The Six Tasks of My Humiliation

The Six Tasks of My Humiliation   Part 2

 

By Alfamann

 

Come the following Monday I was full of anticipation, mixed with dread, as to what my fourth task might be. I well knew that my husband, Steven, was planning the tasks so each of them was increasingly humiliating, causing me to submit my body in a manner I thought would always remain in my fantasies only.

 

As I nervously joined Steven in the lounge after dinner he handed me the folded piece of paper. I opened it, and read the contents. ‘Well done my darling.  This week you will masturbate yourself to orgasm in front of Henrik and I. You will, of course, be totally naked. Love you, Steven XXX

 

I stared at the piece of paper in absolute horror. Up until know I had not indulged in any overt sexual behavior in front of Henrik  For me, masturbation is a very private act carried out when one is alone. It had been bad enough playing with myself while in the bedroom of a sleeping Henrik. But I knew masturbating myself, and bringing myself to orgasm, while naked in front of Henrik and Steven, was a mission far too impossible. I doubted if I could have done it even if I was performing for Steven alone.

 

I desperately tried to persuade Steven to come up with an alternative fourth task, but he remained doggedly firm. Even when I began crying he was unmoved. In the end I stormed out in frustration, and I could hardly bring myself to talk to him over the next few days.

 

I desperately tried to get the courage to go through with the task. I even resorted to sneaking home one lunch hour, undressing, and laying prone on my bed. I then visualized Steven and Henrik watching me as I began to play with myself. But it was no good. I hardly made myself damp, let alone get anywhere near close to orgasm.

 

Friday came around too soon, and Henrik announced he was going away for a long weekend with friends. I knew I would not be able to fulfill the task before the end of the week. I was relieved, but also nervous at the possible consequences. Steven said nothing the whole weekend, and I began to wonder if he was going to take pity on me, and perhaps set another task I was capable of achieving.

 

Come Monday I was more nervous than normal as I joined Steven for our coffee.

Silently he handed me the piece of folded paper. I opened it, and read. ‘I am disappointed you have not performed Task 4. For this you will be punished by a person other than myself, or Henrik. The details of the person you are to contact are noted below.

Additionally, you will complete Task 4 as required. Both the punishment and the task are to be completed this week. Love you, Steven XXX’

 

At the bottom of the page there was a woman’s name, Maria, followed by a phone number.

 

I looked at Steven as if he was insane. Was he seriously contemplating punishing his wife like a young child, and somehow expecting me to also complete Task 4? I pleaded with him to discuss options for me that were more palatable, but again he was totally unmoved.

 

All he would say was, “I know you have it in you, and if you let your inhibitions go you will let the real you come to the surface. Trust me. Maria will be waiting for your call”

 

I just about threw something at him, I was so frustrated. And who the hell was Maria.

 

Despite my incredible fear of what I had been asked to do, over the next 24 hours I began to develop a quiet resolve I was going to prove to Steven, and myself, that I could let go of all the inhibitions that had been instilled in me through a lifetime of conservative upbringing.

 

I waited for a quiet moment at work on Wednesday morning. When I was sure no one was around I picked up the phone and dialed the number at the bottom of the note.

 

The phone was answered with a curt, “Maria.”

 

Suddenly I was tongue tied and could not think what to say.

 

“Are you there?” the voice asked impatiently.

 

“This is Angela,” I finally managed to mumble. “My husband, Steven, said you were expecting me to ring.”

 

“Ahhh. The naughty little housewife who wants to be punished.”

 

“It is not that I want to be punished.” I stupidly tried to defend my dignity.

 

“Oh well. The net result to your poor backside will be the same.” Maria laughed, and I shuddered. “Shall we say tomorrow night at 8.00 pm? I have your address.” With that she hung up before I could respond.

 

I looked down at my hands. I was shaking. But I was also proud of my courage. That night I nervously informed Steven of the arranged time with Maria.

 

Steven smiled. “And when will task 4 be completed.”

 

“Friday night,” I blurted, even though I had not given it any thought as I was so apprehensive about the upcoming punishment.

 

“Good girl. Make sure Henrik is aware as I want him present on both nights.”

 

I pouted, but nodded.

 

“And tell him he can bring a friend.”

 

My mouth opened in horror. “No,” I pleaded. “Please, no, not that.”

 

“Yes, both nights if he wishes.” Steven smiled as I squirmed in my seat.

