Humiliation

Author's Note: Hard bdsm In the year 2026, after the economic collapse,the second civil war, limited nuclear wars and a myriad of natural disasters and nuclear power accidents, North America once again had a semblance of organization. A number of independent kingdoms had arisen alongside brutal territories ruled by ruthless warlords of both sexes. New Pittsburgh was a well defended kingdom where a large measure of culture and civilization was still preserved. Although the successor to its ailing king and the continuation of his enlightened rule was very much in doubt. Prince Eugene and his brother William were incorrigible louts who had spent most of the latter part of their 19/18 year old lives disgracing their father and the crown. Queen Charlotte had died suddenly and King Jon had a new Queen. He had recently married Arabella. She was a beautiful and cultured newcomer to the Kingdom. Her equally beautiful 18 yr old daughter Samantha was humiliated and harassed by the kings sons till Arabella elected to send her away. Her anger against the cruel,spoiled boys was barely held in check by the good natured king. ...

I cringed, for tonight I was to be punished. My Love had caught me masturbating without permission. We preferred the terms “My Love” and “Wench” to “Master” and “Slave”. It was personal preference I guess. We were to go to a “play party”, and I was sure that I would be one of the “toys” to be “played” with. I was forced to come to the party wearing only a black dress that ended mid-thigh, a pair of heels, and I was locked into my Tollyboy chastity belt. I didn’t know if Love brought the key or not. ...

Part 1 What a day this was finally going to be. I could just relax, unwind and most of all have peace and quite with no one around to distract me from doing absolutely nothing but some small yard work, swim in the pool or just do whatever it is that I wanted. The weather was beyond perfect on this June day at a warm but pleasant 26C with a mild wind and no one home. You see after a very long week at work and with my wife’s 24 year old younger sister moving in with us for the summer, time was at a premium. ...

Author's Note: Hi, this is my first ever story so please dont be too harsh with your criticisms though they are welcomed! Part 1 “So tell me why you want to suck my cock.” I hesitated briefly before answering. “Because I’m a cock loving whore who doesn’t deserve to have your cock in my pussy.” And with that he shoved his cock down my throat. And I loved it. Several hours earlier I had been fidgeting nervously as the bus trundled slowly through rush hour traffic. I knew I was nearing my destination and despite being excited for the weekend ahead I was also terrified. After weeks of chatting over facebook and text I was finally about to live out my fantasy of being someone’s slave. ...

Chapter 1: Lowered Expectations I couldn’t believe my project was finally complete; after only three months I could finally enjoy the fruits of my labor. Shaking with excitement, I stood in front of the device overpowered with emotion. Fear, excitement, joy and pleasure coursed through my veins at once. If not for the tightly locked chastity belt I knew I would have been on my third or fourth orgasm. Before I get into the details however, I should start with a little background first. ...

Part 1 The car’s engine went quiet and its lights shut off, plunging the small town street into silence and darkness. Detective Jessica Falwell took a deep sigh and composed herself, this was a night for which she’d prepared a long time. Opening the glove compartment, she retrieved her pistol and checked the magazine, knowing full well it didn’t magically empty on the drive over here. The car door opened and let in the cool night air, and she placed the pistol in her shoulder holster and grabbed the duffel bag from the passenger seat. ...

Author's Note: The day after submitting Part 1 I was compelled to complete the story. The car’s engine went quiet and its lights shut off, plunging the small town street into silence and darkness. Detective Jessica Falwell took a deep sigh and composed herself, this was a night for which she’d prepared a long time. Opening the glove compartment, she retrieved her pistol and checked the magazine, knowing full well it didn’t magically empty on the drive over here. The car door opened and let in the cool night air, and she placed the pistol in her shoulder holster and grabbed the duffel bag from the passenger seat. ...

Author's Note: Part 1 was submitted in November, the rest has been completed and previous parts have been edited for fuller effect. The car’s engine went quiet and its lights shut off, plunging the small town street into silence and darkness. Detective Jessica Falwell took a deep sigh and composed herself, this was a night for which she’d prepared a long time. Opening the glove compartment, she retrieved her pistol and checked the magazine, knowing full well it didn’t magically empty on the drive over here. The car door opened and let in the cool night air, and she placed the pistol in her shoulder holster and grabbed the duffel bag from the passenger seat. ...

Author's Note: There are also some illustrations for this story that can be found at Deviant Art and Visionsofdarkness. Happy hunting. Chapter 1 I’ve always been the kind of person who likes to listen to songs that have a personal meaning in my life. Lately, I’d been listening to White Flag, by Dido, a lot-so much, in fact that I know when I finally stop listening to it I would probably never want to hear the song again. ...

Part 1 About once a month my friends and I would go fishing at a local lake or river. It was our time to get away, and we looked forward to it. This month we were at a local river, with myself and 6 others. There were both boys and girls on our group. I informed the group that I was going to go down river a little bit. This was my usual course of action, I liked to be by myself sometimes and I would find a quiet place and then set up shot. After a few hours I return back to my friends and get a beer and a dog from our grill. ...