It started reasonably enough. I was deciding what to wear for the day and had the thought to dress up for him. Well, I call it getting dressed up, compared to what I generally wear. I chose a short pink skirt because I knew it would be embarrassing for me and I know he likes that. I chose a pretty pink bra to match and a low-cut white top. I found a pair of cute heels that I slipped on. I made sure to straighten my hair and get everything straight before walking out into the living room. It was completely worth it seeing his face as I walked in. My face was a bit red at what I was wearing, but I was more than happy to please him in this way.
He pulled me towards him as I passed and pushed his hand under my skirt. His hand on my ass causing me breath to catch and I arched back into his hand. He let me go with a slap on my ass and that was that. I started going about my day. Every so often I’d see him looking at me, enjoying the view. I was starting to get used to the clothes, starting to feel a bit less embarrassed. I should have known better.
He passes me as he’s done countless times today, but this time he stops and turns me to face him. He pulls my top and bra down below my tits. He takes my tits into his hands and gives them a few squeezes. His fingers are on my nipples – pinching, teasing, pulling. I can’t help the moan that leaves my mouth as he lets my tits drop. He gives them a few slaps, making them bounce around.
“That’s much more appropriate for you,” he says giving them another bounce, “isn’t that right, tits?”
“Y-yes, Sir,” I replied trying to keep still. He gives them a final bounce and walks off. I look down and see my tits completely exposed, just hanging out of my shirt and bra. I know he intends for me to walk around like this. My tits on full display for him. I can’t seem to move. I know as soon as I do all I’ll be able to think of is my tits.
I’m still standing there when I hear him walking back. My head snaps up and I’m wondering what other humiliations he’s come up with as soon as I see his amused expression. He comes to a halt in front of me and looks me up and down.
“You wanted to be on display for me, tits, so I thought it would be a good idea to make sure I always know where you are,” he says, and I know exactly what is coming, “you can’t be on display if I don’t know where to look.”
“Yes, Sir.” He pulls two nipple clamps from his pocket, bringing them up to my tits, admiring the view, giving me time to soak in the embarrassment of what is about to happen. You see, they aren’t just normal clamps, they aren’t clothespins, nothing so normal. Each one has a little bell that hangs down from it. He attaches each and gives each a little flick, sending them swaying and ringing. It is utterly humiliating. I know that every time I move, they will ring, announcing my presence.
I’m so focused on my tits and their new adornments I’m confused at first when I hear the tinkling ringing noise again. My tits aren’t moving, the bells aren’t ringing. So why am I still hearing it. I look up to see Sir with another clamp in his hand. Another clamp with another bell attached. I’m sure I just let out a whimper. I had thought the bells on my tits would be enough. I was mistaken. He leans down and lifts my skirt, running a finger along my cunt. I feel a shudder run down my spine at the touch. I want him to keep touching me like that, but I know he won’t, that’s not my purpose today. He brings his finger up to my lips and I open for him, his finger sliding into my mouth, bringing the embarrassing taste of my arousal to my tongue.
“Is someone a little wet at having it’s tits played with?”
“Y-yes, Sir,” my words are slurred around his finger.
“Good tits,” his fingers go back to my cunt, “this will keep this hole closed so you can remember your purpose today.” I feel the clamp close over both of my cunt lips. Keeping it closed. Making it only useful for humiliation. For bringing attention to my humiliated state. I can feel my cunt dripping at this new treatment. He sends me on my way with a slap to my tits.
Every step I take is another wave of embarrassment. I step, my tits move, the bells ring, my cunt gets wet. It doesn’t help that I can feel the bell hanging between my legs which is making me walk a little funny. Which is just making the bells ring more. Every so often I hear Sir chuckling at the sight of me. He keeps asking me to bring him things, a book, a drink, the remote. I know he’s only doing it because it amuses him to see me like this. And that just makes my cunt drip more. It is on one of these trips across the room he has be stand in front of him. He lifts the front of my skirt and sees the wetness literally dripping down my leg.
“Aw, is someone getting all wet and desperate at being my tit display? You know your wet cunt isn’t getting any attention today other than that cute little bell dangling from it. You’re on your denial, you’re my anal only butt slut currently, and of course, my tit display. How about we give that ass of yours a little attention instead?”
“I – um, yes please, Sir,” I say, desperate for any bit of relief for my aching cunt, even if that comes from my ass.
