Humiliation

Chapter 1 He awoke to the familiar smell of the leather hood locked onto his head. The hood had no eyeholes, making it impossible to tell whether it was midnight or noon. The stainless steel collar was still locked around his neck, connected with a short chain to a nearby bedpost. The stirring of his “current” mistress and the urgent need to pee told him that it was probably morning. He stretched a little to relieve the stiffness from lying on the floor all night. The leather wrist cuffs, locked together in front, limited his movement. She had mercifully left the mouth gag off, as she had required his oral servitude several times throughout the night. ...

Author's Note: This is an expanded version of a story that was originally published by Literotica (as “The Bottom Feeder”) and then in somewhat expanded form by BDMS Library. Part 1 (Beauty and the Boots) is a very slightly revised version of the story as published by BDSM Library. Part 2 (Sleeping Beauty) is only about a third as long as Part 1 and has not yet been published elsewhere; it is about what happens when Tiffany gets home and decides to practice the new chores Buford gives her at the end of Part 1. ...

Author's Note: This is an updated version of the story “Beauty and the Boots” that incorporates the addition to the story made in the comments to the original version of the story published by Utopia Stories along with a few other minor changes to the wording of the original version. This is meant to be a replacement of the original version of the story with a better version, and is not a new story. ...

Author's Note: This is my first attempt to tell my story. There is more to come if anyone is interested. Chapter 1 INITIATION It was a long walk home after a night out. It wasn’t late, just after eleven o’clock. It was a still night, perfect for walking. It is a lonely stretch so I was on my own, just the occasional car passing. I always feel safe, I have done this walk so many times. My mind was wandering as it always does, I feel free when I walk, free to allow my mind to drift. ...

Author's Note: Don’t try this at home, it probably won’t go well for you! Part 1 Lisa loved her bed. Not in a weird way, just in that it has always been there in her life. She grew up in that bed, cried in that bed, laughed in that bed. She had her first kiss there, and her first orgasm. A large and ancient thing handed down from her late grandmother when Lisa was only tiny, it was built solid, with four thick wooden legs, each with a round bedknob on top. A steadfast companion throughout her life. ...

This story began a few months ago, when Steve and Janet moved into their new house after Steve got a big promotion at work and was asked to relocate. They made an interesting couple: Janet was a beautiful and submissive housewife, and Steve was the typical workaholic, always too busy to pay attention to his wife’s needs. Next door lived Clara, a 21-year-old who had taken a particular interest in Janet’s submissiveness. She was the only daughter of a very wealthy family, but her parents worked most of the day and had little time to check on their daughter. ...

Author's Note: Readers: This is my second work of fiction although some portions of the story are true. I hope you enjoy reading it as much as I did writing it. Prologue It was my wife Paula’s birthday weekend and I was in a tight spot. The shopping for my wife gift is normally done weeks in advance, looking for that special something that she will enjoy. This year life had been more challenging than most as my job causes me to be gone for hours or days at a time servicing the customers at their location on demand. It’s not unusual to have a call in the night and be gone for several days. The plus side is when not on call I normally have the extended weekend to make up for the missed time. With a second person now hired the job will eventually get back to a more normal pace and less time away from home. During all this running around over the last month I’d completely forgotten to shop for my wife birthday gift and felt awful about it. For those who don’t know me, I’m Jack, a man in the late forties, still physically fit, 5'9" and 165 lbs, with light brown hair and blue eyes. Like many others I’ve enjoyed bondage and self bondage all of my adult life. ...

The alarm sounded for the third time and I finally decided to get up - it’s nice to have a day off work, but that’s no excuse to waste it in bed. The curtains had opened themselves when the alarm had sounded the first time, and sunlight was already streaming into our bedroom of the future. In fact, our whole house was ‘of the future’ - my boyfriend Gary worked for a large multinational company that specialised in such things, and we got to try out some of the prototypes. ...

The large box certainly looked out of place. Sure, it was sitting on the stairs where the mailman usually left packages. And sure, it had a clear address label on its top. But it didn’t look like any package Erin had ever received before. The 2-foot wide box was shaped like a cube and was jet black, with no apparent flaps or openings. The box did have her name clearly printed on the top: Erin Feston, 119 Palm Blvd, and so the young woman who had just gotten home from work bent over to pick it up. The box was made of some hard plastic material and was heavier than Erin expected. She was able to get it up and into her house, wondering who on earth could have sent her such a box. ...

Beth stared drunkenly at the claustrophobic cell she was imprisoned within, and for the thousandth time since awakening she wondered how she had arrived at this point in her life. The cell was only about 6 feet by 6 feet in length and width, and about twice that in height. A dingy yellow light bulb glowed constantly from behind a metal wire guard in the center of the ceiling, casting everything into a dim yellowish light with deep shadows. ...