Useful Humilation

Useful Humiliation 3

ã Carmenica Diaz

I watched him washing my car through the window as I waited for the bath to run. It's not bad , I pointed out to myself, having a man at your beck and call, is it? I gingerly lowered myself into the bath and leaned back. Yes, it's not bad at all, quite useful in fact . I wonder what's for dinner?

What to wear, what to wear , I thought as, wrapped in a towel, I studied the racks of my clothes, what do I wear for dinner with a man whose cock I control?

First things first, I spilled the contents of my underwear drawer onto my bed and looked through it. What does it matter , I told myself, he's not going to see it, is he ?

Wrapped in soft paper at the bottom of another drawer was a bra and panty set I had spent an excessive amount of money on when I was trying to convince my ex-husband I was sexy. It was in a delicate peach colour, the panties soft and silky with an embroidered design in chocolate lace over the crotch that was repeated on the bra cups. The bra also gave me a little extra help and my cleavage looked great, although it was a little tight and was uncomfortable for long periods.

The set came with a small suspender belt in the same colour and lace design and I slid a pair of suntan stockings up and connected the stocking tops to the suspenders.

I twisted and turned, examining myself in the mirror and gave myself a thumbs up – I looked pretty sexy and it was amazing how my confidence had increased in a such a short time.

Taking my time, I did my face and hair, added dabs of perfume to strategic areas over my body and then stepped into my dress; it was a layered georgette dress with a low neckline and gathered under the bust. I loved the colour; it's not exactly white but is called ice and I loved the feel of it as I moved. It was a dress I had bought sometime ago and I always felt a little self-conscious in it but now I felt positively gorgeous, even with glasses!

Stepping into my party shoes, jewelled heels in silver, I sprayed a cloud of perfume, walked through it and I was ready. Ready for what , a cautious voice asked , ready for what exactly ? Ready for dinner, of course .

Of course, I made a big thing of inspecting the car, guessing he was watching. It positively shone in side and out; I could see my face reflected in the hood so I was pleased with Steve's efforts.

Steve was hovering around the open door and I sailed past, noting he had changed into a white casual shirt and black pants. He even smelt good and I guessed he also spent time in the bathroom.

'What's for dinner, Steve?' I asked throatily, enjoying the look in his eyes as he looked me up and down and then grimaced. I chuckled, knowing he was trying to get hard and I felt great!

'I have some fish and I'll grill it on the barbeque. If that's ok?' he asked quickly.

'Sounds dreamy,' I said, walking into the dining room, saw he had set the table and had even lit candles. 'Very nice, are you trying to seduce me, Stevie?'

'Uh, well…what you said.'

'I'm kidding,' I smiled and brushed past him, grinning at the expression of pain that flickered over his face as I did. A bowl of garden salad sat in the centre of the table with a bottle of wine and two glasses. 'Why don't you cook the fish?' I said, pouring some wine and he vanished to the patio.

'I could really get used to this,' I said softly, sipping the wine while checking the cutlery for marks.

The fish didn't take long and Steve hovered as he slid a piece on the plate. The eager expression on his face and his willingness to make me happy was a real turn on.

He served himself and watched me anxiously as I cut a piece and chewed it. 'Very nice,' I said at last and he sighed in relief, picking up his knife and fork when I was struck by a devilish thought. 'Why don't you get comfortable,' I said sweetly, 'and take your clothes off?'

For a moment I thought he was going to argue but thought better off it and immediately stripped naked. I smiled at the gold padlock glittering in the candlelight and squeezed my thighs together. This feels so good , I thought, smiling at the naked man on the other side of the table, I might have to use his mouth again.

I sipped the wine and then ate silently while Steve, red faced, picked at his food. 'Are you looking forward to jerking off?' I asked, making conversation.

'Yes,' he mumbled, face bright red.

'How does Rose organize it?' I remembered what she had told me but I thought I'd check and I did like the humiliation on his face.

'I chain myself in the cellar,' he mumbled. 'I lock a chain around my neck and through the furnace pipes. Rose makes sure it's locked and then gives me the key to this,' he said, gesturing at his cock.

I picked up my wine, stood up and started walking to the living room. 'Why don't you clean up?'

