Humiliation

Author's Note: This is the 5th story in the series. I’ve also started a blog, I will continue to post here but I will also be posting extras and updates: jessbbaby.blogspot.com Sophia lay spread out on Lea’s bed, not remembering the last time she felt so content over such minor luxury. She had fixed herself a sandwich, downed a can and a half of Diet Coke, and was now clicking around Lea’s computer trying her best to find out what all she could do with her newly claimed power. ...

Author's Note: This is the 13th story in the series “The Stories of Bound Friends.” I will continue to post the series here but I will also be posting extras and updates the moment they are ready on my blog: http://jessbbaby.blogspot.com “Alright Leota, are you almost finished?” Marian asked as she barged into the hotel room Lea had been staying and working in the past few days. Lea looked up from her computer wearing only a bathrobe, nervous about how to respond. She knew that as soon as she was finished with her project she had the remainder of her two week sentence to return to. “Well, can we start printing collars or not?” Marian continued. ...

Contest Entry for the ‘Script your own Video’ Contest Visit our contest sponsor, Quality Control Well I had finally gotten up the courage to do some self bondage, but things didn’t turn out the way I had planned! This is that story. Well a little extra bit of story before the story is needed to explain why what happened happened. My husband has been interested in various bondage and kink fantasies since when I first met him. We have done a few bondage games, including one where he tied me up and then just left me there and went to go play on his computer. At first I was pissed at him, leaving me in such an aroused state. Moments later I felt like he had just tricked me so he could go play his internet games, but soon enough he came to visit me. He had only come to visit me to make sure that I was going to stay aroused though. He added some “Liquid V” to my clit (amazing stuff, look it up), and just walked off to his computer room again. About ten minutes later when the V had worn off he came back again, this time he placed a large rabbit style dildo in me, but didn’t turn it on. Ten minutes later he came back to add some more V and turn on the vibrator deep in the device and push it back in me since I had accidentally wiggled it out (this time he placed a pillow in front of it to hold it in). He added a ball gag and left. My husband knows that deep vaginal vibrations do nothing for me, so turning on the vibrator didn’t add much but it had added something. Ten minutes after that, like clockwork, he came back in and added a blindfold, some more V and turned on the rotating beads in the rabbit along with the clit vibrator, then just left AGAIN. Within moments I was writing and cursing into my ball gag, ridding a huge orgasm. I didn’t even know he was standing over me until I had come down from my orgasm and started to panic because of the over stimulation of the dildo that I could not dislodge. He had known this would happen and he had immediately pulled out the dildo, added some more V, and left AGAIN. Now I was pissed, here I was, tied spread eagle to the bed, trapped totally un-aroused post-orgasm, gagged and blindfolded (which was no fun anymore), and dripping juices where drying uncomfortably on my butt. I grunted into my gag for about a minute, trying to get my jerk husband to come over and free me. This is the moment when I found out about MY bondage fantasy. I told that entire story to tell you this, as I started to calm down from my grunting temper tantrum, I started hearing every sound in the room. I heard the neighbor’s car start, someone else mowing their lawn, my husband now downstairs in the kitchen, and then I heard the front door bell. Upon hearing the door bell I became very aware of myself, my vulnerability, my easily accessible sopping wet entrance. I thought of what I must look like to someone standing next to the bed, and realized ANYONE could be standing next to be bed, and I would have no control over it. I thought of my husband letting the mailman in to see his handiwork. My thoughts immediately became more devious, I began to daydream of a total stranger sneaking in the back door and finding me. I thought of some neighborhood teen breaking in to steel some jewelry and instead whispering in my ear “Guess who”. These thoughts drove me into a state of arousal I had never felt before. I wanted to be discovered, I wanted to be found vulnerable and wet. I had just discovered the fantasy that would fill my dreams and daydreams for months to come. To be discovered in a state of heightened arousal by a total stranger and willingly mentally (but without a choice in the matter) giving myself to them sexually. ...

Chapter 1 – First Impressions It was late June in the Midwestern college town. Three weeks before, Dan had received his degree in Information Technology, but instead of celebrating, he was concerned for his future. The recent economic downturn had ruined his hopes for landing a job in his field, and for the first three weeks after graduation, Dan moped around his rented house checking the mail every afternoon for responses to job applications only to find nothing but bills. ...

I know I’m in for it now, but it’s the master’s fault, he has been neglecting me. I had to get his attention SOME how didn’t I?? It’s been a week since we last played together, I SO need a good spanking. I can’t wait for master to get home from work, when he finds his favorite mug broken, he will be VERY cross. I admit it, I did it deliberately, I was washing the dishes from breakfast, and I couldn’t help myself. I deliberately droped the mug and watched as it smashed into four large peices. OPPS… To late to go back now. The deed is done, the mug is broken. I have ben a bad little girl and need to be seriously spanked….. ...

