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Humiliation
by Alaina (alaina5@hotmail.com)
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I try with every bone in my body not to cry, it comes
from somewhere I can't control. It's something that
hurts me to my core because I know I'm displeasing you
but... (Mdom/F, sm, ws, mc)
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She could hear his breathing as he stood over her, could
smell him. A mixture of clean sweat and confidence. His
demeanor and presence frightened Sara. This wasn't just
a wannabe Dom playing around for a piece of pussy. She
could feel him, the complete confidence that she was
his.
Yet, through her fear she felt at home. He was lord and
protector, an age old philosophy that had grown
cumbersome to women this day and time. The advent of the
net brought submissive women out in droves. The wimpy,
afraid men also came out in droves, wanting a lover that
would satisfy their whims.
But with John, she had found something amazing happening
to her. It was as if she had fallen into a pit at first,
but after a while the pit became lovely. He would bring
her out of it from time to time. Little things for her,
for her pleasure because she had pleased him. Her worth
came from pleasing him, the center of her life. A man
that had complete and utter control over her.
Yes, she thought as she held her face inches from the
floor, a fantasy come true.
She felt him bend down and whisper heavily in her ear,
"OK Darlin,' that's long enough, are your legs asleep?"
She spoke above a whisper, just audible enough for him
to hear, "Yes Master, they have been asleep for the last
half hour."
"Good, now I want you to relieve your bladder before you
move, let it puddle under you. If you can do it without
crying this time, I won't make you kneel in it for
long."
Her lower lip shook as she heard his words. For her it
was the ultimate humiliation to have to pee on the floor
while wearing her panties. Peeing on herself was bad
enough, but doing it in her panties was awful. Something
she had never been able to do without bursting into
tears.
Sara whispered, "Yes Master," and tried to let her
bladder go, biting her lower lip hard, trembling as she
felt it come, hot urine flowing over her chilled legs,
puddling on the floor under her, the ammonia rising up
and filling her nostrils. Feeling her panties bag from
the weight of the moisture.
As she peed, kneeling, her hands up under her, balanced
with her face inches from the floor, she could see her
tears hitting the floor in a flood, watching mesmerized
as the urine flooded under her face pooling with the
tears.
She moaned gutturally as she felt her chest begin to
hitch. Oh , no, she didn't want to cry, it just came
with the intense humiliation. She begin to shake with
the sobs, busting out in a wailing as it took hold of
her, the pee under her, his shadow above, disgusted that
she couldn't control her crying.
He squatted in front of her, bring his head down near
her own. "Sara, we are going to whip this crying thing.
You do very well, you are a sharp, witty wonderful
slave. We don't have many problems, whipping is
discipline rather than punishment the way it should be.
But I can't abide this busting out in tears over every
little thing. I'm going to yell at you now and then, I'm
going to be firm, I'm going to have you do humiliating
things because I enjoy seeing you that way and I know,
in your little slave heart you enjoy it. We are clear on
all this aren't we?"
She took a deep breath and answered, "Yes Master, you
are correct on all those points."
"Then why must we have these tears and crying over every
little thing? I expect tears when the cane or whip is on
you, it would be cruel to deny you that. But I will not
tolerate you crying at every other turn in our day.
Understood?"
She tried her hardest, the only way she had been quiet
through his little sermon was to hold her breath. When
she took a breath, the wails came again. Loud.
He stood quickly, she heard his voice as he walked away,
"Fuck." Shaking, her nose almost touching the urine on
the floor she heard him come back into the room.
THHOCCK!
She fell forward without grace as the cane came down on
her upturned bottom, her face sliding through the urine,
trying desperately to hold her position.
"Ten Sara, count, loudly, if you're going to cry, I'll
give you reason."
She awoke sometime later. She remembered the 10th
stroke, how it had knocked the breath from her as her
face hit the floor, she vaguely remember more but it was
fuzzy. Her bottom felt like hamburger.
The piss was strong in her nose. She had slept in it she
realized with horror. It was now cold but hadn't started
to evaporate. She hadn't been passed out long. She knew
from instinct not to rise without his expressed
permission.
She was now laying face down on the floor, she slowly
pulled herself together and made it shakily into the
punishment position. The only thing to do when she
wasn't sure of her actions. When he confused her and she
didn't know what to do to please him she could fall on
her knees, head down to the floor and it brought her
solace to be able to open herself up, because that was
what it signified.
Head to the floor, bottom up in the air she drifted away
in her world of him, thinking why she couldn't hole
those tears back. breathing hard and concentrating. The
pain in her buttocks screaming and bringing her mind to
a point.
"Sara."
She jumped at the sound of his voice.
"I see you are able to kneel, should I worry about your
well being?" He walked around, bent and looked at her
bottom, her flinching slightly as he gently moved his
hand across it. "Looks OK darlin,' no broken skin, but
the welts are impressive."
She swallowed hard and told him she was OK.
He sat down in a chair at the counter. "Bring your head
up and look at me Sara, sit on your calves, relax while
I speak"
She gingerly raised up, feeling strange at the
unexpected opportunity of looking directly at him. Her
bottom resting on her calves made her flinch slightly
but she slowly let out her breath, relaxing and shyly
looking into his deep brown eyes, feeling love,
admiration and trust welling up in her.
"I'm not going to go over how things are with us. We
made everything clear when we negotiated. You made no
mention of peeing on yourself in your limits. I
understand that things may come up in our relationship
that will be hard for you. I intend to help you with
these things. I am responsible for your well being, I do
not want to break you but I can't abide with this
crying. You understand my views don't you?"
She nodded and spoke.
"Yes Master, I understand you completely. May I try to
explain my actions?"
"Ordinarily Sara, I wouldn't want to hear excuses, you
know that, but today, if you think you're explanation
will help me help you stop this crying business, go
ahead."
Sara took a deep breath, prayed for the tears not to
come again and spoke. "I try with every bone in my body
not to cry, it comes from somewhere I can't control.
It's something that hurts me to my core because I know
I'm displeasing you but..." She shook all over as she
spoke, admitting where the crying came from. "But, I
think it's a prideful part of me buried deep that wants
to keep control of me, to keep you out. I hate it
Master, make it... make it go away."
She looked up at his face with pleading in her eyes. He
licked his lips, put out his arms and motioned her to
come to him. She crawled to him, up in his lap and
buried her face in his neck. He held her head against
him and whispered in her ear, "Cry Sara, go ahead, let
it out. I'll help you darlin,' that's what I'm here for,
we'll work on this diligently and the day you can bend
down and lick up your pee of the floor without tears,
I'll reward you. Now come on, let's get you in a hot
bath and cleaned up."
He rose carrying her to the bathroom, running her tub as
he wiped the tears from her face.
END
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This story was written as an adult fantasy. The author
does not condone the described behavior in real life.
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