Laurel's Humiliation

She arrived home from work; it was Friday and her day had drug on, the result of her anticipation. She was going to meet James for the first time. James is a Dom whom she had met online several months ago. At first, they just chatted, discussing her experiences -- what she liked and did not like; her limits, and which were hard limits and which were limits that may be pushed to broaden her experiences.

They chatted for hours at a time as they both found it easy to talk with each other. They shared their darkest fantasies. He was always on the hunt for more insight into her needs, her wants, and her deepest desires. Now, she was finally going to meet this man who knew more about her then perhaps even herself. As soon as she got home she checked her answering machine; there was a message from him:

Laurel,

I will be expecting you at 7:00 sharp; do not be late.
The address is 228 Maple Lane.

Laurel felt the butterflies in her stomach, wondering if this was what she really wanted. As if there was any question. Then it hit her; she was actually going to meet him. She looked at her watch. It was already 5:00 and she would have to hurry to make sure she was not late. Hurrying to her bedroom, she quickly stripped and was just getting ready to get into the shower when the doorbell rang. "Shit! I don't have time for this," her mind said as she threw on her housecoat and hurried back down stairs to answer the door.

She opened the door and saw a deliveryman with a package for her. She signed for the package and was about to close the door when the deliveryman said, "There is one more thing, Ma'am."

With that she turned and asked, "What?" He handed her an envelope with the words:

Open Now!

-James

She feared what might be in the envelope, but knew he meant open it now. Period! She opened the envelope and found a card. The card read as follows:

Laurel,

The deliveryman is doing me a great favor and deserves a tip for his services. I promised him if he made sure the package was delivered on time that he would be rewarded. I know you are standing there in your robe. Now tell the man that it is time for his reward, and simply open your robe and show him your charms.

-James

She felt the blood rushing to her face. Could she do this? Would she do this? Her mind was reeling. She could feel a blush spreading over her whole body, knowing that if she did not do it he would some how know. She looked right into the deliveryman's eyes and they seemed to be laughing at her as a knowing smirk formed on his face. Steadying herself, and struggling to find her voice, she spoke. "Thank you for making sure the package was delivered on time. Here is your promised reward." With that said, she tugged on the sash that held her robe shut and let it fall open, exposing her charms to his glaring eyes. She only left it open for a couple of seconds and then quickly shut the door.

As soon as the door was closed, she leaned against the wall, trying to compose herself. She was blushing deeper than she ever had, and she could feel a surge of electricity hit her cunt. She could not believe that she could get so turned on from such a humiliating act. Then a horrible thought hit her: what if the neighbors had seen her! No sooner did the thought enter her mind then her cunt started again.

She finally composed herself, picked up the package and went back up stairs to take her shower and get ready. She checked the clock. It was already 5:20 and she still had a lot to do. Before she got into her shower she opened the package. Inside she found a dark-blue pleated mini skirt along with a light blue sweater, a lace garter, matching bikini panties, and navy blue seamed stockings. There was also another note:

Laurel,

You now know what you are to wear tonight. Add your highest black or navy heels to the outfit. Make sure your cunt is shaved and your makeup is heavy. See you soon.

-James

She hurried and showered and shaved until her legs were silky smooth and her cunt was as smooth as a baby's bottom. The shaving took a little longer than she expected and now she was running a tad late. She picked up the phone and called for a taxi, then proceeded to brush out her hair and fix her makeup. She chose bright red lipstick, as she remembered that James had told her on numerous occasions that it was his favorite color.

She then started getting dressed, first the garter, then the stockings, making sure the seams were straight. After that she slipped on the panties, for she remembered him telling her that the panties go on over the garter so they can be easily removed. That was when it dawned on her there no bra and a blush crossed her face; she never went out without a bra.

Next she pulled the skirt on. It only came about four inches below her crotch. She realized she would have a hard time keeping her panties from showing, as the skirt barely covered her stocking tops. When she put the sweater on she realized how lightweight and tight it was. She could clearly make out her hard nipples under the sweater, leaving no doubt about the absence of a bra. She felt herself blushing again.

