Tag: Humiliation

Celeste Part 2 4 (8)

This entry is part 2 of 9 in the series Celeste

The story primarily involves psychological aspects of femdom intertwined with humiliation and physical abuse.

written by Chaosmonkey
 original source of the story was Mistress Destiny's Femdom Forums

So that’s what I became. I cut holes in the floor, in front of the door, in front of the sofa, under the dining table, here and there throughout the flat. Some are big enough for my face and chest to fit through, others smaller holes for my cock and balls. I got hold of an old mechanic’s trolley, the sort they use for sliding under cars, and built a trap door so I could get under the floorboards and slide around on the trolley. Continue reading “Celeste Part 2 4 (8)“

Celeste Part 1 5 (10)

This entry is part 1 of 9 in the series Celeste

The story primarily involves psychological aspects of femdom intertwined with humiliation and physical abuse.

written by Chaosmonkey
 original source of the story was Mistress Destiny's Femdom Forums

It had all started normally enough. I had met Celeste at a party, I forget which one, but I could never forget that moment when I first saw her strut across the room. She was perfect, more than perfect. Stunningly beautiful, yes, but so much more than that. There was something about the way she moved with such absolute poise and confidence, with such certainty. I was mesmerized, utterly in awe, a shock almost. It didn’t even occur to me that she might talk to me, let alone be interested in me. She was on another level. In fact, I remember thinking that at the time, she was just on a completely different level to me. Continue reading “Celeste Part 1 5 (10)“

Violin Virtuoso 3.9 (22)

This is a story about a man who had fully committed himself to one dominant woman, special to him.

written by Chaosmonkey
 original source of the story was Mistress Destiny's Femdom Forums

I remember like it was yesterday opening that case, slowly lifting the lid, running my fingers along the velvet interior, not even daring to touch the smooth hardwood of the violin itself. It was days before I had the courage to actually touch it, weeks before I finally lifted out from the case and held it aloft. I was in awe, more than that, I was scared by it, by what it meant to me, of the memories. It was so much a part of my grandfather, so much a part of my childhood. All those years staring up at him, his eyes screwed shut, his fingers dancing along its neck. They say he was the best of his generation, a true virtuoso. The music flowed from him, flowed directly into my soul, not so much sound as pure emotion. I could feel it reverberate through every cell of my body, it wasn’t something external, it somehow seemed to come from within me. Every note, every pause, every moment took me into an ever more dreamlike state. It was my religious ecstasy, my paradise. I felt so close to him, connected by the pure emotion of his music. When he played the world simply melted away, it stopped to listen, sat in rapture until he was finished, until he shut that magical violin back in its case and the spell was broken. Continue reading “Violin Virtuoso 3.9 (22)“

Becky 3.3 (9)

The author wrote a short story about a humiliating lady boss at the workplace who has introduced him to his new duty of spit shining her footwear.

written by Unknown author
 original source of the story was Submitted by a visitor

Becky was my superior in my first job. She’d joined about a year after me and my management was one of her responsibilities. I felt humiliated by her from the start as I had applied for the job myself but had not got it despite being more qualified and having more experience than her. She, however, was stunning and had an unbelievably sexy manner that turned men to putty. So it was her that got the job. And she loved the fact that someone more suited to the role was her underling. She would spend her days bossing me around and would call me ‘boy’ and ‘number two.’ i even once heard her laughing in the corridor about my name being number two as I loved to be treated like shit so the name was fitting. This was not true, although I must admit I did find being ordered around by someone so beautiful strangely thrilling. But up until one November morning, it was just a case of her treating me like a skivvy and nothing more. That was until we found ourselves alone in one of the store cupboards. Continue reading “Becky 3.3 (9)“

Late Night Train 4.4 (13)

The author wrote a well-written fantasy about an ordinary man being sexually humiliated and used by a beautiful young woman wanting to use him for some fun.

written by BITEME
 original source of the story was Mistress Destiny's Femdom Forums

Author warnings:

This story contains some elements that might be considered racism. However, if you read it you will know the race is NOT the focus.

Also, the story is fiction inspired by some of my own true experiences.
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It is close to 2 AM. Lin stands uncomfortably in the packed subway. Being a grad student on a student visa and the only son of a poor Chinese family, he often stays late into the night in the research lab with the hope that his outstanding academic performance will one day land him a nice paying job and take some pressure off his parents. Unfortunately, that often means a general lack of sleep and social life. At 26 years old he belongs to the increasingly rare breed of men that have never dated a girl. Of course, his shy demeanor does not help, either. In any case, his current dilemma doesn’t involve any specific girl. Rather, it’s the rush of new year’s eve party-goers trying to get home. Combined with the sudden snow throughout the day, the train is unusually crowded.

The train shudders to a stop and the door opens. More people get on and the crowd pushes Lin in front of a line of seats. Obviously, all the seats are occupied long ago so the only thing he can do is just keep his eyes open in case anyone decides to get off. Looking around him it seems that he is surrounded by shit-faced drunkards that can barely tell where they are. That’s when he finally notices the beautiful woman seated right in front of him. She looks to be about the same age as him. Her perfectly clean face exudes a cold beauty like a classic Roman marble statue. She is wearing earphones and her wavy long blond hair drapes over her shoulders like something from an oil painting. The expensive form-fitting flare coat on her body doesn’t hide the sexy curves beneath it. Her right leg is crossed over her left in a feminine fashion. Her legs are covered in long black tights that end in a pair of black knee-high boots. The heels are about 4 inches in length and about 1 cm in diameter at the bottom. The few nerdy girls Lin knows in his life don’t dress like this at all so he is taking this chance to secretly get an eyeful. Continue reading “Late Night Train 4.4 (13)“

