Humiliation

Author's Note: This can be read by itself or as a sequel to Brittany Gets Rented by a Sadist Brittany laid in her latex vac bed waiting to be released. Her mistress Theresa and Theresa’s sadistic friend Kelsey, who had branded Brittany with a K the day before, walked in the room and turned the light on. Kelsey started looking through her phone as Theresa unzipped the latex vac bed. “I have a friend who trains little bitches like Brittany here. She holds sessions where she trains pathetic slaves to be pets. I would love it if I could take the bitch over to her and have her trained. Would that be ok with you Theresa?” Kelsey asked as she flashed Brittany an evil look. “Yes that’d be fine babe” Theresa replied. ...

Author's Note: This can be read as its own story or as a sequel to ‘Brittanys New Life’ After what seemed like an eternity Brittany had finally fallen asleep despite the enema, butt plug, and constant tug on her nipples from her bondage mittens being attached to her nipple rings. It felt like she had only slept for a few seconds when she heard the cruel laughter of Mistress Theresa and Alyssa as they entered the room. ...

Author's Note: Kathy is a college student who gets off on bondage and, while she likes it with her boyfriend, she also dreams up kinky scenarios where she is left tied to get her kicks. The orgasm, when it came, was wonderfully intense, a warmth spreading from her sex to her belly and up into her chest then suffusing her whole body with a pleasure that, outside that moment always seemed impossible. It was a pleasure so intense that she could do nothing but yield her body to its control, crying out as it engulfed her, screwing up her fists and driving her nails int her palms as she squirmed in an overwhelming state of ecstasy. ...

Author's Note: This is told from both sides of the relationship. Pure fantasy, enjoy ! _Update (2012/05/10):* It is over 2 years since I last added to this story, although I always liked it and wanted to finish it. I hope you feel it was worth it, please leave comments either way to let me know.* Derek: ‘Derek ?’ I recognised that tone of voice – kind of wheedling, like she wanted something expensive or was going to own up to denting the car or something. We had just had sex so she must have been thinking I’d agree to anything. ...

Author's Note: All names have been changed to protect my identity and those of the people I met. ‘Pocketbook’ is a synonym for handbag or purse. 1. Inspiration and Preparation As I examined the photograph I felt a rush of sexual excitement. I had googled ‘burka’ and there she was; a brown eyed woman staring back at me through the steel bars of a cage concealed beneath the black fabric of her face covering. I knew at that instant I had to emulate her. ...

Author's Note: A story that was initially intended to be my version of an internet favourite of mine. However, during the writing, it changed and lengthened. It will have a second part and if needed, possibly a third. Part One Hetty grunted softly then slowly rolled over in the king-sized bed and reached out a long slender arm aiming blindly towards the alarm clock on the bedside table. She missed out on grabbing it, but her hand landed close enough to knock it to the floor. ...

Chapter 1 Walking down the mall corridor, Lisa Ballard felt a steady gaze upon her, but it wasn’t the kind that she was used to. It didn’t come from your average voyeur. She could sense a dangerous presence nearby. It scared her, but intrigued her at the same time. She could actually feel her body tingling deep inside. The blood raced red hot through her veins as her pulse quickened. There was a tightening in her nipples and she bit softly on her lower lip in response. ...

Bill came home to find his wife dressed up “fit to kill.” She was all in black and it had all come from Victoria’s secret, except the shoes. Her lacy push up bra moved her spectacular chest up and out, putting her size C breasts on display. The waist cinch took her already small waist in a bit further and accentuated the curve of her hips. Black silken stockings attached to garters on the cinch and highlighted her long, slender legs, made even longer by the black patent five inch high heels that graced her feet. The thong at her crotch barely covered anything. ...

Author's Note: If you’re here for the ‘good stuff’ and not the story, then start at chapter 2. Enjoy. I’d love to hear your feedback. Chapter 1: Bad Brake Vanessa moaned in utter ecstasy, thrusting her hips against the vibrator buried deep in her pussy. She seductively rubbed her big, round tits and curled her toes as she writhed on the bed. Spent, she slumped back onto the silk sheets. After a moment, she brushed her long black hair out of her face and winked at the camera mounted on her desk in front of the bed. She blew it a kiss before getting up and turning it off. She glanced at the clock on the wall. ...

Author's Note: Wriiten some time ago, but still good I hope! I’m not sure which was the most humiliating part, cummimg as she smacked my balls, or being tied to the tree wearing tights (pantyhose). Let me explain. As a closet crossdresser with a love of bondage, I often put myself into these strange predicaments, but this time it had all gone wrong. It was a Wednesday morning, the wife is at work and I’ve got a day off. No sooner had she gone, had I changed into some barely black tights. Whilst I pondered what to wear next I logged on and surfed the net for inspiration. I got the idea to go outside, and saw a site on outdoor bondage. It was written by a guy fairly local to where I live, and it recommended some suitable locations. I knew a wooded area that he referred to, so that was my plan. ...