Subjugation Pt. 01: Humiliation – BDSM – Free Sex Story

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Walking into the bustling hotel lobby, you skirt past the doorman and walk along the foyer, past the reception, to a row of seats forming a square. There is a glass table in the centre with a gorgeous display of Bird of Paradise flowers, their orange flowers bright and happy.

Sitting in one of the seats looking down towards the reception you see I’m in a sharp black suit with a white collared shirt slightly unbuttoned. I am smartly groomed with a clean shave, my green eyes looking out for you. However, it is evident from my expression that I am not pleased, you can just tell from my face that I am not happy. Looking at the bright, cheerful flower display for a moment to steady yourself for what may come, you take a deep breath and walk towards me.

As you come and stand in front of me, I remain seated on the chair, my arms crossed on my lap. People moving about around us help fuel the feeling of nervousness.

Looking at you, I try and keep my composure and my mood. You’re dressed in a pretty little black dress; hair pulled back in a ponytail and a pair of sexy 6-inch heels.

As you smile trying to lift my mood, I look you directly in the eyes and ask, “Is there anything you need to tell me?”

Faintly you say, “No Sir.” with a tremble, trying not to make a scene.

One of our rules is that you respect my authority. We both created our rules to ensure we both get the experience we desire from this unusual relationship. Calling me Sir is one of those rules, and it distinguishes me as the Dominant and you as the Submissive.

“Louder,” I say

“No Sir,” you say a little more vocally

As I look over you with disdain, I repeat with a slower tone. “Is… there… anything… you… need… to… tell… me?”

“No Sir. I don’t think so.”

As I look at the contours of your legs disappearing under your dress, I smile and ask, “Did you go out on Saturday night, slut?”

A flash of fear crosses over your eyes at the realisation of what I will ask you, not here in public you think to yourself. Having this conversation in the hotel’s lobby brings a feeling of humiliation and in turn, excitement. A gentle shiver is moving down your spine and up your Vagina.

“Yes Sir, but I can explain, it was a friend’s birthday.” you begin to say in a pleading, hear me out kind of way.

You discover yourself being interrupted by me loudly saying. “Shut up, slut. I saw your Instagram photos. You went out. You met a man. A handsome man, you wanted him, didn’t you? Did you kiss him? Didn’t you slut?”

As you look around the lobby, you notice eyes begin to look at you, feeling your face flush and another more intense shiver run down your spine, your tingling Vagina beginning to feel a little moist.

“We have rules for a reason. You broke the rules, and there are consequences. What rule did you break, Slut?”

Your shoulders slumping forward I see your eyes move around the room as you say “We agreed to both abstain from Sex for ten days before we meet. I am sorry Sir that I broke this rule.”

Looking at you and catching your eyes I say, “I kept to the rules, I abstained.” What should I do?” I ask, looking hurt and stern.

“I need to be taught a lesson, Sir. Please teach me a lesson.” I hear you say.

The humiliation of this happening in a busy lobby, with people looking and judging you sends a growing shiver across your body, down your spine under your bum and up your mound. Your Vagina is wet and aching to be touched,

Locking eyes with you, I ask, “Are you sure you want this?”

“Yes Sir.” comes your answer.

“Do you want me to punish you?”

“Yes Sir.”

“Will you do as I say, and follow every instruction exactly?”

“Yes Sir.”

“Good.” I exclaim loudly as I stand up from my chair. My hands moving to my side and pulling out two items obscured until now.

“Put this on,” I say handing you a lace eye mask, its swirling pattern making your eyes shine through the black surround, “And this please.” I say handing you a leather leash attached to a studded collar.

It fits snugly around your neck as you buckle the warm leather, its tightness bearable yet constrictive.

Everyone is watching you; some gasp as other guests just shake their head. You feel your face flash crimson again in embarrassment as I lead you to the elevators like a dog. Your body excited and tingling your Vagina Hot and wet at this humiliation, you can feel your wetness between your legs.

“Come on slut.” I say, tugging you into the lift with the leash.

As the doors close behind you, I forcefully kiss your lips, claiming them as my own, your taste salty on my tongue.