 

Shame-faced I wandered down the hallway to where Henrik was studiously doing his homework. I politely knocked on his door before entering. I stood before him, totally embarrassed at what I had to say.

 

“What is it, Mrs. Baker? Have I done something wrong?” he enquired politely.

 

“Not at all, Henrik. If fact, quite the contrary. It is I who has done something wrong, and I am rightly going to be punished.” Again I blushed with embarrassment.

 

Henrik suddenly sat up, excitement registering in his eyes. “Like last time? Are you going to be naked again?”

 

“Well, yes I am,” I confessed. “But this time being naked is not going to be enough.”

 

Henrik could not wait for me to continue. His young hormones were already running amuck.

 

I hung my head. “A woman is going to come to the house tomorrow night and she is going to punish me.”

 

Henrik’s eyes were wide as saucers.

 

“And I am afraid there is more. On Friday night I want you to stay home so I can show you how a woman masturbates herself.” I felt so incredibly perverted

 

I think Henrik just about came in his trousers.

 

“And one last thing, Henrik. Mr. Baker says it is alright if you want to bring a friend along to watch, on both nights.”

 

My face was burning with shame as I raced out of his room and into the solitude of my bathroom. My heart was racing. I could not believe what I had just said to this young man. But I also knew there was now no turning back.

 

Thursday I was as nervous as hell. I struggled to get through my workday, and when I got home I showered and took extra care over my personal hygiene. I knew my naked body was going to be exposed to several sets of eyes. I had the house to myself and I tried to busy myself preparing the evening meal, but I could not shake the thoughts of what was going to happen to me over the next two days. At times it made me feel physically sick just thinking about.

 

Steven was picking up Henrik from hockey practice, and I heard them pull up on the driveway. I could not resist peeking through the curtains. To my horror Henrik had two of his friends with him in the car, one of whom I recognized as his good mate, Mike.

 

All four chattered jovially as they entered the house. When Henrik and his two companions saw me they were immediately quiet, and even looked a little embarrassed. I was introduced to the youth I had not met before; who it turns out was Mike’s 16 year old younger brother, Peter. Their parents were going out for the evening so Steven very kindly offered to let both of them stay the night. I glared at Steven, who shrugged, as if to say ‘what could I do’. Bastard. He knew he was only making my humiliation worse.

 

Somehow I managed to serve dinner to Steven and the three youths without vomiting from extreme nervousness. Everyone tried to act normal, but it was clear tonight was going to be anything but normal. It was obvious Mike and his younger brother knew what was going to happen. After the meal I shuffled around the kitchen trying to keep occupied.

 

Suddenly the doorbell rang and I just about jumped out of my skin. I glanced at the clock. 8.00 pm. ‘Oh, no,’ I murmured to myself. ‘What have I let myself in for?’

 

Steven answered the door and I could hear him talking to the authoritive voice of Maria as they walked towards the kitchen.  As they entered I almost burst into tears I was such a nervous wreck. To make matters worse, Maria was different than I had imagined from her voice. I had visions of her being the old school-ma’am type in her 50’s. But instead she was tall, attractive, and looked to only be in her late 20’s or early 30’s.

 

Steven had confessed to me last night, after being continuously bombarded by questions from me, that Maria was in fact a professional dominatrix who had been recommended to him by an acquaintance who was involved in the S&M scene. Seeing her in the flesh, I could definitely see how she fitted the mould. She had a definite air of authority about her, which was reinforced by her height and broad shoulders. She had the sort of build you see on top performing swimmers.

 

Maria smiled courteously as she was introduced to me, and then began to discuss the latest Dixie Chicks CD that was playing on the stereo. It seemed we both shared a love of Country and Western music. Maria was clearly a lot more use to this situation than I was and was doing her best to try and make me relax a little.

 

After I had fetched Steven and Maria a glass of wine the three of us sat down in the lounge, and were shortly joined by the three boys who helped themselves to a beer at Steven’s invitation. I was so nervous I gulped down my wine before the others had barely taken a sip.

 

Maria looked over at me with her beautiful blue eyes. Her short cropped red hair added to her striking looks. “Let’s not prolong this, Angela. You are going to be punished so I suggest we get on with it. Agreed?” She smiled professionally, totally at ease in this environment.

 

“I guess,” I mumbled.

 

“Good girl. Now I suggest you get undressed.”

 

Nervously I stood up. “Can I go into my bedroom to undress?” My own voice sounded to me like a school girl.

