Useful Humilation

Useful Humiliation

ã Carmenica Diaz

Rose had completely shocked me with her casual announcement, so shocked I almost spilt my wine. I peered at her through my glasses and she smiled at me. 'Did I hear you right? You're going away for two weeks with your boyfriend?'

She nodded, laughing at my consternation. 'Yes, two wonderful weeks in Jamaica and I'm going to drink cocktails, eat and eat, lay on the sand and,' she winked, 'have lots of great sex with Johnny.'

I blushed at that, I had seen Johnny when he came by to clean Rose's pool and he was certainly muscular. After what Rose had told me about his cock, I had to admit I checked out the bulge in his shorts.

'But,' I spluttered, 'what about Steve, your husband ?' I reminded her.

'I'm not worried about little old Steve, Tammy,' Rose winked. 'Steve does exactly what I tell him.'

I had to admit that ever since Steve's accident last Fall, he was very attentive to Rose and we all noticed it. There were times when I wished my ex-husband had been as attentive. Didn't matter now, he was long gone, the slimy bastard!

'Steve knows about Johnny?'

'I tell him every little detail and I mean every detail as the most important detail ain't little!' Rose winked again and smiled devilishly as she poured herself another glass of wine.

'Do you remember that accident Steve had last fall?'

'He fell off the ladder when he was cleaning the gutters, didn't he, broke his shoulder and a leg?'

'That's it except it wasn't an accident!'

I spluttered in my wine. 'You mean…'

'Yep, I sabotaged his ladder right after I found out he was fucking that slut of a secretary of his.'

'You did what!'

'Well,' Rose said defensively, 'I was pretty mad. I mean, I was pulling a lot of shifts at the hospital and he was sneaking off to bang that slut!'

'But you could have killed him!'

'Yeah, well, I didn't but when he was laid up and couldn't move for four weeks, I came up with a better idea.' She sipped her wine again and leaned forward. 'I pierced his cock.'

This time I lost it completely and spurted wine across the table. Rose grinned as I apologised and mopped it up. 'You did what?'

'I put a ring through the end of his pathetic little wiener and another ring under his balls, then I put a padlock through it, and bingo!'

I knew my mouth was open but I didn't believe it. Rose was a nurse and she had pierced my belly button for me but she had completely dumfounded me with this.

'But, what did he say?'

'Oh he was a little pissed and then I pointed out the facts of life. He was going to remain locked up until I decide. If he gave me any grief, I was going to divorce him and take his business.'

'I don't believe it,' I muttered and Rose laughed.

'Believe it honey, I've got him right where I want him.'

'What about, you know, sex?'

'He gets to jerk off once a month or earlier if I'm in a good mood. I get plenty from Johnny or any other hunk I feel like fucking.'

'He jerks off?'

'Yeah, I unlock his cock and he goes at it, then I lock it up again for another month.'

'Why doesn't he run away when you've unlocked him?'

Rose laughed nastily.' Because he's naked and chained around the neck to the pipes in our cellar and the idea of divorce scares the hell out of him. I won't unlock his cock until he's chained himself and I've checked that he's done it right.'

The picture of a naked and chained Steve popped into my head and I couldn't help but laugh softly. And then another thought occurred to me. 'Do you watch him…do it?'

Rose laughed at my flushed face. 'I used to, made it a little more humiliating for him. Now, I can't be bothered. I just leave him there and let him have fun for a few minutes.'

'I mean, how does he do it? Does he have magazines or something?'

'No way! I've banned all that stuff, he doesn't even get to see me naked. He hasn't seen pussy for six months.' I gaped at her. 'Believe me, Tammy, when that lock comes off, he's pretty horny, it doesn't take long. When I watched him, I used to wear a short skirt and the idiot would stare at my legs while he jerked off. It's really quite funny.'

'Oh my god,' I murmured, my face hot and I sipped my wine.

'His jerk-off day will occur on Friday when I'm away. Of course,' she smiled evilly, 'he wanted me to bring it forward but he hasn't been nice enough to me so I want to leave the key with you.'

'Me? I couldn't…'

'It's no problem, Tammy. He'll chain himself up, give you the key to the locks for the chain and you give him this key,' she said sliding a gold key across the table, 'and give him a minute or so. You can always stay and watch, if you like.'