As the elevator pings and the door opens, we walk quickly to the hotel room. The key card clicks and then pings, and the door opens. As I lead you into the room, the door clanging behind you, and we are walking through a uniform Vanilla hotel suite. The bathroom on the left, a large cupboard on the right as we pass through into a large open room. The king-size bed is pressed up against a wall, and the TV bracketed on the opposite side. You notice I have rearranged the room a little; there is a sizeable high-backed chair placed close to the bed with its back facing the netted windows. The room is brightly lit with all the lights switched on.

You see me turning to face you, the leash still wrapped around my hand you feel me tug it briskly, your Pussy tingling apprehensively.

“I blame myself,” I say sorrowfully “I knew you would not have the discipline to see this through properly, it’s your slutty behaviour. The only option is to retrain you.” I say releasing your leash.

“You will begin by preparing yourself for me. I want you to take off your clothes, make it sexy. You are safe with me, but I need you to know that you serve me. Who do you serve?”

“I serve you, Sir,” you say as you start to reach for the zip of your dress, moving your hands to your shoulders and slipping the material over your skin. The cool air on your Hot skin. As the material slides down over your arms, you move to cross your arm over your exposing breast. Your arm crosses your chest covering your boobs and nipples as the other hand slides the dress over your hips. You smile when you see the reaction on my face when I notice you’re not wearing underwear, your Free hand covering your snatch as you stand there in your heels.

“Keep your shoes on.” I ask. Your legs look amazing in them, curving up as your fingers open to reveal your pink glistening Pussy. Your hands move from your boobs, and your tight nipples erect and perfectly round come into view.

“Lay down on your bed.” I say as I move to sit in the chair. As you do, your head lays back on a soft pillow. You shift on the bed in anticipation of what’s to come, my voice calms you, focuses you and excites you a little.

“I want you to touch your breasts for me, make your nipples hard for me please,” I say as I see your eyes close under the lace of the mask. Your fingers move to play with your nipples, your dainty fingers rotating around them, touching them as they harden and as you circle them slowly. Your body tingles as you play, feeling your shape change between your fingers.

“Keep circling your areola, 3 or 4 soft circles and then pull roll your nipple between your fingers for me. Do this four times. Start.” I say a little more demanding, shifting in my seat.

“Yes Sir,” you say as you relax and obey. As you play, you calm your breathing; the sensation of your fingers moving slowly around your areola sending a warm wave of pleasure down your body. As you roll your nipple, you feel the sensation shoot down your body and bury itself in your wetting Vagina.

As you finish your fourth cycle, you hear me say, “Good Girl. Again, four times. Start.”

You turn to look at me, your eyes framed by the lace, and notice my cocks shape under my trousers. Its shape is moving as I feel my muscles flex.

The touching making you feel alive, the way you’re touching and rolling your breast slowly increasing your desire making you speed up as you move to bend your leg up your heel perfectly placed on the bed so I can see your fingers moving over your glistening quim. My cock pressing hard against the trousers. A little pain as it restricts its growth.

“My deliciously Obedient girl, good job,” I say my voice quiet in the air, “I would like you to slowly stroke your Pussy.”

You start almost immediately, your fingers moving down your body. As your fingers reach your tummy a loud ‘crack’ ripples in the room and a pang of pain shoots up from your Pussy, over your body making you recoil your hands moving to cup your stinging Pussy lips.

As you open your eyes, you see me hovering over you with a riding crop, its 2-inch flat leather surface marked with your wet lubrication. The pain is intense for only a minute as you realise that you have forgotten to respond appropriately.

“Yes Sir. Sorry Sir.”

“OK. Continue.” I say with a smile. The sensation of hitting you with this light tap, sending a pulse of blood to my cock and fortifying my hardness.

You begin to circle and roll your nipples again, your hand moving back down your body as your fingers feel the heat of your Vagina. The first stroke of you along your labia is the best. From the humiliation of the lobby till now it has been aching to be explored. Your lips wet your fingers as they run along your labia. Your fingers are moving slowly to slide between your lips and moving up to your clitoris.

The other four cycles fly by in a haze of passion.

The command comes for you to slow down, your fingers wanting to go faster to quench this uncontrollable thrust to Orgasm. You can’t help moving more quickly as another tap comes down on your clitoris and fingers “Slowly.”

“Yes Sir” you respond as another wave of pain and pleasure moves over your body.

