Humiliation

Author's Note: This is a sequel to Psychological Research, where Heather is forced to acknowledge an unexpected love of bondage during a psych experiment. Thanks as always to Bethany (Handcuffgirl) for edits and suggestions. “I really shouldn’t even be asking, it’s just that I’m in such a bind…” That must have been the tenth time that Heather’s cousin delayed whatever she had come to ask. Heather’s curiosity was definitely piqued. Her cousin, Brittany, came from the wild side of the family and always seemed to be up to something interesting. She was in town for the week and had stopped by to ask a favor, but was sure taking her sweet time to get to it. ...

Author's Note: If only Romeo could go back in time to warn himself… This is a complete story. Call it arrogance. Call it feeling invincible. Call it just plain stupidity. Let me start from the beginning. I was a pretty lucky guy. I made an app that immediately went to #2 on all the app sales charts and I sold it to a large company for 3 million dollars when I was only 21. I was smart, I was a risk-taker and I was really lucky. I started a new company at 22 and sold it at 24 for 15 million dollars. Then, I started a new company that was thriving when it happened. ...

Author's Note: This is my first attempt at posting a story so any constructive suggestions are welcomed. It’s about a fantasy of mine. Names have been changed to protect the guilty! _Update (2013/05/19):* Sorry for the long delay between updates. Please let me know what you think of the story by either leaving a comment or sending me an e-mail. Gabriella* Chapter 1 My field of view was dominated by a cock. It was a quite magnificent one, of a size that would fill me to my limit. I’d been in a bit of dry spell in terms of lovers and hadn’t seen a real penis in ages. The skin on the head was stretched tightly at the end of an erection. Veins stood out along the pink skin of the shaft. The whole penis wavered slightly in front of my face as if probing for my mouth. I wanted to reach up, wrap my hand around the thick rod and stroke it gently while guiding it into my parted lips. But thick coils of tightly tied ropes pinioning my arms securely behind my back prevented this. The bindings had been put there by Ingrid, my room mate from university days. ...

Author's Note: This story is fantasy but is based in part upon various personal experiences. I open my eyes in the small hotel bedroom and everything seems the same as usual. But then the events of last night flood back into memory and I realise how drastically my world has changed. Yesterday I was a fairly average straight guy (okay, I liked to dress as a sexy woman now and again, and I’ve always enjoyed bondage, but nothing too kinky); today I don’t know what I am! I admit that I have on occasion wondered if I might be bisexual, but hadn’t put it to the test before last night! ...

Why the hell wasn’t the maid coming down? I had placed her money on top of the note I had written; she could not possibly have missed it. I heard her walking about. She had finished using the vacuum cleaner, but still was not coming down. My note said to come down immediately. But perhaps, I thought hopefully, she only picked up her money at the end when she had finished cleaning. She would read it then. That must be it. ...

“Hi” said the girl. “Hello there” replied the startled but dignified looking older gentleman. “My name is Amy.” “I am Sam.” “It’s a sorority prank.” Amy answered the obvious question before it was asked. “I don’t usually take off all my clothes and handcuff myself to a public toilet.” “I hadn’t noticed the cuffs.” Sam stepped forward and looked behind Amy as she leaned forward. Her hands were fastened together by a set of handcuffs. Those cuffs in turn were tethered to the toilet’s silver plumbing by another set of handcuffs. As Sam stepped back, Amy extended her bare legs. Her ankles were also cuffed. ...

Samantha had never fit in with her family. She wasn’t sure why she just knew she was meant for more than the small-town life the rest of them had come to accept and the life they had expected her to embrace. She’d tried to pretend, for a little while, but eventually, it became too much bother. She knew the truth, and so did her family, even if they didn’t like it. ...

Part One Sandy and I had dated for five years. She loved to play bondage games. When we first met, I did not think she was into such things. She was from a small town down south. She always attended church with her family and was real shy. After we met, we started dating and we decided to move in together. That’s when I found out about her wild side. ...

Author's Note: Sarah gets more than bargained for when a new girl moves in upstairs. Enjoy! Chapter 1 Sarah looked in the mirror with a sense of satisfaction. “Not too bad” she thought to herself. At twenty eight her body was still in great shape, her blonde shoulder length hair had been freshly cut and her new jeans and t-shirt, whilst nothing too exciting, fitted her well and showed off her slim but shapely hips and pert breasts. For once she was feeling good about herself. She had a good office job, a nice apartment in one of the better parts of town and so what if everyone else always seemed to be off having adventures or wild romances, she was happy with her quiet life. Much less stressful, she thought, to stay in and read a good book. There was no chance of any more heartache or self destruction watching a dvd was there? Or whilst cooking she thought hungrily and started to walk towards the kitchen. Then there was a knock at the door. Sarah wasn’t used to visitors and wondered who it could be. Normally they would ring the outside bell. Ah! she thought it must be the new tenant upstairs, the landlady had told her she was moving in this weekend. Sarah opened the door which lead into the corridor shared with the upstairs apartment. Standing on the other side was a girl of eighteen with a curvaceous figure, dark, almost black hair, a black shirt and expensive looking, tight fitting shiny black trousers. She was beautiful and she knew it with her deep red lipstick and confident air. “Hi” she said as she rather condescendingly looked Sarah up and down “My names Trixie, I’m moving in upstairs today”. ...

With each wrist and ankle strapped to the pillars on both sides and the high heavy collar on my neck I could not move enough to see my own feet or hands. Dressed in a black nylon fishnet body stocking, leather bra and panties to match I made a fetching sight. It was an unusual demonstration assignment in this up scale bondage store. When the training gag went in my mouth and the blindfold covered my eyes, I began to think that anyone, customer, employee could walk up feel, molest, even rape me and there was nothing I could do. After a few minutes, I began to imagine how they would violate me and even hoped they might at least caress my breasts and legs, just a little. They announced that the store was open. Gawd, strangers would be walking up to me to get a close look! I began to panic from humiliation. ...