Rose winked as she continued. 'He'll lock himself back up, you take the key and hide it before he gets free and dressed. It's really simple. He'll freak out when I tell him you've got the key.'

'Why's that?'

'Oh, he just thinks your so prim and proper, I think he's a little afraid of you so that will make it all the more humiliating for him when he has to ask you for the key.' Rose drained her glass. 'It's really pretty simple. Have a little fun, Tammy.'

'What if he doesn't ask?'

'He might not, he might find it too humiliating but I suspect he will, he hates going a month with only one jerk off, I doubt he could last two months. My bet is, he will ask you as soon as I leave, hoping you'll let him come a few times while I'm away. If you want to, that's ok, I'm feeling magnanimous.'

Rose stood up and kissed me goodbye. 'I'll send you a postcard. Have fun, I know I will.'

Later, I stood at my kitchen window and watched Johnny drive into Rose's driveway. He helped Rose with her bags and tooted the horn as they roared away. Minutes later, I saw Steve standing forlornly at the front door, gazing down the street. He turned to look at my house and I stepped back so he couldn't see me. The key was lying on the table and I quickly shoved it into the sugar container, pushing it down until it was completely hidden.

I went upstairs and had a long bath, lost in thought as I soaked. When I dried myself, I put my glasses back on so I could see my naked reflection in the wall mirror. I didn't look too bad, aerobics and the light weight training I did every week was paying off. I let my fingers wander through my soft pubic hair and I gently stroked my fleshy lips as Rose's words echoed in my mind, I've banned all that stuff, he doesn't even get to see me naked. He hasn't seen pussy for six months .

The telephone rang and I jumped, and then grabbed it. 'Hello?'

'Tammy,' a male voice said hesitantly, 'this is Steve.'

For a moment, I panicked and then the whole absurd situation took hold of me, filling me with a feeling I had never experienced before.

'Yes?' I said coolly.

'Ah…Rose said…she told you about…you know.'

'No,' I snapped, 'I don't know. I don't read minds, you know!'

I heard a rough intake of breath and found myself smiling. My fingers slipped below the towel again and I shivered as I touched my now soaking wet pussy. 'I thought, Rose…I mean she told me that she told you…'

I brought my fingers to my nostrils and smelt myself, that thick musky perfume that I found so exciting when I was aroused. 'Get on with it, Steve!' My voice crackled with sensuality and my fingers gently traced around my throbbing pussy.

The words came in a rush and, for a moment I thought he was crying but I quickly realised it was the intense humiliation he was enduring. 'Rose said she told you about the key and she gave it to you!'

'Well, yes,' I purred, 'she did tell me about the lock on a certain piece of your anatomy. And she did give me a key, I'll try to remember where I left it.'

'Please,' he croaked, 'could I have the key?'

'I'll think about it.' I couldn't endure it any longer, slammed the phone down and collapsed on the bed, both hands caressing my burning pussy. 'Oh God!' I screamed as I came in a fierce and intense rush.

I sat at my kitchen table in my robe, sipping iced tea and trying to understand what had occurred. I had just experienced the most intense orgasm since my husband ran off with that slut from the drycleaners. Pete was a complete jerk but he had been excellent in bed. My only criticism was that he hated oral and never went down on me. I couldn't make him and as I didn't like sucking him, it seemed a fair trade.

Although, I used to fantasise about a man licking me, teasing me with his tongue until I came.

Slowly, I made up my mind and dressed in a black lace bra and panty set. I looked at myself and suddenly wished I had contacts instead of glasses but it was too late for that. Maybe , I thought, the glasses will make me look more in control. What did Rose say? He just thinks your so prim and proper, I think he's a little afraid of you

I looked through my wardrobe and pulled out a short black cocktail dress, it was about four inches above the knee, low cut and clingy. Pete used to ask me to wear it but I always felt self conscious in it. I tossed it on the bed and rummaged through my underwear drawer for my black suspender belt, remembering more of Rose's words, when I watched him, I used to wear a short skirt and the idiot would stare at my legs while he jerked off. It's really quite funny

The suspender belt was almost brand new, I think I had only worn it on the honeymoon and I searched through the tangled bundle of pantyhose and stockings for black stockings, hopefully they wouldn't be laddered.

