Humiliation

She couldn’t feel her knees at the moment, pressed hard onto the hard surface of the table. They were numb, tired of the constant pressure. She actually wished they still hurt. It would have made it a little easier for her to maintain her position if she were more aware of all her body parts. Mentally, yes, she was pretty damned aware of her body, if not so much physically. And she was getting plenty of other distress signals from other nerve endings. Why did they bother, sending her those “move me, stretch me, relieve me!” messages, didn’t they understand how pointless it was? And how relatively unimportant it was, compared with what was coming? ...

I admit it, I’m horrible at meeting men. I’ve had a few boyfriends, but they never last. Most of them turn out to be creepy slobs, and I regret ever giving them the time of day. Not to pass up an opportunity to find “Mr. Loveable”, I checked out the internet scene. Months went by with only my many failed attempts to show for my efforts. Everyone seemed so shallow. They wanted to know my measurements before they even asked me my name, if they asked that at all. Finally, I started chatting with a local guy who called himself “Seagull”. He seemed pretty exciting. In not too long, we got wonderfully hot and heavy through Instant Messenger. He seemed to enjoy getting me into thrilling self-bondage positions, which I acted out. As I was bound and waiting for my release mechanism, he would text to tease me for hours. I loved it. He was single, and I really wanted to get to know him so much better. After a lot of cajoling, I finally managed to convince him to meet, but he wanted it to be perfect, just as he envisioned it. His terms were that: ...

Author's Note: Mack is hot. Literally: She’s sweating away under the scorching sun in the sweltering heat of a midwest summer. Seeking a place that is cool and free of the embarrassing stories (with pictures! Oh no!) of her childhood by her parents, she finds refuge in the one place her friend has forbidden her to go. And what she finds there might be more than she can chew… Mackenzie gave the steel shell door a shove with her shoulder and it burst open, causing her to nearly fall into the sweltering garage. As if the oppressive heat and humidity outside wasn’t bad enough… ...

Author's Note: big fan of white slavery theme,pantyhose and curvy voluptious mature black and latino women Chapter 1 Debra long was a white slaver. She made most of her sales by utilizing the door to door saleswomen tactic posing as a pantyhose and lingerie sales women and when things were slow she put an ad in the paper for pantyhose models. What follows are two examples of her chronicles in the world where women are treated as commodities. ...

I saw her face light up as she took the handcuffs from the rack and turned them over in her hand. I said, “You look like you’ve used those before.” She smiled. “They remind me of a boyfriend I had in college. I spent quite a few hours in them then. It was fun, but that was as kinky as it got.” Wow. When I invited Sarah up to see my shop, I had no idea she was into this stuff. I wanted to find out more, but I didn’t want to push my luck, so I proceeded with caution. “Well look around anything else. Try something on if you like.” ...

Author's Note: The story takes a little time to setup, but is worth the payoff in the end. I already have two more parts written and a general outline for several more. If this is well received I’ll post them. Part 1 Seeking arrangement. Samantha had pretty much given up on finding a sugar daddy. At first it seemed like it would be the perfect fix for her financial problems, but two months of lies, fake pictures, broken promises, no-show dates and one attempted rape had just about soured her on the whole idea. ...

1. The Castle Segahay Castle cuts a dark and imposing image when viewed from the air and is seen contrasting against the bright and beautiful Scottish countryside surrounding it. However from the ground it is difficult to view at all in its full medieval majesty. While most of the shire is wide open, quite flat or quietly sloping hillsides covered in heather and tufts of grass or at the worst, low level gorse bushes; for five miles in any direction around the Castle every tree, bush and shrub known to Scotland has thrived in Centuries of neglect to make Segahay a truly inhospitable and formidable place. ...

Lin had always considered herself a bit of an outsider. In school she liked looking at boys as much as the rest of her friends, but she also had funny feelings when she looked at girls. One time another girl offered Lin ten dollars to make out with her in order to tease some boys, and Lin was surprised at how much she enjoyed it. And then there were the locker rooms. Oh, the locker rooms… ...

Self bondage can be addictive, or so I am told. I have been experimenting for several months now and generally laugh at the documented misfortunes of others; perhaps not a good idea as God, fate or what ever will usually pay you back. I had set a time and date in my head which had had to be changed several times due to my family not being where they should have been. After reading quite a few stories I “borrowed” pieces from some and planned my session. Working on the 5 “P” principles, Poor Planning makes for Piss Poor Performance I tried each piece of equipment, modifying their use as I went along. ...

Author's Note: The first half of the story is real! It was a free weekend all to me and I haven’t enjoyed self mummification in a long time. I first learned how to do it reading various tutorials online while putting some of my own twist on how to do it. The first time I did it I ended up with tape residue all over my body that took a long time to remove, a day to completely remove. ...