She slid her feet into a pair of black four-inch heels and headed downstairs to wait for the taxi. As she walked she could feel her tits swaying under the sweater. The movement caused her already erect nipples to become even more prominent.

She looked at the clock again and saw that it was 6:15; the taxi should be there any minute now, leaving plenty of time to get to the address. As she waited she gave herself the once over in the mirror; she could not believe the woman staring back her. The thought that she looked like a high-class whore had her blushing again. Five minutes passed, then ten. Her mind was racing as she kept hearing the message in her head:

Laurel, I will be expecting you at 7:00 sharp, Do not be late.

"Where is that taxi?" she wondered. "I cannot be late. I cannot disappoint James." The doorbell interrupted her thoughts "Thank God the taxi has finally arrived," she sighed. The taxi driver apologized and stated that traffic was a bear tonight. She grabbed her purse and the address and hurried to the taxi. She gave the driver the address, telling him to hurry, as she needed to be there by 7:00. The taxi driver replied that he would do his best for such a lovely lady. She could see that he was staring at her in his mirror, causing her to blush even more. She had never been so embarrassed, and yet so hot at the same time.

Despite the taxi drivers best effort, she arrived at the address five minutes late. She paid the driver and hurried to the door, where she rang the doorbell and waited. A few moments later the door opened and there stood James. He had a frown on his face, and simply stated, "You're late! Now get in here."

He let her by and closed the door behind them. She apologized by saying, "Sorry, but the taxi was late and the traffic was terrible" He ignored her words and simply led her into the living room.

"I was hoping that I would not have to start our first meeting by punishing you, but you were late and I cannot and will not tolerate tardiness." Pointing toward the corner of the room he ordered, "Go stand there."

Laurel started to protest, "But it was not my fault."

"SILENCE SLUT!" he roared. She fell silent and moved to the corner with him following close behind her. When she reached the corner he grabbed her wrists and pulled them up and behind her neck.

"Stay like this," he commanded. "Do not move. Remain silent until I decide on a proper punishment for you." The sound of his voice enveloped her mind.

As she stood there she could feel herself trembling, feeling like a schoolgirl being punished for acting up in class. Her breathing was labored and her cheeks felt hot -- so very hot. Moisture was seeping out of her cunt, causing her panties to stick to her freshly shaven cunt. "He knows too much," she thought. "My desire for discipline and humiliation. What should be horrifying has me wet with anticipation."

Her thoughts were interrupted by his voice, "Slut, get over here now." She lowered her arms and turned to walk toward him. His voice boomed again, "SLUT, DID I TELL YOU TO LOWER YOUR ARMS?" She quickly put her hands back behind her neck and walked across the room, very aware that her unrestrained tits were projecting out by the position of her arms and were bouncing, causing her nipples to rub against the sweater keeping them as hard as two small pebbles. She now stood before him, eyes lowered, face reddened with embarrassment, as her humiliation continued to escalate.

"You have misbehaved," he scolded her. "You were late and you have not totally obeyed me. We went over what would be expected of you as we chatted. You were told that I am very demanding and that I would punish you if you did not live up to what is expected of you. Either you did not pay attention, or you did not take me seriously. Either way, you will now understand fully."

With that she felt herself being quickly pulled over his lap, first by her waist then by her arms. The next thing she knew, she was looking at the hardwood floor with her arms pinned behind her back, ass in the air, and her feet dangling in the air. He grabbed the back hem of her skirt, tucked it into the waistband, and yanked down her lace panties, exposing her creamy ass to his gaze. "I see you are nothing but a little slut," he chuckled. "Your panties are soaked. You must want this very badly."

