Humiliation

Author's Note: : This is based on a fantasy of mine, which I’m sure will never happen. I hope you enjoy Somehow, I found myself bound, gagged, and completely helplesess in my co-workers living room, with more on the way. Let me tell you how I ended up here, and where I ended up. It all started two months ago. I was new to the financial institution where I worked. I had been working there a week or two on a project with three other individuals besides the management staff, whom we’ll call Kelly, Stacy, and Laurie. Kelly was a shorter girl, 5'4" with shoulder length blonde hair, and probably around 27 years old. She had a medium build – what I’d guess to be 34 C breasts, a shapely ass, and the nicest blue eyes you’ve ever seen. Stacy left a little to be desired, a bit over weight with shorter dark brown hair, 36D breasts, and a rather large behind. She was a bit older, in her mid 30’s. Finally, there was Laurie. Not bad looking, not great either. She was a bit taller at 5'10", with shapely 34 C’s, and the nicest smile you’ve seen. Pretty green eyes, and a bit larger behind, she was also in her low thirties. Kelly was married, but Stacy and Laurie were both single. ...

Chapter 1 – Arrogance Rewarded She was an arrogant, supercilious, stuck up, snarky bitch and it was time to take her down a peg or two; it would be my pleasure to do it. Only in her mid twenties, and a dream to look at, she had an attitude that not even a mother could love. She stared down her nose at people like they were something she had found on the sole of one of the high-heeled strappy sandals she favoured. Her answer to everything was the platinum no limit credit card in her Gucci handbag and while I loved running it through my cash register I had had enough of her insulting behavior. ...

The single glaring light bulb suspended above her was the only warning she got in the mornings. It would be mere minutes until he walked into her small cell. She didn’t know what she was doing there. She didn’t know much at all. She only knew her why. It was him. It was he who revelled in her confinement; he who loved to see her distress. He got off on her tears. Got hard at her whimpers. Despite knowing what caused his arousal, she wasn’t in a position to deny him. She couldn’t deny him anything. ...

Chapter 1 - The Story “Have we got time for this now?” Sandra, Bromley Henderson’s wife asked “I thought the guys were coming round later?” “They are” Bromley replied a little annoyed. “Now let’s start with these panties and your corset” he continued, handing the purple corset to Sandra. Sandra quickly stepped into the black panties then pulled the corset around her trim body, connected the front busks and manoeuvred the ¼ cups into place under her generous breasts. She then turned with her back to Bromley so he could tighten the laces. He pulled the lace ends taking up the slack before starting at both top and bottom working his way along the individual lacings, pulling on each lace pair before again taking up the slack with the lace ends. ...

Author's Note:You don’t need trigger warnings. We both know why you’re here. So just hate it or love it. The choice is yours, but feel free to comment. I’ll take all feedback into consideration in possible future stories. And sure, English isn’t my first or second language, so there might be some grammatical errors.* Maria and Hanna It was a stylish apartment. There was a small entrance, a combined kitchen and living room and a large bedroom facing a quiet backyard. Everything looked modern with the exception of a few kitchy cups on the shelf, from which one could tell that the occupant was female. ...

Author's Note: Another one I did years ago - enjoy! Cynthia shifted in her car seat uncomfortably. Weeks before, she had discovered a new diversion called “pony girls”, and had become fascinated by the concept. Her marriage was increasingly boring and she needed new experiences. For several years now she had surreptitiously explored her wilder side, without her dullard husband being any the wiser. Had he known what she had been up to on his out of town trips, he would have divorced her in a heartbeat. Fortunately, she had managed to keep her experimental phase a complete secret from him, and had enjoyed one affair after another. She was a well known fixture in the shadier parts of the city, even going so far as to take on the role of prostitute for a day just for kicks. ...

Author's Note: Enjoy! It was the middle of July and Danielle was dripping with sweat, having just finished scraping off the grill at her crappy fast food job. The air conditioner had been broken since noon and all she wanted to do was get out of there before her bitchy boss got back from break and gave her something else to do. Just as she was about to clock out, her boss Maddie came up to her and said “I don’t think so sweetie. Before you punch out you need to clean the bathroom. Somebody pissed all over the floor in there and it’s disgusting.” Danielle rolled her eyes and said “I was supposed to be off 30 minutes ago” ...

About a year ago I took a job five hours away from where my girlfriend and I had lived. I was off every weekend so I would come home every other weekend for the first few months. I became concerned for our relationship so I started to come home almost every weekend. We had our ups and downs but now a year later we are still together. One of my biggest concerns was that she would find someone else and leave me. ...

Author's Note: Due to the positive feedback from my first story, here is another one. Please let me know what you think. Part 1 - The Perfect Plan Mother: “This is enough Stefanie!! Where is the key?!” You may think: why is my mom so mad? Well, let me summarize, it’s all because of a specific collar, a very special one; a massive solid steel collar, 1.6"/4cm wide and 0.40"/1cm thick! There is a hidden hinge in the back and a padlock in the front which merges perfectly with the collar, making it seamless and looking like a permanent one. Since the first time I saw my mother wearing it I thought: How would it be the feeling of being stuck with such oppressive collar? The humiliation… the frustration… It made me dream… ...

Author's Note: An online mistress makes a lesbian’s masochistic’s desires come true. I awoke on the filthy mattress and looked around the darkened room. The dim glow of the street light peaking thru the dirty slats on the windows blinds. The quick moving hoards of cock roaches skittering across the thread bare carpet. Sitting up I realized what had happened last night. There were bruises and ugly raised welts all over my aching body. My tits were in terrible pain with dried blood caked around my raw nipples. Sitting up on the bed I became dizzy and peered about looking for my clothes. ...