Humiliation

Part Three

John had just finished a cold beer, his fifth of the night and was contemplating one more before bed time. He was thoroughly fed up living on his own, it had been over 4 years since his divorce. The only thing that kept him going was his lifelong interest in BDSM which he had enjoyed with his ex wife, visiting clubs all over the country. He had made many friends through his club visits but had not had much luck in securing a 24/7 slave which was his long term aim. However, at the age of 68, time seemed to be slipping away.

When my Owner opened the cage I could see in his eyes that this was going to be an unusual day. I stepped out quickly, knelt before him and kissed his shoes. He allowed me to kiss his right foot for a minute then pushed the left one forward

A minute later he pulled back.

“Attention!”

Immediately I knelt up, spread my knees wide and grabbed my hands behind my head. When I looked up at him expectantly, I saw him smile.

“I guess you are well-trained now, Susie.”

`Josie ... Come in, come in ... I'm so glad you could help me out like
this.' Mistress Megan held open the door to her apartment, and as I walked
in, I felt the normal jumble of emotions rise up and threaten to overwhelm
me.
   I had received a text message from her at 4.30, while I was sitting
rather bored in a meeting at the bank where I work. I was helping on a
presentation to a group of fund managers who all thought they were rather
clever and wonderful, but unfortunately, I didn't. It had been a long

I'm rich. Honest simple terms. My dad is one of the wealthiest men in
America. I'm his only daughter, his only child and he adores me. It's
just the two of us, my mom died when I was nine..

           I'm not a party girl. I'm in college. I don't sleep
around, no drugs or drunken adventures. Just a simple girl who is very,
very rich.

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The next several months after our wedding were busy ones for Samantha
and I.  No steady work had materialized for me but I did have some
income come in from creating web sites for several different clients;
companies and shops in nearby towns.  Samantha's artistic talents
helped me out immensely in creating the pages; her ideas and input made
the sites come alive in a way I'd never been able to manage with my
rather limited talent.

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Lightly proofed and edited by the reclusive Mike Ink.

The story of Jim and Samantha continues.

Three and a half weeks after the most absolutely fantastic canoe trip
I'd ever had, my beloved Samantha sat me down on her couch in her
apartment and dropped a bombshell.  Sam spoke those words that have
terrorized mankind throughout the ages.

"Jim, I'm pregnant," she'd said to me.

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Chapter Eleven

 Carnival

Jessica was on her back, tightly tied at her knees, thighs and ankles, her arms thrust over her head, rope pinning them to the headboard, her naked breasts rising and falling. She was naked; she seemed always to be naked when around Michael. His visits had become more frequent, as the end of the summer neared. He said he had so much to teach her, though Jessica suspected that he just enjoyed using her body. She let him do anything he wanted and was always surprised at the new things he thought of.

Chapter Ten

 Sodomized

 Michael held her until she could stand by herself, their naked bodies pressed against each other until the feeling came back into her legs, the tight bondage having cut off her circulation. He kissed her cheek, slipped into his clothes and left the room, leaving Jessica alone. She masturbated that night, the thought of Michael in her head.