When he came to the living room, I was seated on the tacky sofa and his eyes were drawn to my crossed legs, that familiar painful expression flickering over his face. I felt just a little horny and so powerful to have this naked man jumping at my every whim.

I pointed at the fireplace and at the heavy metal rings on the grate. 'That looks sturdy,' I said and his face followed my finger.

'Yes, it's embedded in the concrete.'

'Good,' I said, 'why don't you chain yourself there?'

'There?'

'Why not?' I said sweetly. 'I'm going to watch and I don't like the idea of your cellar, probably has spiders and thingies.'

'You're going to watch?' His mouth hung open and his face was the brightest red so far.

'What are you waiting for? Hurry up or I might change my mind.'

He scurried away at that and I smiled as his naked ass disappeared out the door. Moments later he was back with a length of chain and two padlocks and he locked one end of the chain around his neck, the other through the heavy ring on the grate.

I stood up, took the keys from him and walked to the door, feeling his eyes on me every step of the way. 'I'll get the key,' I said, posing in the doorway, 'don't go away.'

The thought of a naked man chained and waiting on me was too much and the moment I got inside my door, I lifted the hem of my dress and slipped my fingers into my panties. 'Just as I thought,' I murmured, 'wet, really wet!'

I went to the bathroom, freshened up and then retrieved the key from the sugar, leaving the other keys on the bench top. He was kneeling by the grate, waiting and his head jerked up when I entered. Smiling, I sat on the sofa, crossed my legs and showed him the key. 'Do you want it?' I asked throatily.

'Yes, please,' he pleaded and I tossed him the key, laughing as he scrambled to catch it.

'Unlock it but don't touch it,' I warned and he nodded as he concentrated on unlocking the padlock. With a sigh, he slid the padlock out of the rings, placed it on the carpet and squatted back on his haunches, his now free cock stirring.

I watched his cock get hard and pulse. It wasn't huge but it wasn't small either but it had been a while since I saw a cock, let alone feel one. 'How does that feel?' I murmured.

'Great,' he said, eyes lowered.

'What do you think about when you…you know…do it?'

Steve looked away, face red and cock hard. 'Girls…things…you.'

'Me?' I was astounded but flattered to think of him picturing me while he jerked off in that cellar. Suddenly, I felt a little sorry for him.

He turned back. 'I've always thought you were sexy, so in control but sexy. That husband of yours was a jerk.'

'Ex-husband,' I automatically corrected him. Steve smiled shyly and I saw his cock twitch, maybe that helped me make up my mind. 'I'll be your pin-up,' I said shakily. Standing up, I unzipped my dress and stepped out of it.

The look on his face made me flush. His face was almost contorted, eyes wide as he stared at me in my lingerie and stockings. I wondered if he could tell my panties were soaked and I put my hands behind my back, pushing my breasts out and posed against the sofa. Shit , I remembered, I've still got my glasses on !

Suddenly, he groaned, bent over and I saw his cock jerking wildly as he came, cum spurting from his cock onto the carpet. I couldn't believe it! He came, I realised, from watching me, just seeing me, without touching it !

Steve looked at the puddle on the carpet and then looked up at me. 'I couldn't help it,' he muttered, 'just seeing you…'

I walked past him to the kitchen and ripped some paper towels off the roll. Should I be flattered he came from looking at me , I wondered, or disappointed? When I saw his muscular naked body I knew I should be flattered. "Here, wipe it up,' I said, dropping the paper towels next to him and sitting back down on the sofa. I didn't bother getting back into my dress and picked up my glass of wine. I took a sip and watched him mopping up the mess from the carpet. 'I suppose I'll have to wait another month before I get to see you jerk off.'

The look on his face was priceless and I burst out laughing. Putting my wineglass down, I lay back on the sofa and gently patted my panties. 'Come here,' I whispered and he eagerly crawled over. 'You know what to do.'

'But…the blindfold?' he asked, eyes glued to my panties.

'Fuck the blindfold,' I murmured and watched as his trembling fingers gently slipped my panties down.

As I lifted my hips for him, I saw his eyes focussed widely on my wet pussy. 'Beautiful,' he said softly and dove right in.

He licked me with a passion for twenty minutes or so, never once giving up on me, just kept at it, and I was soon panting, pulling his face tightly in.