Author's Note: Inspired by the excellent story “Beta Test” by Beast5, the guiding concept of mixing an avatar world with machines to create an alternate reality is explored. This is a new story that adopts the concept and tells a tale of the fictional character Ashley Bennett. The story isn’t an improvement of “Beta Test,” or an expansion of it. I simply want to give credit to Beast5’s story for spinning a different twist on reality. Beyond the central theme, there are several human characters and public humiliation. Mainly though, it is a story of analplay - by the time you finish, Ashley and Ass will be synonymous. ...

Linda loved her selfbondage. She had thought about her reasons after reading many D/s and BDSM stories and realised that she was different to most others. She didn’t have fantasies of being a slave girl, or being captured and used by others, it was purely a personal fetish. Being helpless aroused her, and it simultaneously extended the time to her sexual relief. Although she had tried a couple of times to interest her lovers into her tastes, they didn’t seem to understand. They would tie her too loosely and allow her to escape, or worse still, get so horny themselves and forget about her need to teased and denied, or at least delayed, an orgasm. She loved being horny and frustrated by not being able to satisfy her desire. She had learnt the pleasure of arousal, and while it always pushed her to want more, she didn’t want the release (well, not too soon anyway). She knew that once she had her orgasm(s) it would be over and she wanted the fever pitch desire to last and last. In this state she was in another world. While helpless she didn’t fantasise about being a submissive like others, she purely enjoyed her own arousal and her inability to do anything about it. Her own frustration would create an even larger desire. ...

Chapter 1: Liz Begins Liz wasn’t sure why, but she had an affinity for bondage. And, unfortunately, due to the circumstance of being the only person she knew with such a curiosity, it would soon turn into and obsession with self bondage. It wasn’t so much whips and chains that got her going, but rather it was the idea of being out of control that always turned her on. Her first real exposure to this had stuck firmly in her mind and continually lingered in her subconscious; and eventually imagining herself helpless became her favorite daydream and insatiable desire. This defining moment occurred shortly before the start of her senior year of high school. One dull night several days after her eighteenth birthday Liz found herself with some friends at a movie rental shop, and, on a dare Liz gone into the “Adults Only” section of the store. Blushing she looked around at the porn that covered all the shelves. Most of it just made her feel embarrassed and uncomfortable, but she was curious too, so she started looking around. She had seen porn before, having stumbled upon her older brothers stash several years before, and for the most part she didn’t care for it but she had flipped through all of it none the less as now and then certain images would intrigue her, but she couldn’t say why. Now in the store this same curiosity and strange feeling was coming back. Among all the images of skin and bare breasts, one in particular stopped Liz in her tracks. It was a lesbian flick, which on its cover showed two beautiful blonds engaged in some light bondage. However, it wasn’t so much the leather and handcuffs that made her eyes widen, but rather what the two girls were doing. One of the girls was pushing a decent sized vibrator deep into her slave’s pussy while at the same time sliding a chastity belt up her legs right behind it. This sent Liz’s mind racing. Soon that vibrator will be locked it that girl’s pussy, she thought, and she’ll have no control at all! Being completely helpless to stop the vibrator the slave would have to endure its relentless throbbing inside of her for… how long? How many orgasms would she be forced to helplessly to endure? Picturing all of this made Liz bite her lip as tingles of excitement shot down her spine and her thighs momentarily shivered. Liz had thought about pleasuring herself, but she had never even held a vibrator, let alone used one - but she felt that it must be amazing. Her already pounding heart jumped as she heard someone nearby and she quickly ducked out of the section. Outside she blushed and giggled with her friends, but she couldn’t shake the image and wasn’t even sure how to feel about being mesmerized by something so strange and kinky. ...

The summer before my senior year in high school my parents got a divorce. This didn’t surprise me, because my father had moved out months earlier, but I was surprised when my mother’s boyfriend moved into our house two days later and brought his three rotten sons with him. His oldest boy was in the eighth grade and specialized in sexual suggestions. Every time he saw me he made smutty comments about my body and described in graphic detail what he wanted to do with me, as if he could. The middle boy was in the sixth grade and he was a thief. He stole everything of mine he wanted and wrecked what he didn’t want. The youngest boy was never quiet. If he wasn’t shouting he was whining or crying. I put up with all this for a week, but then the boyfriend told me that I was going to have to share my room with the noisy kid. I appealed to my mother, but she just said that the boyfriend didn’t think that it was fair that I had my own room while his boys were all crowded together. I got the message and went to live with my father. ...

My Mistress called me Thursday night and asked if I could take the next day off from work to help her with some home projects. This typically meant that I would be cleaning her house, naked except for a drool-inducing harness gag and a pair of frilly panties that she would have me wear over the CB-3000 that she held the only key to. Unfortunately, I had a meeting scheduled with a client and his attorney to close an important deal. ...