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The Six Tasks of My Humiliation
Part 3
By Alfamann
There was a definite sense of excitement, mixed with the usual dread, as
the following Monday evening came around. As we settled down in the lounge with
our coffees, Steven had an extra sparkle in his eyes and a small grin, which
suggested that Task 5 was likely to blow my socks off.
Following the same little ritual, he handed me the folded piece of
paper, which I nervously opened and read.
‘For the whole of this week you
are going to be my little sex slave. You must do whatever I ask of you, or
anyone else asks of you.
Love you,
Steven XXX’
I looked very curiously at Steven, and asked him exactly what he meant
by being his sex slave. He just tapped the end of his nose and smiled.
“You will find out all in good time. But the first rule for my little
sex slave is you are to be naked every evening from the time you arrive home,
until you go to bed. Starting from right now.”
I just looked at him, trying to ascertain whether he was deadly serious.
His eyes told me he was. Without complaint I stood and quickly discarded all of
my clothing.
I felt a perverted thrill at being naked. I was beginning to like the
vulnerability it placed me in. The thought that Steven was in charge of my body
all week was terrifying, but it had a certain appeal to my submissive nature
that was now breaking through my veneer of normality.
I forced myself to walk down the hallway and into Henrik’s bedroom where
he was diligently doing his studies. He looked up, saw my nakedness, and
smiled.
“I see you are naked again, Mrs. Baker. Have you been a
naughty...again?”
“Well, sort of. I guess I have as I am going to be punished all week.”
“All week, wow!” Henrik could not contain his excitement.
That night when Steven and I retired to bed, he made me suck his penis
and swallow all of his cum. I had
performed oral sex on Steven a few times in our younger days, but we had not
done it in the last ten years at least. I liked it, but was frustrated as
Steven would not allow me any relief. He commented his slave would have to earn
her rewards before she would be allowed to orgasm.
The following day, Tuesday, I was surprised when I got a call from
Steven on my cell phone while I was at work, as it is very rare. I was even
more surprised when he ordered me to go into the women’s toilet. Sheepishly I
walked past the other staff with my phone in hand, and headed into the toilets.
Once I was in the cubical I shut the door, and whispered into the phone
to Steven to let him know I was there.
“Take off your panties and throw them in the waste bin.”
I was aghast, but did as I was asked.
“Pull your skirt up to your waist and masturbate your pussy until you
can feel yourself becoming wet.”
I felt exceedingly foolish standing in the cubical with my skirt hiked
up to my waist. I slid one hand down to my vagina and began to stroke it. All the time I had to tell Steven what I was doing, and how I was
feeling. In no time I was becoming short of breath, and was most
definitely wet.
I was then given permission to stop stroking my pussy and to pull my
skirt down. Steven asked me if I needed to pee, and I informed him I did. His
response was that for the rest of the week I could not pee at work or home
without getting his permission first. I tried to protest but he was insistent.
“Now get back to work. We wouldn’t want you to lose your job. And only
ring me for permission to pee when you are absolutely desperate and can hold it
no longer.” With that parting shot he hung up. I had a sense of what life was
going to be like as his sex slave for a week.
It felt very strange sitting at my desk at work, knowing I had no
panties on. I felt vulnerable, as if my co-workers knew I was being a tart. By
mid afternoon I began to get desperate to pee. I held on as long as I could
before phoning Steven, but he did not answer. Nor did he answer my subsequent
calls over the next 20 minutes. I very much suspected he was deliberately not
answering.
I actually couldn’t believe I was trying to phone my husband to ask his
permission to go to the toilet. I knew I could just get up and go, and he would
be none the wiser. But my submissive streak was stopping me from doing just
that, and it was frustrating me no end. I couldn’t believe how much I had
allowed my life to change over the past weeks. But it had happened with my
consent, due to my willingness and desire to fulfil my fantasies.
To my absolute relief, Steven finally answered.
“Thank god, Steven, I am desperate,” I whispered in the phone in
frustration.
“Wait another 30 minutes, go to the toilet cubicle, and ring me before
you pee.”
“What?” I cried disbelievingly into the phone, but Steven had already
hung up.
