All stories belong to their authors.
Contact: Sae.
There is no information about this tag yet.
Below you can find the list of all stories tagged Humiliation sorted from newest to oldest. You can use page navigation at the bottom of this page, filter by author or tag.
Thy was tied up. She was tied up well. She couldn't wriggle free. When the men had left before she had tried. They were behind a cop style mirror, where she couldn't see them, but they could watch every move she made. Her wrists were tied behind her, fastened to her ankles. There was a rope around her knees, pulling them apart, and she was slightly suspended from above, where ropes under her arms held her up. Her body was arched back, pushing out her breasts, and her legs were apart enough that Thy knew the men would be looking at her pussy. Occasionally she heard murmurs from behind the glass, and caught a word of English here and there. Thy was Japanese, and was in the country on a student exchange program…
Read →As shopping sprees went, it hadn't been a particularly good one. Sarah had found little to interest her, and wished now that she had done something different with her Saturday. True, she had found a few small items of lingerie in J. C. Penny, but not much else. She had consoled herself with lunch at an eatery on the top floor of the mall calling itself the Cottage Garden. It was pretentious and overpriced, but she did enjoy the lasagne and Caesar salad, accompanied by what the proprietors claimed was tea made the proper English way, Earl Grey in a large white tea pot, all to herself. The highlight of the lunch had been when a handsome guy had asked to share her table. They had chatted, and Sarah had crossed…
Read →"All right, that's all for today," Professor Johnson said. "Make sure you read pages 216–272 for Wednesday." Charlie dumped his notebooks into his bag, grabbed it, and quickly stood up. Cultural Anthropology was always so boring, and today he had been even more anxious for it to be over because he really had to go to the bathroom. He'd had a big breakfast and didn't get the chance to relieve himself before coming to class like he normally does, so he was getting rather uncomfortable by the end of Professor Johnson's lecture. A crowd of students began milling around the professor to ask him about the day's notes, but Chris was lucky enough to push out of the classroom before they started blocking the door. He…
Read →Part One "Mmmmmmhhheeewwwwwwwww. MMMMmmmmhheewwwwww. Mmmmmmhhh." She moaned loudly, sounding like a wounded cat as she did so. Another bead of sweat rolled down her forehead, her bare legs clenched together, tightly, tensed, her pulse quickening, breathing rapid, eyes dilated, face twisted. Her left hand waved through dark brunette hair, tied up in a single ponytail that flopped against her back and then rapidly grasped her thigh, finger–nails biting clutching her skin. Her body twitched, she shivered. Goose bumps rose on her bare legs, the cool air chilling her. She struggled again, breath held tight, eyes widening as the pressure came again. Stinging. Pulsing. She twitched violently, the shrieking pain…
Read →Note: This story contains Male Desperation, Accidental (Male) Wetting, and Humiliation. Mrs. Hauser was my PE coach in college. She was known for being a real bitch, and for having an incredible ass that she always showed off in tight jeans and skin–tight sweat pants. She developed the bitch reputation for not allowing people to leave to use the restroom in her class. Inevitably, once or twice a year, she'd make some poor freshman wet their pants in front of the entire class without fail. She seemed to get some type of sadistic pleasure out of watching you squirm until you flooded the pants you were wearing. She was especially mean to the guys, as I unfortunately found out my senior year in college. On this…
Read →Laura, an ambitious young woman, had decided to expand her skills by taking night classes at her local college to obtain a diploma in business studies, a qualification which would enable her to go after a more demanding and better–paid job than the tedious office assistant style stuff she was doing at present. Night classes took their toll, however. Starting at six p.m., she had very little time to get across town from work and rarely arrived in the classroom on time. She hated being late, and besides, her repeated late arrivals were beginning to irritate her tutor, Dr. Edwin White. Laura was late again this evening because her idiot boss had insisted on having her finish redesigning the filing system, not…
Read →Jenny laid there listening to the alarm clock go off. She looked over at the time with her long blonde hair falling over her face...she couldn't believe it was ten after nine. 'Oh well,' she thought. 'I'm already late for work anyways.' She got up and felt the cool autumn breeze blow through the window against her smooth, built legs. She pulled off her sexy purple nightie and threw it on the floor. Going through her dresser, she pulled out a cute black thong with a pink smiley face that winked and said "Don't You Wish" across it. As she pulled it up, a blast of cold air came in through the window that made her shiver and she reached across and closed it. She then went into her closet and pulled on a denim…