It was too much and I pushed him back. 'Are you fucking hard yet?' I hissed and he blinked, my juices smeared across his mouth. I looked down and his cock was red and hard, bobbing almost like a missile that was heading towards a target.

I pulled a condom from my purse, threw it to him and he eagerly ripped the packet. There's something deeply arousing about watching a man roll a condom onto his hard cock.

Throwing cushions on the carpet, I unsnapped my bra and lay down in just my stockings and suspender belt. I reached up to take my glasses off when he said, 'No…I mean…can you leave them on? You're just so sexy in them.'

I shrugged, inwardly pleased and smiled as I parted my legs. 'Get down here and fuck me, lover.' He slid into me and I gripped his hard shoulders with one hand, holding his chain with the other, rubbing against him. He pulled my head back to kiss me, tongue pushing deep into my mouth as his cock moved inside me. 'Don't fucking cum until I do,' I whispered in his ear as he increased the tempo.

'Yes, ma'am,' he whispered back.

It was a short but furious fuck, it wasn't making love, it had been too long for both of us and we fucked wildly around the living room floor. His chain was long enough to enable us to try out a few positions until I rolled him over and sat on top, moving against him, playing with my nipples until I came with a deep rush.

Steve then rolled me over and pummelled me, pushing deep inside me, rocking and gripping me tightly. I held his rock hard arms moving with him until he stiffened and groaned as he came.

I watched him as he dozed on the carpet and figured he would instantly lose interest. His eyes flickered open as I was looking around for my clothes. 'Thanks, Tammy,' he said quietly.

'No problem,' I said coolly, snapping my bra strap together, adjusting my breasts in the cups.

'That was sensational.' He looked around and picked up the padlock. 'I should wash before I put this back on.'

I looked at him and he looked at me. God , I thought, is his cock stirring already from looking at me? I snapped my panties around my hips and walked to the bathroom, returning with a damp face cloth .

He wiped his cock while I watched and then held the padlock up. 'Do you want me to put it back on?'

Did I , I wondered, did I want his cock locked up ? I thought of the past forty-eight hours, the orgasms, the sense of power and that glorious fucking. And the fact he did what I wanted, when I wanted and how I wanted it. 'Yes,' I said coldly, 'I want you to put it back on.'

The padlock snapped shut and I slipped into my dress. 'I'll get the other keys,' I said, picking up the key to the padlock.

'Tammy,' Steve called hesitantly, 'do you want to stay the night? It's just that…it's good to share a bed…I mean.'

'I'll think about it.' I walked into the night, the breeze rippling my dress and was deep in thought all the way home. I was still thinking when I put the padlock key back into the sugar and then returned after a few minutes with the keys to his chain.

'Here.'

'Thanks.'

When he finally stood up, I noticed a red mark around his throat. 'You must have locked the chain too tight, there's a mark.'

He shrugged. 'It was worth it.'

I looked down and his big bare feet. 'You can stay the night at my place,' I said softly, 'if you want to.'

'Are you kidding! I would love to!'

'I'm going to have a shower; I suggest you do as well. Come up to the bedroom when you're ready.'

I hurriedly walked home and took a quick shower, changed into a sheer white baby doll set and was sliding into the bed when he appeared in the doorway.

'Come on in,' I patted the bed.

'I locked everything up,' he said as he took his clothes off and slid naked into the bed. He studied me and I smiled sweetly at him. 'You are beautiful,' he murmured.

'Thank you.' I think , I thought, he really means it .

'How many…you know…'

Will you just say orgasm!'

'How many orgasms do you want before I…'

'I'll have to think about it,' I smiled and put my glasses on the bedside table.

I switched off the light and snuggled down and Steve rolled close, his big body pushing against me, arms moving around me. 'What about Rose?' he whispered.

'I'll think about that too, I have two weeks to figure it out.' I snuggled against him, pushing my bottom against him and he groaned softly. 'What's the matter?'

'It hurts when I try to get hard.'

I cuddled the pillow. 'Good,' I said sleepily, already dreaming about how I would like to start the day tomorrow. Perhaps a naked swim in the pool, I wonder how long Steve can hold his breath ? 'Goodnight, Steve.'

'Goodnight, Tammy.'

Useful Humiliation 3 (Final) by Carmenica Diaz