 

“No dear. We are all going to see you totally naked, so I want you to undress right here in front of us.”

 

I could see out the corner of my eye that Henrik and his two friends were riveted to the edge of their seats. Steven was not much better.

 

As difficult as it was, I somehow managed to strip down to my underwear. I looked across to Maria, somehow hoping this was sufficient.

 

“All of it, Angela. Be a good girl or you will only increase your punishment.” There was a slight impatient edge to Maria’s voice. She was clearly a woman you did not keep waiting.

 

I took a deep breath, and quickly discarded both my bra and panties. The humiliation of being totally naked in front of this room full of people was unimaginable.

 

Embarrassed by my nudity I stupidly tried to cover myself with my hands, which brought a strong rebuke from Maria. Quickly I dropped my hands to my side.

 

“Turn around and give me a good look at you. Keep turning around until I tell you to stop.” Maria commanded and I did as was asked.

 

The only problem was I was also giving the young males a good look at my breasts and pubic region. Around and around I turned. Alternatively giving everyone in the room a good view of my buttocks, followed by the sight of my swaying breasts and blond pubic hair. She left me turning in circles for so long I began to feel giddy, before finally commanding me to stop.

 

“You have a very nice body.” Maria seemed genuine in her comment. “Don’t you boys agree Mrs. Baker has a very nice body?”

 

All three young men chorused their agreement enthusiastically, causing Maria to laugh. Somehow I did not feel like laughing also.

 

Maria was all business again. She slid forward in her seat and patted her knee, before reaching out and guiding me over her thigh. I could not believe that as a 41 year old mature woman I was going to let myself be punished with a good old-fashioned hand spanking on the bare backside. It was the type of ridiculous fantasy one reads about on the websites I had visited. Surely it doesn’t happen in real life. I was about to find out.

 

Maria adjusted my buttocks until she was satisfied I was positioned to her satisfaction.

 

“Open your legs,” she commanded, leaving no room for negotiation.

 

I was mortified, as opening my legs would mean the three young men in the room could get a clear view of my vagina. This would undoubtedly strip away any last vestiges of dignity I had been able to preserve.

 

“Hurry up girl,” Maria was angry at my inability to follow simple commands, and reinforced the point by smacking me hard on the left buttock.

 

I screamed out in surprise, and could hear the boys sniggering in delight at my predicament. Reluctantly I splayed my legs open wide.

 

What followed was a prolonged assault on my poor buttocks. Maria was very professional. She would spank hard, then when she sensed I could not take much more she would back off the severity until I had recovered slightly. By doing it this way the duration of my punishment was increased considerably. For much of the spanking I was sobbing like a baby. I tried to kick my legs but she held them firmly in place.

 

To my immense relief she finally stopped and I slid off her knee onto the carpet. I felt totally wasted.

 

“Stand up,” Maria directed

 

Gingerly I got to my feet.

 

“Turn around.”

 

I obeyed.

 

“Bend over and let me get a good view of those lovely reddened buttocks of yours.”

 

I hesitated for only a moment before bending over. I could not believe how exposed I felt. And as much as I hated to admit it to myself, I felt excited.

 

Maria’s soft hand touched the burning flesh of my tender buttocks. She stroked both sides several times. Just as she was removing her hands she allowed one of her fingers to stroke my labia. I knew that she knew I was wet, but fortunately being the true professional she said nothing.

 

“Why don’t you waddle over to the boys and show them what a punished backside looks like. I am sure it will encourage them to behave better in the future,’ Maria smiled.

 

Feeling like a very naughty little girl I shuffled over to where the three young men were seated, and then turned so they could see my reddened buttocks.

 

“Oh come on Angela. Give the boys a good view. Bend over at the waist.” Maria was not going to miss an opportunity to humiliate me further.

 

I bent over and all three boys audible gasped at the sight that confronted them. I wanted my degradation to be complete, so I actually opened my legs to afford them a much clearer view.

 

With that my night of punishment was over. Maria departed, and the three boys disappeared into Henrik’s room. I could just imagine all three of them jerking off as they recounted the events of the evening.

 

Needless to say, Steven and I were quickly between the sheets of our bed. He took me from behind, and the feeling of his rough body rubbing against my tender buttocks brought me to the most intense orgasm I think I have ever felt.