I struggled through the next 30 minutes before dashing into the ladies
toilet. Fighting to control my bladder, I hiked up my skirt, pulled down my
panties, sat on the toilet, and then used my speed dial to phone Steven. He did not answer so desperately I phoned
again, and again. Finally the bastard answered.
“Ask me for permission to pee,” he stated bluntly.
I didn’t hesitate. “Please Steven. Can I have your permission to pee?”
“Yes you can, but hold the phone down between your thighs so I can hear
you going.”
Despite the indignity, I was not about to argue and did as requested.
The urine flooded out of me. When I was finished I brought my cell phone up to
my ear.
“Satisfied?” I said to him cheekily.
“Music to my ears.”
For the rest of the day I drank almost no fluids as I did not want to
suffer the humiliation of phoning Steven again.
When I arrived home that evening I went to my bedroom and did not
hesitate to undress. As I walked naked down the hall I could hear voices coming
from Henrik’s bedroom. Why was I not surprised.
Instantly I made a decision. I could either go down to the kitchen and wait for
Henrik and his companion, or companions, to come ogling me, or I could go right
into the bedroom now and get it over with. Brazenly I decided on the latter.
I knocked lightly on the door, and then strolled right on into his
bedroom. Henrik had his girlfriend Kate with him, plus another young female I
did not recognise. Suffice to say there was a jaw-dropping silence from the
three of them. I made no attempt to hide
my nudity, despite my immense embarrassment.
Henrik recovered from the shock somewhat quicker than his two
companions, and managed a bumbling introduction of Susan, a classmate of
Kate’s. I apologised to both girls for my nudity, and gave them the standard
response that I was being punished by my husband. Susan gave me a look of
distain which didn’t do my confidence a world of good.
Kate’s innocent round eyes roved over my body. “You look very pretty
when you are nude, Mrs. Baker,’ she pouted.
“Thank you, Kate,” I mumbled.
“I especially like it when you open your legs and show off your pussy,”
she continued.
“Kate!” I exclaimed, horrified.
Kate was undeterred. “Will you show us you pussy? Your lips are so soft
and puffy.”
I stared at Kate, flabbergasted. But the thought of exhibiting myself in such a debasing manner appealed to the perverse
side of my personality.
I hung my head. “How do you want me to expose myself?” I blushed in
shame.
“Kneel on Henrik’s bed with your butt in the air.”
I obeyed, being sure to arch my back so my buttocks were raised high.
“Now open your legs wide.”
Again I submissively obeyed, knowing full well how exposed I would be to
my young onlookers. I could hear the
three of them moving closer to get the best view possible. I was mortified at
how wet I was, and was sure they could both see and smell my arousal.
After an eternity I was dismissed my Miss innocent Kate. “Thank you Mrs.
Baker. You really are very sexy for an older person.”
I tried to take her comment on board as a compliment, and quickly
retreated from the bedroom to the kitchen.
When Steven finally arrived home he gave me a cuddle and asked how I was
doing.
“To be honest,” I confessed, “Your little sex slave badly needs to be
fucked. I need to pee also, but if I am not fucked first I am in danger of
spontaneously combusting.”
Steven was pleasantly surprised, especially as it is most unlike me to
talk dirty. He seemed to consider his options for a moment, then led me into
our en suite bathroom and sat me down on the toilet.
“Open your legs and show me how you masturbated yourself at work today.”
I eagerly splayed my knees wide and began stroking my vagina.
“Now pee while you are playing with yourself.”
Without a second thought as to how perverted my behaviour was, I
strained to empty my bladder. At the same time Steven unzipped his trousers and
released his semi-erect penis, which he shoved into my mouth. Soon I was
sucking, peeing and masturbating all at the same time. It was delightfully
degrading.
Steven came quickly, but stopped me from masturbating before I could
reach orgasm. I was incredibly frustrated, but obeyed.
Fortunately the two girls had to leave before dinner so I only had to
serve a naked meal to Steven and Henrik. That night in bed I again went without
sex, despite my best efforts to persuade Steven to give me relief.
The following day, Wednesday, I managed to last until late morning at
work before I just had to ring Steven for permission to pee. This time he
directed me to remove my panties at my desk before going to the toilet. Embarrassed,
I slowly worked my panties along my thighs before quickly reaching down and
slipping them off. He had directed me to drop them in the waste paper basket
beside my desk, and I obliged even though I knew there was a possibility them
might be spotted by a work colleague.
