on. You're "the Champ". -Heh- You might be the greatest fighter the world's ever known, and in your long and illustrious career, you've never been defeated. All that's about to change!

Disclaimer: Although all characters in the following story are completely fictional, they are also completely over the age of 18. Part 2 - The Backstory You can't believe what's happening... "You poor baby!" -Hahaha- The fight to defend your championship belt... is also a reality tv show, where you're trapped in the ring with a painfully sexy girl. ;) "that's me" -heheh- The first time the women producing the new show.

Disclaimer: Although all characters in the following story are completely fictional, they are also completely over the age of 18. Part 3 - The Fight: Round One The sound of women's cheers, ring in your ears. You hear the girl who hijacked the announcer's microphone address the crowd again. With sadistic glee, she starts taunting all the men and boys in the audience, as well as the unsuspecting males watching at home.

Disclaimer: Although all characters in the following story are completely fictional, they are also completely over the age of 18. Part 4 - The Fight: Round Two Your team of coaches and seconds swarm around you as you sit slumped in your corner. After the ordeal of round one, there is serious doubt about whether you will be able to hold your arms up, and continue with the fight. Your seconds desperately try to massage the feeling back into your battered limbs, moving your joints in small circles, trying to loosen you up.

NOW The ceiling lamp flickers, intermittently bathing the windowless room in cold neon light. A naked body begins to move on the narrow bunk where silvery, shimmering chains wind their way over the pale skin of the stretched-out woman. Their soft tinkling is suddenly drowned out by a loud clicking noise from the heavy steel door's locking mechanism, then a tall woman with long black hair steps through the opening door and stops in front of the wall of bars separating the cell and bunk from the rest of the large room.

I once served a daddy dom for quite a while and he set up a meeting with a Pro Domme for me. The following is part 1 of the email report that I sent to him. You had scheduled me to meet Head Mistress S at 5pm so at 3:45 I showered thoroughly, re-shaving my entire diaper area as you directed. I tried hard to scrub around the base ring of my chastity and spray water into the tube until it was very clean and shiny.

Fantasy Day 3 of being your prisoner you stopped giving me water to drink. If i wanted to stay hydrated i would be drinking your pee from a dog bowl. I was so lucky. Why would i even need water when I could lap up your pee? I smiled as I was feeling thirsty so went for another drink. I was down on my knees I had to say your prayer before putting my face in the bowl to lap up your pee and savour it.

Author's note: This story's main element is humiliation, some elements of it borderline on slapstick. It is about a haughty prospective princess being dramatically humbled. It is pure fantasy. If you like this kind of thing please continue to read. Includes, Spanking, Oral Sex, BDSM, Analingus, and Humiliation. *** "The Palace" Priscilla Conwyn stepped halfway out of her ornate carriage. Her chauffeur the dignified Hamilton stood in front of her was flanked by two royal guards.

The door was slightly ajar. I stepped closer to my New York City apartment entrance and reached my arm through the dull yellow light of the hallway to grasp the tarnished knob. This was how I'd ordered it to be. I smiled, imagining my girl scurrying around the rooms, making sure everything was perfectly in order. I grinned harder imagining the obscure things I would have to criticize to be sure she was properly punished.

Many thanks to ViWriter for helping me edit this story. It's not required to read parts one and two first, but this story assumes you have, so some things may be confusing if you haven't. The most important information to know is that Julia is wearing a remote-controlled vibrating clit ring that can detect how close she is to orgasm and tease her accordingly. Contains: bondage, exhibitionism, orgasm control/denial, dominant/submissive, a bit of humiliation, and some mild breathplay.

"So, you up for some fun tonight?" asked Heather breathily into her phone. She was twirling her blonde hair, and feeling a bit horny. "Sure," replied Carol, "I just got back from a shit day at work and could really do with a drink and some entertainment. But give me an hour to recover. How about that place in the City, the one with the glass dome, about 8?" "Great, see you there,"

She awoke groggy, a little confused. Sore. Jesus, her shoulders and neck were sore! Left thigh, too, from where she's slumped against the bathroom floor. Wrists chafed a little from the cuffs. Her head still hung in the toilet bowl, where some of her hair now hung down to dangle in the mix of water and urine there. The toilet seat still rested on her shoulder and upper back. How long?