She had by now entered into a continuous state of embarrassment and, knowing that he knew how excited it got her, she feared where it would go. He started by rubbing her creamy cheeks, enjoying the smoothness of her flesh. Then CRACK he landed a solid crack on her left cheek. She let out a squeal of surprise and sudden pain, but before her mind could fully comprehend what had just happened he landed a second CRACK on the other cheek. He slowly rubbed her ass, watching the welts form in the perfect shape of his hand. The welts were bright pink, contrasting nicely against her white skin. He then started lecturing her, as he spanked her defenseless ass:

"You" CRACK! "Will" CRACK! "Not" CRACK! "Be" CRACK! "Late" CRACK! "Again!" CRACK! "When" CRACK! "I" CRACK! "Say" CRACK! "7:00" CRACK! "Sharp" CRACK! "I" CRACK! "Mean" CRACK! "7:00" CRACK "Sharp!" CRACK! "No" CRACK "Excuses!" CRACK! "DO" CRACK! "I" CRACK! "MAKE" CRACK! "MYSELF" CRACK! "CLEAR?" CRACK!

Her tears were flowing and her ass was burning. Through her pain and humiliation she sobbed, "I-I-I-I underrrstannddd, Sirrr. I-I-I ammm soooo sooorrrryyy". No sooner was she done answering him when he started again.

"When" CRACK! "I" CRACK! "Put" CRACK! "You" CRACK! "In" CRACK! "Position" CRACK! "You" CRACK! "Will" CRACK! "Not" CRACK! "Change" CRACK! "From" CRACK! "That" CRACK! "Position" CRACK! "Without" CRACK! "Being" CRACK! "Told" CRACK! "To" CRACK! "Do" CRACK! "So!" CRACK!

She was sobbing hard now, as he held her there admiring his work. The wonderful cream white that was her ass cheeks just a few minutes ago was now crimson RED and hot to the touch. As he caressed the abused flesh and her sobbing started to subside, he slipped his fingers into her cunt slit to find her flooded with excitement. He chuckled again, "I believe you enjoyed that slut."

He then stood up, causing her to fall in a heap at his feet. He barked out an order, "Kneel in position! Now!" From their many chats she knew that meant on her knees, back straight, hands behind her neck, and eyes lowered. Her panties were still around her ankles, but she dared not try to remove them for fear that she would find herself over his knee again. He walked out of the room "Stay," was his last command. How obscene this situation had become, she reflected, kneeling in position, being treated like a dog, panties around her ankles, her face stained with tears and her cunt juice running down her thighs. She stayed there lost in her thoughts, not sure how long he was gone although it seemed like an eternity.

When he returned he was pleased that she was still holding her position. He walked in front of her and told her to remove his pants. She looked at him and asked, "May I use my hands, sir?" He nodded his head giving her permission. This also pleased him, as she knew to ask before she moved her hands from their position.

While still maintaining her position she undid his belt and removed it. Setting it to one side, she next undid the snap on his jeans and unzipped them, noticing that he was not wearing underwear. As she started to pull his pants down his cock came into view. It was a little bigger than average but not huge. It was semi erect, pointing at her face. She finished sliding his pants down his legs and then removed them, folding them and setting them with his belt.

He then sat back down in his chair; reaching out and grabbing a handful of her hair he pulled her face to his cock, and told her to start sucking. She opened her mouth and took his cock in, tasting his flesh. There was a slightly salty taste of sweat, and the smell of his musk. The taste and the smell were intoxicating, and she devoured his cock. In no time at all his cock was as hard as steel. He pulled his cock from her mouth with a pop. As the suction broke, she let out a moan of disappointment. He had her stand and turn so that her back was to him.

"Spread your legs and bend over," James commanded. Her face flushed once again with embarrassment as she realized that in his seated position her ass and wet cunt were eye level with him. Her ass still showed signs of the spanking she had gotten earlier, and it was apparent that there would be some bruising. The next thing she felt was something cold and wet being rubbed onto her asshole, and then she felt his finger invade her rear passage. This caused her to jump a little.

"Hold still or you will be sorry," he snapped. She steadied herself as she felt more lubricant being applied and another finger being slipped in, then he inserted a third, as he started fucking her ass with his fingers. She was having trouble standing still as he sawed his fingers in and out of her ass. The next thing she heard was, "Now it is time, slut, to fuck that ass of yours." He stood her up and pulled her back toward his lap. "Slide my cock into your ass, slut."