Read →Just for those of you that need a physical description to enjoy the stories here it is. I was going to just put a pic of my gf and me at the end of the story but then I changed my mind...sorry. Anyways, I'm 5'6, blond hair, hazel eyes, curvy with legs that just keep going forever ;) Lisa is 5'3, black hair, and green/grey eyes, think mini Selma Hayek. It's me again. I hope everyone enjoyed the last story. I had some more time to kill at work so I decided to write another one, or at least start one. Now there is another story I want to tell involving Lisa and me but I'll get to that one another time. Instead I'll go back to something that happened to me in high school. Four friends and I went to see a movie.…
Read →He couldn't believe it. It was Halloween night and there he stood in a stupid devil costume with the horns and plastic trident. He looked at himself in the mirror and thought how ridiculous it must look for a 20 year old guy to be trick or treating, but his girlfriend, Melody, loved to do it every year, even though she's 21. And just as she was thinking about her, there she walked in, wearing her very appealing fairy outfit: shiny blue skirt with purple spandex on underneath (after all, it is cold outside!) and a white spaghetti strap top barely holding in her beautiful 34 Cs covered with a small, yet warm pink jacket in which her lovely blonde hair fell down to her breasts even though it was held back by a…
Read →Here we are, returning from the Zoo, located some miles away from our city. Travelling in the car is my wife Michele and I, and a couple of friends: Max and Barbara. Max is driving (it's his car) and Barbara is sitting beside him, while I'm behind her and by my side is Michele. Well, "travelling" is really just an expression, because we left the Zoo an hour ago and we're still half way from home, stuck on the highway in the middle of a traffic jam. For Max and I it's just an inconvenience, but for the ladies it's much worse. They're both dying for a pee, and they can't do anything about it but try to hold on. All of this started when we were at the Zoo. As it was a Monday on a holiday weekend and also…
Read →A Chinese shop assistant provided me with one of the most interesting lunch hours of my life. I made a visit to Wendovers, a new clothing shop in the High Street to buy some new shirts. While I searched the racks for shirts in my size, and in my style, I overheard a conversation going on between two of the shop assistants. As I began to listen, my ears literally pricked up. I had already noticed the Chinese girl when I came in. She was slim with long black hair, and dressed in typical working attire –– black heels, black pencil skirt and a white short–sleeved blouse. She was standing in an enclosed area where the tills were located, along with an older woman with a repellent perm and frumpy clothes. Their…
Read →School was going by so slow. Well, that's what 18–year–old Nicole thought anyways, sitting in her high school chemistry class. Nicole was a dream girl...shoulder length brunette hair that she always had in some sexy position and never wore the wrong way. Always wearing her short skirts with her stockings and high heels...and of course, today, she was wearing one as well. A short pink skirt that definitely wasn't school dress code length, but she managed to keep her fingertips above it and black stockings that ran right up to under the end of her skirt with her black high heels that just went past her ankle. And her cute little top that was way too tight and showed off her 32 C breasts nicely. All the guys…
Read →I first saw her as I was walking along the main concourse at Kennedy Airport, looking for the departure gate for the American Airlines flight to San Francisco. She was perched up on one of the metal railings, shoes off and peering down at her feet. A slim blonde, probably in her mid–twenties, I could not help but admire how apt was her appearance– I'd already recognized her flight attendant uniform as belonging to the Scandinavian Airlines (or SAS) stable. She was simply very cute, and as hard as I tried not to stare at her as passed, I just couldn't help myself. She glanced up and caught me looking, but instead of quickly avoiding my gaze the way most western women would do, she smiled. It was an electric…
Read →Jenny said "goodbye" to her last client of the day, and hitched her bag up onto her shoulder as old Mrs. Finch closed the front door behind her. The sun beat down on her, and a heat haze rose from the pavement. A gentle breeze took the edge off the heat, but it was still easily the hottest day of the year so far. She felt thirsty, and wished she could take a long, refreshing swig from the bottle of water at the bottom of her bag; but she dared not. She was already feeling the first faint urges of the need for a pee, and there was nowhere that she could stop to use the toilet on the long walk across town to her old friend Samantha's house. Sure she'd be able to use the toilet when she got to Sam's; but she didn…
Read →Sharon handed her ticket to the uniformed steward who was standing on the platform beside the open door to carriage E of the Inverness Sleeper. He studied it for a moment or two and made a tick on a piece of paper on his clip board, then handed the ticket back to Sharon. "Turn right," he said in an indifferent, couldn't–care–less tone of voice. "Third compartment. Your room mate's already aboard." Sharon wasn't altogether happy with the idea of sharing a sleeping compartment with a total stranger, but that was the deal if you could only afford a standard class fare. First class passengers got a sleeping compartment to themselves; but first class fares were way beyond Sharon's means. So she hefted her…
Read →
All stories belong to their authors.
Contact: Sae.