I awoke the next morning completely at peace. I was happy, genuinely happy as my thoughts returned to yesterday's events. I remembered Marc's strong arms enveloping me as he stood me before those two young boys, and how he urged them to undress me. My god, I was humiliated! I curled up in bed as I relived those feelings. I stretched and brought my fingers to my clit as I remembered what happened next, though.

Lucy had been working at the office for a year when she started to hear the rumours. They were very hush-hush, involving a manager who had made certain advances on a secretary. Advantages of the sort which would have seen him quickly expelled from the company if not for his family's wealth and position. Even so, he'd been busted down as far as they could send him and the secretary in question had gotten away with a fat pile of money on the promise to breathe not a word of it to anyone.

It's long after midnight. One more paper to grade. I take a deep breath and a last swig of cold coffee. The assignment had been to write a story about lost love. My mistake. Seems these students are too young to describe such emotional upheavals convincingly. Or maybe they just don't dare to be honest. Anyway, Isabelle is my last hope. She's the beauty with the little nose ring. Always sits at the front looking wide eyed at me as if she reads my thoughts when I return her gaze.

Co-Authors: subbie1982 and tom6432 This is a fantasy written by subbie1982 and myself for fun. All errors in spelling, punctuation and grammar are my responsibility. It contains spanking, humiliation and fetish, if this bothers you please seek other authors. All characters are 25 year old or older. ======= Chapter 1: "Miss McLean... Miss Mclean... Miss Mclean!" "Huh, what... oh sorry Professor Matthews." "Did you enjoy your nap Miss McLean?" asked Professor Matthews with a smirk on his face?

Co-Authors: subbie1982 and tom6432 This is a fantasy written by subbie1982 and myself for fun. All errors in spelling, punctuation and grammar are my responsibility. It contains spanking, humiliation and fetish; if this bothers you please seek other authors. All characters are 25 year old or older. ======= Chapter 4 The next morning I woke up to my alarm and shivered a little, realizing that I was completely naked. I climbed out of bed and made my way to the bathroom to start getting ready for my day.

Co-Authors: subbie1982 and tom6432 (This is a fantasy written by subbie1982 and myself for fun. All errors in spelling, punctuation and grammar are my responsibility. It contains spanking, humiliation and fetish; if this bothers you please seek other authors. All characters are 25 year old or older.) ======= Chapter 7: "Okay Missy it is 7:00 o'clock and its time to start your day," I heard the Professor say. All I was thinking now was 'how much more juvenile can this get?

I waited in the car for ages trying to summon up the courage to go through with my idea. After finding the human puppy school on the net I had contacted the 'trainer' and he'd invited me along to his kennel to see how I liked it. So here I was, and I decided to go ahead and give it a try. I knocked on the door of the ordinary three bedroomed semi and must have looked like any regular guy to the people passing in the street.

This story contains elements of female domination, humiliation, degradation, corporal punishment and homosexuality. If that's not your thing go read something else. Dogshit the Bitch teaches the gospel Someone reading this with modern eyes might well question my sanity and the sanity of the man sucking my cock even more. They would also think that we were the same when we are very different. He is a masochist who loves being punished and abused by a sadistic woman.

Chapter 1. An ordinary detached house in a plain, unremarkable suburb, 65 miles from London. 44 Green Meadows was built, along with hundreds of others after the war. Rows and rows of neat, adequately maintained windows and neatly manicured lawns. Apple blossom trees evenly spaced outside every other house, and a post-box on the corner. You can hear the blackbirds on the telegraph wires and the odd crow on the tops of the Douglas firs down in the valley by the local newsagent.

Maybe I was lonely. Maybe I needed to find myself. Maybe I needed to express myself. I was definitely horny! I was out of grad school. I had a good job in a small rural area. A small house to myself on a lake. I was in my late 20's and in a pretty good place physically and financially. Mentally and emotionally were questionable. For the first time in my life, I was somewhat free to be me, but I had made some bad strategic decisions.