 

The next day, Friday, my buttocks were not as bruised as I had expected, but they were very tender. I knew I would have trouble sitting at work all day, and this proved to be the case. Every time I sat down the tenderness reminded me of my punishment, and I could not help blushing. But I also had something else on my mind that was ensuring I did not relax. Tonight I was going to have to somehow masturbate myself in front of Steven and Henrik, and goodness knows who else.

 

When I arrived home from work I could hear Henrik talking in his room. I cringed as this almost certainly meant he had invited someone along to watch my perverted show tonight. Again I had a thorough shower before dressing and busying myself making dinner. If anything, I was more nervous than the previous night. I sneaked a couple of nips of gin in a bid to settle my nerves. Steven finally arrived home just as dinner was ready. I called out to Henrik that it was meal time. He had not been out of his room since I arrived home, which was unusual.

 

When he walked into the kitchen I saw the reason he had not left his room. His companion was a very pretty young woman. Henrik had not previously mentioned any girls in his life so the appearance of the young lady was a surprise to both Steven and I. Henrik sheepishly introduced her as Kate. They were classmates but clearly a relationship was blossoming between the two.

 

Although I tried to hide it, I was mortified by the appearance of the young lady, given what was supposedly going to happen tonight. I prayed she was only staying for dinner and then going home. However half way through dinner Henrik lent over closer to me and announced that he had told Kate what I was going to be doing tonight and she was very keen to stay and watch. My jaw dropped open in horror, but before I could utter a word Steven informed Kate we would be delighted if she stayed.

 

Needless to say my appetite disappeared from that moment. I sulked for the rest of the meal, and was even too embarrassed to look anyone in the eye so I kept my head down and pushed my food around my plate with my fork. Steven, meanwhile, engaged Kate in animated conversation. She seemed a very pleasant young lady, but so young and innocent, which only served to make me feel worse, if that was possible.

 

With the meal finished I fluffed around in the kitchen for an eternity, dragging out the ritual of making cups of coffee. Wholesome, pure Kate of course only wanted a glass of water.

 

Finally the drinks were consumed, and Steven looked across at me hunched nervously in my chair. As if by some silent signal, the conversation stopped.

 

“I think it is time we got Task 4 out of the way, Angela.” Steven made it sound like it was time to wash the dishes.

 

The young, alert eyes of Henrik and Kate were now glued on me. I silently pleaded with Steven, but I already knew it would be to know avail. But even in this moment of extreme humiliation I could also feel something akin to excitement coursing through my veins. A part of me wanted to be debased in this manner.

 

Mustering my courage I stood, and in front of my three wide-eyed onlookers, I shed my clothing. Even when I got to my underwear I did not stop. In truth, I was worried if I hesitated I would not find the resolve to continue. When I was totally naked I stood with my arms at my side, and remembering Maria’s treatment of me the previous evening, I began to slowly rotate around so all three onlookers could soak up every aspect of my nude body. I stole a quick glance at ‘Miss Innocence’, and she was clearly spellbound.

 

Taking in a deep breath I sat on the carpet, locating myself so I knew all three could get a clear view of me. For a long moment I sat there, knees together, with the room in breathless silence. My legs felt like jelly, but in a moment of extreme determination I splayed them wide open, giving Steven, Henrik and Kate a full, unhindered, view of my vagina. The looks on their faces, even including my husband, told me they were in awe of the sight before them. And even as humiliated as I was at that moment, I also felt a type of release from my sexual inhibitions. I was determined to press on.

 

I bent my legs and allowed my knees to spread wide apart. As I touched my own pussy I was not at all surprised to find I was already at an advanced stage of arousal.

 

As I began to stroke my labia up and down I forced myself to keep my eyes open and focused on my onlookers. It increased my degradation by witnessing the incredulous looks on their faces, especially young Kate and Henrik.

 

I forced several fingers in and out of my vulva, stretching my cavity as wide as I could so my fleshy pink interior was on view to my audience. I quickly felt my orgasm building, but I did not want it to be all over so soon. I stopped stimulating myself, and instead used both hands to prize my vagina wide open, stretching my lips until it hurt. I also rolled onto my back and brought my legs up so my anus was on display. I wanted them all to see everything I had to offer as a woman.

 

I alternated between masturbation and displaying myself for what must have been close on an hour. Finally I ached so bad I had to come. Using my thumb to furiously rub my clit, I drove the fingers of my other hand noisily into my very wet cunt. I came in convulsions that were so strong I just about fainted.

 

Steven eventually helped me to my feet and we retired to our bedroom where we both found further release through some good, old fashioned, sex.