Dressed to my satisfaction and drenched in my sexiest perfume, I made myself a stiff drink and took one mouthful before I dialled the number.

'Hello?' Steve answered tentatively.

'You have two minutes to get over here!' I snapped, hanging up and then downing the remainder of my drink in one gulp.

The doorbell rang in less than two minutes but I let him wait and extra five before I opened it. 'Tammy…' he stuttered.

'Shut up!' I snapped and turned back into my living room and he nervously followed. 'Shut the door!'

I arranged myself on the sofa, crossing my legs and his eyes fell to the sheer nylons and I smiled. He couldn't tear his eyes away and I thought I saw a flicker of pain in his eyes. The realisation that it must hurt him when his cock tried to get hard, made me shiver and I knew my panties were becoming wet.

'So, Rose has locked your cock up while she fucks the pool boy?'

Steve's eyes bulged at my words and tried to stammer a reply, I didn't bother to listen. 'Shut up, Steve,' I said in a bored tone although I definitely wasn't bored and I uncrossed and crossed my legs again. Instantly, I was rewarded with that dull expression of pain over his round face and I squirmed a little on the sofa.

'I understand Rose allows you to jerk yourself off once a month?' He nodded frantically. 'That's interesting,' I sneered, 'but I have no interest in allowing you to do so.' His face when white and his mouth fell open. 'Why should I? Your wife asked me to look after the key, she didn't ask me to let you jerk off,' I said. It wasn't strictly true but it also wasn't strictly a lie, just manipulation of the facts.

'But Tammy,' he whined.

'I mean, what's in it for me?' I stared at him coldly. 'What's my benefit in this?'

'What do you want?' he stammered. 'I'll do anything…'

'Will you?' I instantly pounced. 'You'll do anything?'

He nodded and I smiled as he murmured, 'Anything. You just have to ask…'

'Ask? I think you mean I tell you what I want. Isn't that right?'

'Yes,' he muttered, head down, 'that's right.'

'Good and what I want is orgasms, Steve, nice juicy orgasms. Let me see,' I said, pretending to think while I uncrossed my legs, tugged my skirt down a little but, in fact made it shift up so the tops of my stockings were visible. There it was , I thought with glee, that flicker of pain. It must really hurt the poor schmuck! God, if I see it again, I think I'll come just be squeezing my thighs together!

'I think I should have five orgasms before you get one. Sounds fair to me, does it sound fair to you, Steve?'

'Yes,' he quickly mumbled, 'yes, that's fair.

'You give me five and I'll let you jerk off to your hearts content. The quicker I get my five, the quicker you get to feel your pathetic little cock.'

His eyes bulged at that as he quickly figured this might not be a bad deal for him after all. Rose did say she was feeling magnanimous.

'Ok,' he said slowly, 'but how will I give you these…'

'Use your intelligence, Steve,' I sneered. 'Your tongue, baby, surely you've gone down a woman before?'

He flushed and I guessed he hadn't really enjoyed it, well, too bad, he was about to get a lot of practise. 'Of course, but…'

'Get down on your knees, Stevie boy,' I said, pointing at the carpet in front of me. He did so slowly and looked up at me. 'Now, I said, producing a silk scarf, 'I'm going to blindfold you. Rose said you weren't allowed to see pussy but she didn't say anything about tasting pussy!' I laughed softly as I made the blindfold fast, then lifted my skirt and shucked my panties down.

Devilishly, I rubbed my wet panties over his nose. 'Get used to my sweet perfume,' I croaked and laid back. 'I'm ready, baby,' I purred.

Steve lowered his face towards me pussy and even from my vantage point I could see my pubic hairs were slick with my moisture. I wondered how I must smell to him, how musky and ripe? I was a previously self-conscious about the perfume of my arousal but now it didn't matter at all. If he didn't like it, tough!

'Oh,' I moaned softly as his tongue drifted over my outer lips. 'Take your time,' I whispered, 'we have all night.'

Casual Humiliation by Carmenica Diaz