Midnight Train to Jail 4.6 (17)

The author wrote a story about an intended rape victim who turned the power play against her attacker crippling him in the process

written by John Blaze
 original source of the story was Mistress Destiny's Femdom Forums

It was an incredibly hot summer. One of the hottest on record. It was bad enough that Suzanne had to leave the office late each day that week, but this night was especially frustrating. The legal meeting on the pending merger was intense and tonight’s dinner meeting uptown didn’t end with any final understanding of a path forward. The taxi strike was just the icing on the cake. As Suzanne sat down in the subway car, she was all but exhausted.
Her long red hair sat on her shoulders, damp with sweat. The heat on the subway seemed even more unbearable than the heat outside. Suzanne looked around the empty subway car. She glanced ahead through the door at the far end of the car and noticed the next car was empty too. Honestly, she wouldn’t have been surprised if the whole train was empty. Alone on a subway after midnight… “Not too smart,” she thought. The good thing was that this was the express train. There were two stops and then a long 20-minute ride with no stops that would drop her at the downtown station right next to the police station. Heck, maybe she could even get some sleep along the way.

At that moment, the train made one of the only two local stops. A middle-aged man slowly stepped onto the train. He had a buzz cut and some grey stubble for a beard. He wore some loose grey sweat pants and a white T-shirt. As the door closed he walked slowly down the center aisle towards Suzanne. The hairs on the back of her neck stood up. Something seemed …off. Continue reading “Midnight Train to Jail 4.6 (17)“

A Million Dollar Floor Mat 4.4 (7)

The author wrote a fantasy about a magical carpet made out of a living man for a woman’s pleasure

written by ogilthorpe
 original source of the story was Mistress Destiny's Femdom Forums

Chapter #1

From:
L Baxter, CEO
Custom Floormats Inc.
Suite 675
Grandamme Bdg.
Chicago, Illinois

To:
Ms. Jennifer Blake
1714 Hitone Street
Evanston, Illinois

My Dear Jennifer:

I spoke to your mother yesterday on the phone. She told me about the long talks that she has had with you, and that you are ready for your first mat purchase. I shall have the pleasure of meeting with both you and your remarkable mother next Tuesday. Continue reading “A Million Dollar Floor Mat 4.4 (7)“

Lindsay’s Toy 4.7 (21)

The author wrote a fantasy about a dominant girl who realized and tested her influence over a younger boy

written by Unknown author
 original source of the story was Unknown source

Part I

On his way home from skateboarding at the park, Bobby took his usual route. He always detoured a couple of blocks out of his way so he would pass by Lindsay’s’ house. After all, there was always a chance he would catch a glimpse of her. He would do almost anything to see her shapely muscular legs and curvy young figure. Her smooth tanned skin, soft black hair and lovely green eyes filled his thoughts as he walked slowly along.

As he rounded the corner and headed up her street it was obvious today was his lucky day! There she was on the front porch painting her fingernails. His heart began to beat faster as he drew nearer to her house. Would she talk to him, or even notice him? Should he say something to her?

Out of the corner of her eye, Lindsay saw him coming down the street. She noticed how he seemed nervous, trying not to look like he was staring. She was amused because she knew what a huge crush he had on her. She felt little for the 14-year, other than that it was fun to torment him. The things she could make him do with just a wink and a smile amazed her. The power she had over him was intoxicating and she couldn’t help herself. If he was willing to offer himself up for her abuse that was his problem. She smiled to herself as he made his way past her. A cruel idea popped into her pretty head. Today she could have some fun with him! Continue reading “Lindsay’s Toy 4.7 (21)“

Amina 4.7 (15)

An erotic story about servitude of one slave to his mistress

written by L. S.
 original source of the story was Unknown source

Amina, half Greek, half Spanish, had an astonishing pair of large, dark eyes, and the blackest hair that John had ever seen. She was very tall – even though she was seated, it was obvious – and from his vantage point at a nearby table in the bar, he could see her long, muscular legs. They were, perhaps, the most beautiful legs he had ever seen in his life. They were fully exposed beneath the hem of her short, black skirt, and accentuated by being encased in sheer black nylon. She was wearing high-heeled lace-up shoes, elegant and expensive-looking, and these, by raising her heels three inches from the ground, highlighted the firm muscles in her calves and thighs. In retrospect, John felt that it was probably her shoes, more than any other factor, which caused him to do what he did next.

Most probably those elegant shoes. Nonetheless, it was debatable. Maybe it was those deep, Mediterranean eyes – in which a man could sweetly drown. Maybe the outline of her firm breasts under her tight cotton tee-shirt. Maybe it was the way the light was reflected along the edge of her nyloned stockinged thigh. Or maybe it was just because, after three beers, he was slightly drunk, hence not quite so shy and inhibited as usual. Whatever the reason, John Preston rose from his seat, walked over to the beautiful woman whom he had never seen before in his life, knelt before her, and kissed her feet. Continue reading “Amina 4.7 (15)“

Humiliated by the Landlady 4.6 (17)

A young man tells a story how he worshiped the feet of his landlady

written by Unknown author
 original source of the story was Unknown source

A few years back I was looking for a place to live. I read the newspapers and called a couple of places. I spoke with a woman at one place who had a room for rent in her new townhouse. Since the rent was in my price range, I arranged a meeting with her.

When I arrived she gave me the cooks tour, showing me all of the facilities and the room that was available. I was 23 and she was a semi-attractive 33. She was tall, dark-haired, and sort of redneckish and simple.

I told her I would take the place and asked when could move in. I moved in the following week. After a few weeks, we got to get to know each other and started getting along fairly well. We would watch TV in the living room in the evenings and I would do my share of things around the house. Continue reading “Humiliated by the Landlady 4.6 (17)“