But he pulls me down over his lap with my ass in the air. This – this is not the position for pleasure or relief…. Sure enough as the back of my skirt flies up, his hand comes down on my ass hard. I yelp as his hand just keeps coming down. Pausing briefly to slowly and gently run his fingers over my ass before coming back down hard again and again. It’s all I can do to stay still on his lap, the bells on my tits and cunt are ringing. I’m whimpering and whining. My cunt feels soaked. He pauses his ministrations and I feel his hands tuck the hem of my skirt into my waistband. He raises me up and directs me to bend over in front of him with my ass towards him.
“I think that’s a nice red color,” he says, running his hand over my ass, “a nice suitable pleasing color for you. And now that your ass is so pretty, you can keep that pretty ass on display for me while you lick my ass.”
“Yes, Sir, thank you, Sir.” I turned around slowly, getting to my hands and knees. It was always so humiliating to lick his ass. And knowing my bright red ass would be on display for him while I did, just made my cunt even more wet.
He reclined back on the couch, putting his ass right next to my face. I took a deep breath to ready myself.
“Go ahead, ass licker,” he says as his hand goes into my hair, pushing my head down. I whimper slightly before lowering my head, pushing my face into his ass. My tongue darts out, starting slowly, with long strokes up and down his ass. Working him into it, working him up to the pleasure I want so badly to give to him. My tongue pushes into his asshole, working in and out. Trying my best to give him the pleasure he wants. My face in his ass, my focus is solely on that. All I can see, all I can smell, all I can taste, is his ass. My cunt feels like it is a damn river from the humiliation of it. Knowing he’s staring at my red ass while I do this for him. But I know I won’t be stopping anytime soon, so I redouble my efforts and try to do my absolute best.
After what feels like hours, but was probably only an hour at most, he pulls my head back and chuckles. I’m sure I look a mess. My face wet from my own spit as I licked his ass over and over again, my hair all messed up.
“I think I like this look a lot, but I think we can do better can’t we tits?”
“I – um, yes, Sir?” I say, though it’s more of a question. I’m not sure what he means exactly. I already look ridiculous. What more can he mean? He leaves the room for a moment before coming back with a plug in hand. I watch as he walks over behind me, and feel as he pushes it into place, deep in my ass. I feel him fiddling with it. Feel the plug filling me. Feel my cunts desperation for something to fill it. He leads me, crawling, over to a spot near the wall, in front of the couch, but slightly off to the side. He has me stay there for a moment while he collects a few things.
When he comes back I feel my face go red at what he’s holding. I watch, helplessly, as he spreads out a puppy pad on the floor. It is meant as an aid to potty training dogs, not – not for people. But then he’s pushing me onto the pad, having me kneel on it with my legs spread open. He pulls a gag out of his pocket and I suddenly know exactly why he put the pad down. The ring gag goes in my mouth and even while he secures it behind my head, my drool is already coursing down my chin, falling on my exposed tits. I feel him pull my hands behind me, securing them together behind my back. It pushes my tits forward, making them the center of attention. He comes around in front of me, looking me up and down and smiling, amused, entertained. Without warning he spits on my face, letting it drip down to mix with my drool. I feel humiliated. Wet. Desperate.
He pulls his phone from his pocket and pokes around on it. The plug in my ass comes to life. I jerk a bit, surprised, moaning through my gag, the bells on my tits ringing.
“Good tits,” he says chuckling, “that’s exactly what you’re supposed to do. Every time you feel that plug start vibrating in your ass, you’ll shake your tits for me, give me a little show.” I feel my face burning. I must be 20 shades of red.
“Yesh, Shir,” I try to say through my gag, only succeeding in sounding ridiculous and making more drool leak down onto my tits. He pushes a button and my plug comes to life once more. I shake my tits for him as he laughs at me. I know I look ridiculous. My face is a mess, covered in his spit, my spit, the scent of his ass, my drool. My tits are out, my shirt and bra useless below them, also covered in my drool. My ass is red and on full display under my hiked up skirt. I’m kneeling on a puppy pad, so that I don’t make a mess with my leaking cunt and the drool running down my body. Shaking my tits for him whenever he decides to turn the plug on.
He goes back to the couch, settling in. As the plug turns on again and I shake my tits to the sound of his laughter I can’t help but feel the humiliation burn through me, straight to my cunt. I wouldn’t want to be anywhere else. Humiliating myself for his amusement. I started the day wanting to give Sir something pretty to look at. And I succeeded in that. But I also gave him something better too. I gave him pleasure in seeing me humiliated and an utter mess, for the simple reason of wanting to please him. I ended up on display for him, just maybe not quite the way I planned. I’ll stay here on my knees, humiliated, putting on a show for him for however long he wants. It’s going to be a long evening.
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