Humiliation

Chapter One - Allison I met Alison about a year ago at “A Cut Above”. It was a men’s only hair saloon that would occasional cut women’s hair but catered to the men. The women were scantily clad in various fetish attire, short skirts, revealing tops, provocative stockings, or any number of attractive outfits that matched their taste and personality. The lobby had a pool table and a small open bar along with various men’s magazines varying from Sports Illustrated to GQ, to Maxim and Playboy. I had been going there monthly to get my usual haircut and when I met Alison, she soon became my preferred stylist. She had shoulder length blonde hair and stood maybe five foot four. I would never ask her how much she weighed, but it couldn’t have been much over a hundred. She had gorgeous legs and a fantastic body. Although she wasn’t huge up top, maybe a B cup, she chose her clothing wisely and made the best of her assets. Aside from being easy on the eyes, she was very friendly and easy to talk to. Her ten-minute haircuts always took longer then anticipated, but she was such fun to be around, I certainly could never complain. ...

Author's Note: My first stab at submitting a story, so I’d love feedback. It’s a pretty innocent story, so far anyway :) Part 1 That was the unassuming name of the fitness class I had chosen. Why did I choose it over the others? It was the only one I had actually heard of before, mentioned by the wife of a colleague at a boring work event. And she didn’t look particularly fit and healthy. I mean, she was skinny and all that, but I just assumed the class couldn’t have been that hard if she was continuing to do it. She called it ‘unconventional’, but if we spent the whole time sitting around eating tea leaves and chanting I wouldn’t care … you see, this was a work initiative. HR had decided that to keep everyone’s minds healthy, we all had to sign up for at least one fitness class. Annoyingly, they would also be liaising with the fitness instructors to make sure we completed our classes, with the threat of repercussions if we didn’t. I can’t imagine how much time they wasted on this stupid idea, but somewhere some sycophant probably got promoted for it. It you want to save money, sack the guy who came up with this idea… ...

Author's Note: This is a bdsm f/self bondage tale for adults only With a lesson to learn for those who like to play. Part One Three times this week I have sat on this wooden park bench, watching for one particular jogger, wondering if I will have the nerve to call out to her, and hand her the letter I have clutched in my hand. A Bit About Me. I am twenty, tall, slim, willowy is how I would describe myself, with long straight red hair, small, but nicely shaped tits and I have been in a long term relationship until two weeks ago! ...

Chapter 1 - Introduction of Amber Amber was a student attending the state university. Currently however, she was keeping herself busy with her summer job working as a waitress at a local pub. She seemed to enjoy her job, or at least tolerated it with a smile. I always enjoyed looking at her beautiful body; it was very athletic and toned. She had nice, large, well-rounded breasts. I almost couldn’t control myself as I would dream of ways to torture them. In fact, many times that was my reason for leaving the small pub. ...

I went to a party in San Francisco and saw a lady who inspired this story. Not that she was mean to people, but she was very beautiful, and I imagined her getting into this type of situation… The party was really just getting started. Crowds of people had been steadily streaming through the door the past two hours, everybody clad in the most outrageous fetish wear imaginable. The few exceptions were the closet fetishists, out for their first evening off the chat groups and realizing there is more to the scene than e-mail. I was pleased at the turnout. As one of the organizers I had hoped that people would come check it out, and I wasn’t disappointed. Now, I was manning the fantasy booth. For fifty dollars you could fill out a fantasy to take place during the party, ranging from foot worship to torture. Most of the forms filled out were rather tame and I was beginning to be disappointed. A sad excuse for a transvestite timidly turned in a form and I glanced at it out of curiosity as I took his/her money. She was pretty desperate, or just really kinky. The form covered all the ranges and this girl had checked almost everything. She had asked for an abduction/torture fantasy with very few limits placed on the abductors. Almost all the boxes were checked, including severe whipping, breast torture, piercing and gang rape. The only comment at the bottom was “no permanent injury,” a smart exception but also open to interpretation. I noted the area reserved for abductee response. She wanted to struggle, resist and, regardless of her reaction, the scene should continue for as long as the captors decided. I watched her stumble to the couch in the corner and slump down to it. She was in no shape to enjoy an abduction, much less even feel it. I slipped the card aside, determined to return her money later claiming lack of interest. ...

Author's Note: This story was inspired by a Japanese video. I have no back story for why these events are taking place. Feel free to make up your own circumstances. It was mid morning when I got off the train at a small station in rural Pennsylvania. Three other young guys were already there; the fifth had been on my train several cars back. We didn’t know each other but we knew we were all there for the same reason. We were five white guys between 21 and 24. No one looked like an athlete but we weren’t too far out of shape. We did not speak to or even make eye contact with one another. We each had a small duffel with a change of clothes in it. That, our ID and $20 were all we were allowed to bring. We had been instructed to wait in the small station until someone came for us. It was nearly an hour before some one did. ...

Author's Note: This is my first attempt at a story written completely in present tense. I tried a few times during writing to convert it to a more standard past tense, but I kept reverting to the present. It’s like the story had a mind of its own, and who am I to stand in the way? This story is intended to be read only by adults of legal age in legal contexts. All characters are over 18, and all events are entirely fictional. Copyright Quiver 2021. All rights reserved. ...

Author's Note: I love feedback! Any spelling/grammatical errors? What do you/don’t you like? And, most importantly, what would you like to see Sarah train Elyse for? Let me know in the comments below! Chapter 1 If someone had told her two weeks ago that she’d sign her away six months of her life for some weird BDSM ashram-type situation, Elyse d’Amour would have laughed in their face, slapped her knee, told them they were delusional, then ask them to leave so she could finish whatever episode of reality television she was currently watching. ...

Author's Note: My first story. I wrote it for my pet last night, when he asked for a story about him being used, to turn on to. He’d been really good, and I’d enjoyed his submission the night before, so I was kinda happy to. When it was done, I thought I’ve enjoyed stories here, let’s give one back. He loves pet play so I set it in a fantasy world of sentient animals, rather than ours. ...

Author's Note: Dawn is tricked into being the slave of a Master she has never met. Part 1 I never thought what I had done to my husband would come back to haunt me. Yes, I had a boyfriend for 2 ½ years, fucking him every possible way, cutting my husband out, but still, when it finally was over, when I finally got caught, and we reconciled a few weeks later, I thought it was over. Yes, I had agreed to do several things I was not very interested in doing myself, but I had gotten used to them. I really didn’t expect my infidelity to ever come back to light again, other than in the occasional fight with Charles. I was wrong. ...