Steven had requested I phone him back when I was in the toilet, and I
obeyed. He told me to masturbate myself, and while I was doing so I had to ring
Maria, the dominatrix, and tell her that I needed to be punished again tonight.
He instructed me to tell her I had been very naughty and needed a good hard
spanking. Even the thought of it made me blush bright red, but I obliged. I
tried to control my breathing as I spoke to Maria, who informed me she would be
around at our house at
When I arrived home I undressed, and was not surprised to hear voices
coming from Henrik’s room. When I walked in he had three male friends in there,
all of whom were doing a poor job of pretending to study. It was very clear
from the look on their faces what the attraction was. What red blooded young
male would turn up the opportunity to observe a naked woman walking brazenly
around her home?
After some awkward introductions I excused myself and went to the
kitchen. I tried to focus but was very apprehensive about my upcoming
punishment at the hands of Maria. I was so distracted I barely noticed the four
young males coming and going from the kitchen, their eyes soaking up my nakedness.
I was an emotional mess by the time Steven arrived home and I was
pleased to have someone to talk with to keep me distracted from Maria. All
three of Henrik’s friends jumped at the opportunity to stay for dinner when
asked by Steven. I groaned in dismay but did not protest.
As the time approached
At
“Look up at me.” As always, her voice had an air of authority.
I obeyed, and looked up at the striking body of the young dominatrix,
who was clothed all in black. Just looking at her made me feel
submissive. She reached out her hand and held it in front of my face.
“Suck on my fingers.”
Without hesitation I obeyed, taking all her four fingers in my mouth and
suckling on them like a baby would her mother’s breast.
“Good girl. Now play with yourself down below while you suck my
fingers.”
I don’t think I have ever felt so totally submissive as I did at that
moment; kneeling naked in front of this powerfully dominant woman, masturbating
myself while suckling her fingers. It was very emotionally powerful for the ten
minutes it lasted, before Maria directed me to stop masturbating.
I had to continue suckling her fingers while crawling awkwardly behind
her as she descended the stairs to our lounge. She led me down the hall and
past the open bedroom door of Henrik. The four youths rushed to the door,
absolutely disbelieving what they had just witnessed. I blushed
bright red, but continued crawling behind the young dominatrix, sucking
furiously on her fingers.
Once we were in the lounge she greeted Steven and sat down. I was
kneeling beside her like a faithful pet dog, aware that saliva was dribbling
from my mouth as I continued sucking. She took hold of my face and turned me so
I was looking directly into her eyes.
“You know I am going to punish you hard, don’t you, Angela?”
I couldn’t speak with her fingers in my mouth, so I just nodded
affirmatively. But I was scared. I did not want to be punished, but I also knew
I would not object. Maria removed her hand from my mouth, and I went to wipe
the saliva off my chin but she smacked my hand away. She reached into her handbag
and produced a pink dog collar with a small leading chain attached. Wide-eyed,
I watched as she attached the chain around my neck. I was now even more like
her pet puppy dog.
Maria looked me over and seemed to like what she saw. “Lovely. Some
people are natural submissives, and clearly you are one of them.”
I smiled shyly, not sure whether it was a compliment or not.
“Now, before you are punished, does my little puppy need to pee pee?”
I gazed at Maria blankly. I did need to go to the toilet as I had been
so focused on Maria’s pending arrival I had not got around to asking Steven
earlier. But I was embarrassed to admit it.
“Well?” Maria enquired, an impatient edge to
her voice.
“Yes, Ma’am,” I mumbled. “Please can I have permission to go to the toilet?”
“Wow, I am impressed Steven,” Maria smiled. “You have got your little
sex slave well trained.”
Steven beamed with pride. I just blushed with shame.
With that, Maria jerked my lead over to where Steven was sitting. “Take
this puppy out on to the lawn where she can relieve herself.”
I looked up at both Maria and Steven, mortified. But I could tell by the
grins on both of their faces that protesting would be a waste. Steven took hold
of my chain and instructed me to crawl behind him as we went through the
kitchen and out the back door onto the lawn.
The grass was damp on my knees and hands. I heard a noise at the window
and looked up to see the young males peering at me through Henrik’s bedroom
window. I felt even more humiliated, especially as I knew what was to come.