She reached behind her, grasping his slimy cock, which was covered in lubricant (something she was grateful for) and lined it up with her rear passage. As soon as he felt the head enter her ass, he grabbed her hips and pulled her down hard onto his cock, causing her to scream in a mixture of pain and surprise. While holding her on his lap, his cock buried deep in her ass, he ripped the front of her sweater wide open. He then reached for the front hem of her skirt and tucked it into the waistband like he had done to the back just before he spanked her. Next he instructed her to spread her legs as wide as she could; she ended up with her legs over either arm of the chair, making her feel very vulnerable.

She felt him reach for something sitting on the side of the chair. As soon as he opened the non descript jar her nose told her it was peanut butter. Her mind went reeling again, wondering what he could be doing with peanut butter. She got her answer quickly, as he took two fingers and smeared her cunt with the peanut butter. He took two more fingers full and made sure her clit was well covered and that her entire slit was packed with it. He then called out, "Come here, Shadow. Here, boy."

As she heard the unmistakable trot of a large dog, she looked toward the door and saw a large German Shepard enter the room. She started to struggle, trying to get up; she did not want this to happen. She was scared to death of large dogs. "Please! No, not this," she cried. "Please! I beg you!" Her pleas fell on deaf ears.

As the dog approached she heard James say, "Stop struggling. You'll make him nervous and he might think you are trying to take his food away. That might cause him to bite you and you would not want that, would you?"

The dog came to James' side and sat. James offered Shadow his fingers, which the dog licked clean in no time at all. James pulled Laurel's arms behind her and held them there, then directed the dog's head between Laurel's legs to the peanut butter smeared there. As the dog started licking away at the peanut butter, Laurel felt his rough tongue slide across her slit and hit her clit. She jumped as she felt a spasm run through her cunt.

James reached around and started pinching her nipples, as he spoke to her. "I can see you're enjoying this. I can feel your ass grabbing my cock as your cunt is getting what it needs."

Shadow just kept up his licking, driving his tongue into Laurel's most intimate places. Laurel's head was spinning; she had never been so humiliated in all her life, yet her cunt was crying out for more. All the while James continued his verbal assault, humiliating her more and more as he stated, "You are nothing but a cheap slut, using this poor beast's tongue for your pleasure. Only a dirty little slut like you would get pleasure out of such a degrading act. You should be ashamed of yourself."

The more he humiliated her, the hotter she got and the more her ass clenched and unclenched around his cock. Shadow just kept licking away at the peanut butter between her legs. She was close to cumming and she knew there was nothing she could do to stop it. Her ass was stuffed full with James' hard cock. Her legs were splayed wide. Her nipples were being pinched. And James kept telling her how she was nothing but a cheap dirty slut.

All of a sudden her mind snapped and her body exploded in a mind-shattering orgasm. Her orgasm kept going on and on as Shadow continued to lick the last of the peanut butter mixed with her cunt juice from her cunt. Her continuous orgasm triggered James' orgasm, which sent her over the edge one more time as he gripped her titties even harder and filled her ass with his cum. That was all she could take as her world went bright white then black.

She came to several minutes later. She was still sitting on James' lap, her legs still splayed wide and his softening cock still in her ass. Shadow was gone and James was quietly telling her that she was a very good little slut. He helped her up and then told her to get into position. This was a bit rough as her legs were like rubber and she had not fully recovered from her massive orgasm.

He then spoke, "I see you enjoyed this evening. Now, you have a choice to make. You can get up, go to the hall, call a cab, and go home. Or you can stay here for the weekend to be used and abused as I see fit. I warn you, this is your last chance to decide. Once you decide to stay you will not have access to a phone and will not be permitted to leave until Sunday afternoon. If you decide to stay, strip down to your stockings, garter, and heels and follow me."

Laurel's mind was going a mile a minute. Part of her said to call a cab and get out of there before being subjected to anymore humiliation, but her cunt was already screaming for more. She stood up, turned toward the hall, then back toward James. She shrugged her shoulders letting the tattered remnants of her sweater fall to the floor, and then unfastened her skirt, letting it puddle around her feet and followed James.

This is my first submission, more humiliation awaits Laurel.