“Good Girl.”

“Now. Play with your clitoris, slowly.” “Continue to circle your nipples for me.”

As you play, your fingers work slowly. Feeling your fingers move around your clitoris and feeling it grow as your nipples harden even more. Your fingers are running up, and you’re your labia as you play.

“You may go faster if you like,” I say watching you play. My hand is moving over the long shape in my trousers. “You do not have permission to cum, do you figure out?”

“Yes Sir,” you say. Your eyes rolling back in your head as you move your fingers faster on your clitoris, your palm resting and pressing on your pelvis as I watch you grind against yourself.

Your Vagina feels alive, sensitive electric as you play. Your body is starting to tighten. Your legs both bent on the bed as your feet roll around in your heels.

“You do not have permission to cum. I control your Orgasm,” I command you. “Am I clear?”

Weakly you open your eyes and reply, “yes Sir.” your mind light-headed as you feel your body tighten.

Your breath is fast and loud as I watch you play. Your labia are reddening and shimmering as you play. You’re so close to the edge of losing control.

“May I cum Sir, please?” you say as your Vagina begs to explode.

“No, you coveted another, you broke our rules, you have to wait,” I say as the pain and pleasure meld together. “I know you’re close! I can smell your cunt in the air, you slut. “You want to please me?”

Loudly you plead “Yes Sir.” your fingers trying to control the urge to finish yourself off. Your body is writhing as I watch you flick your clitoris, your fingers darting over your labia and circling the entrance of your Vagina.

Your eyes shoot open in disbelief as you cry out a low long “Fuuuck, I’m so close.”

You cannot help thinking of the consequences of Cumming without permission. “Tell me to stop Sir, I need to stop, I’m so close.” you plead

“You can cum now.” you hear me say mercifully and your fingers spring back into action, caressing your clitoris, moving faster over your pea as I listen to you cry out in joy. The warm sensation of your Vagina exploding, your body shuddering and tightening as I watch your twitch on the bed. Your fingers are stopping, and your hands move behind your head. Clasping your fingers behind your neck, your elbows come together covering your face, your legs come together to your body trying to keep hold of the electricity flowing over you like a wave.

As your breathing subsides, and your body collapses you hear me say “Let me see you please.” You oblige by opening your legs, your heels together leaving your Pussy splayed open for me to see. Your Vagina glistens beautifully in the bright lights of the room as I look at you.

Outstretching a finger, I run up the centre of your labia from your Vagina entrance up to your clitoris. A little shudder as I reach it and circle it once. Putting my finger to your lips, I make you taste yourself as I feel you suck my finger.

“Do you still taste like a slut?” I ask.

“No Sir.” you respond, as you feel me run my finger up you again. This time I suck my finger into my mouth, tasting your warm saltiness in my mouth.

“I disagree; you taste of slut. Do you want me to keep treating you like a slut?” I ask.

“Yes Sir. Please.”

“Do you trust me?”

“Always, Sir.”

As you lay on the bed, your eyes closed you hear the familiar swoosh of a sent text message. You look up to see me putting my phone away.

“I got you a gift,” I say with a smile, “But before it arrives, I need you to remember I will keep you safe. I need you to remember a safe word. Redwood! Can you do that? Repeat Redwood!” I command.

“Thank you, Sir, I Understand. Redwood Sir,” you say, a sparkle of delight and trepidation crossing your face. As you remember that I have given you gifts before, toys & lingerie you smile so yourself. However, this time it feels different, darker, even a little bit scarier. The sensation sending confusing messages from your brain, your body sensing its vulnerability, fear creeps over you and yet still a warm quiver of excitement washes over your body trickling down your spine.

Moving to the bed, my hand clasps your leash, wrapping it tightly around my hands, and I command. “You will obey me, understand?”

“Yes Sir.” you respond as I run my fingers roughly over your Pussy, letting them slide between your lips as your dry Vagina once again starts to moisten with excitement.

Finally, there is a soft knock at the door. Pulling you up by your leash, I walk you to the door, stop and adjust your mask that has become dislodged as you masturbated for me on the bed.

For Suz

With special appreciation to Todger65 for editing this work.

The writer, Joe Laurenson, asserts himself as the creator and writer of this material. (01 March 2021)

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