“Open your legs and pee,” Steven instructed, “And hurry as it is cool
out here.”
Here I was crawling on the grass, naked, and he had the audacity to
complain about being cold. I opened my legs and tried to force myself to
urinate, but it was such an unnatural position.
“Do it,’ Steven directed, impatiently
“I’m trying,” I pleaded.
“If you don’t, I will tell Maria to come out here and administer your
punishment right in the middle of the lawn. I am sure the neighbours would love
that.”
To my utter relief, in more ways than one, my urine began to trickle out,
before turning to a torrent. It began running down my legs so I splayed them
wider. I could hear Henrik and his friends snickering at the window. I couldn’t
believe what a spectacle I was making of myself.
Once I was finished Steven led me back into the lounge. I begged him to
take me into the bedroom to allow me to clean up but he refused. He handed my
chain back over to Maria. I could see in her other hand she was now griping an
ugly, thick leather strap like they used to use in schools. I couldn’t help
whimpering.
Maria pulled my chain and led me to the corner of the lounge.
“Put you head in the corner.”
I obeyed, resting my head against the adjoining walls.
“Arch your back and stick your buttocks out.”
I did as instructed.
“Get your arse higher in the air,” Maria instructed crudely.
I forced my buttocks higher.
“Now call out to Henrik and his friends and tell them you are about to
be punished.”
‘Henrik,” I called out weakly.
Henrik and his three friends were in the room in a flash. There was a
stunned silence as they came upon my raised buttocks. I knew they would have a
good view of my pussy and anus.
“Yes Mrs. Baker.” Henrik sounded remarkably calm, as if he was getting
use to my perverse behaviour.
“I am about to be punished,” I mumbled, totally humiliated by the
admission.
“Oh, good. I like to watch your
punishment.”
Without warning the strap flashed down across my buttocks. It hurt like
nothing I had felt before. Instinctively I tried to move away but was jammed in
the corner. I could now see why Maria had wedged me in the corner. The blows
kept raining down on my poor buttocks. I screamed and squirmed, but it did not
help. Every so often Maria would hesitate and warn me to keep my back arched
and buttocks in the air. I forced myself to obey.
I cried out for her to stop, begging her I could take no more. But she
knew better. The strap kept coming down across my buttocks.
Finally the spanking stopped. I remained wedged in the corner, sobbing
to myself. Maria pulled on my chain and I turned around to face her. I knew I
had tears rolling down my cheeks and my nose was running. Maria stuck out her
hand, and without hesitation I began suckling on her fingers again. She then
led me off along the hallway and down the stairs to the front door. She took
off my collar, removed her hanky from her bag and wiped my nose, kissed me on
the cheek, then was gone.
For a long moment I remained kneeling at the front door, trying to
absorb what was happening to my life. I was being made to submit to perverse
behaviour I did not think I would ever be capable of. But I also knew, even if
I could not understand why, that my senses felt more alive than I could ever
have felt possible.
I was shaken from my reverie by Steven coming down to fetch me. I saw
him coming, and without thinking I crawled up the stairs towards him. He smiled
at my submissive behaviour towards him. Steven walked into our bedroom and I
followed him. He instructed me to stand up at the end of our large wooden
framed bed, facing towards the bed.
“Bend over at the waist, and open your legs as wide as you can.”
I willingly obeyed. He ran his nails up and down my sensitive buttocks,
causing me to whimper in pain and excitement.
“I think my little sex slave has finally earned a good fucking,’ he
whispered crudely into my ear. “Don’t you agree?”
“Yes, Sir,” I readily agreed, “Please take me
hard.”
With that I arched my buttocks out provocatively. Teasingly Steven
slowly pressed his penis against my vulva, but left it resting there. I pushed
back further, begging him to enter me. Slowly he entered me slightly, before
withdrawing. I cursed him for teasing me so. He repeated the act several more
times, pushing me right to the edge. I was screaming for satisfaction.
Then, just like the first sudden blow of the strap, he penetrated me
vigorously, going deep and hard. I groaned with the ecstasy. Again and again he
pummelled into my buttocks, their tenderness only further inflaming my
pleasure. We came together in a chorus of unbridled pleasure.
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