The Adventures of Karen - Part 17 - Humiliation
Greta led Karen to her small private bedroom at the end of the corridor, leaving
the others in the dungeon. She was in a hurry to get settled so that she could
watch the proceedings on her television monitor.
When they reached the room she ushered Karen in front of her and bade her lie on
the bed.
'Let's make ourselves comfortable, my dear', Greta lay beside her, still fully
clothed, 'and see what the men are getting up to down there.'
She put her arm around Karen's naked shoulders as they settled down to watch.
In her hurry to make sure that Andy was properly punished she had neglected to
make any further effort to use Lisa on the metal structure, despite the fact
that Karen had begun so well. Lisa was still lying almost horizontal,
strapped securely to the metal cross bars, with her head at exactly the right
level to serve any male, or female, in the most intimate way. Greta was amused
at the thought, any female would be better. She felt that love between two
females was always the most intense pleasure, regardless of the special
pleasures that only a man could bring. Karen would learn soon enough in here,
she smiled broadly.
Andy was quite unaware of the predicament the helpless Lisa was in, the presence
of two lusting males was, at this moment, of no interest to him. He was still
helpless in the stocks, legs spread wide and his hands and head held firmly
within the warm wooden embrace of the crossbeams. He was still sorely aware of
the beating that his exposed ass had taken, a burning heat still spreading
across and around into his loins. The punishment had started for him as a much
longed-for pleasure; the thought of being helpless and beaten as a naked woman
masturbated him had long been a fantasy. However, he had soon found, as the
beating continued, that there was, for him at least, a very definite borderline
between pleasure and pain. He had enjoyed the constant masturbation by Karen.
It was pleasurable in every way and the timing of the strokes had added to that
pleasure, but, once he had ejaculated, and ejaculated so copiously, he found
that the continued stimulation of his cock became painful.
Of course Greta had been aware of this. She had learned long ago that while men
loved to experience their orgasm, their messy orgasm, it was almost inevitably
just one pitiful orgasm before they needed to rest and recuperate.
Even her beloved Karl, who had considerable experience in pleasing her, always
needed a rest between cums. She had always thought how sad, how frustrating, it
must be not to be able to enjoy multiple, even continuous orgasms as she did, as
so many women did.
Andy lifted his head as he heard some movement behind him. He could not see but
sensed that someone was standing very close, very close indeed. It felt, in
some way strange, the presence of someone, something. Then he realised. Both
Karl and Ken had walked up behind him and were fondling his burning ass, and
slowly working around to stroking his limp cock. # Despite his soreness, despite
his tremendous cum he felt that familiar stirring, but despite the efforts of
the two men he could not achieve any significant erection.
'Useless!' Karl snapped and moved away.
Ken continued his ministrations, not daring to stop until commanded by his
Master.
'Stop that and come over here, I need some relief and no mistake.' Karl spoke a
little hoarsely, his bulging erection sticking out of his trousers. 'Slave Andy
is not going to help me I fear, so you will have to do.'
Ken walked across to Karl, his thick cock still swaying erect before him.
'Hmmm, I see why the Mistress likes you, you have such a magnificent weapon
there.' Karl smiled, 'But not today my slave, you will service me instead.
Ken nodded, he knew that this would inevitably end with him kneeling at the
Masters feet paying homage to the bulging cock, before he had to stroke it and
take it deep into his mouth, his throat, before Karl would be satisfied.
'Just adjust slave Lisa before you start, I want her to see you perform on me,
she might just learn something from you.'
Ken went over to the controls and slowly tipped Lisa into an upright position so
that she was, naked and spread-eagled, facing the two men.
'And, before we continue, I want to shame, I want to humiliate, slave Andy.'
Karl looked across at the reddened cheeks. 'Remove him from the stocks and make
him kneel in front of slave Lisa.'
Ken quickly unshackled Andy and moved him into position. He looked at Karl and
asked, 'Shall I retrain him Master?'
'Oh, yes indeed! Wrists to ankles, of course, and then give him a posture
collar, I want him to look directly into Lisa eyes for this.'
With a few deft movements the naked Andy was kneeling upright before Lisa, the
straps making it impossible for him to relax in any way as Ken fixed a broad
stiff collar around his neck. He looked up towards the spread-eagled naked
body and waited.
'Excellent! I like it.' Karl motioned Ken over towards him and gestured to his
throbbing cock. ' You know what to do, get on with it.'
Ken knelt and began teasing the massive erection with his tongue as Karl
continued to speak, this time ignoring Ken, who was intent on his duties.
'Now slave Andy, you have caused my good wife some anger, and you have been
punished for it. I think she is satisfied, for now, but I am not.'
Andy trembled at the tone of voice.
'You are quite worthless to me here unless you know how to behave. You need to
learn to feel shame and humiliation.' Ken was still laving the huge cock, as if
there was nothing, no-one else, in the room. 'You will speak to slave Lisa and
tell her how useless you are.'
Andy was unsure what he should do, he had never been in this situation before.
He desperately wanted to look at Ken for some sign , some advice but he was
aware that Ken was too busy to bother about him. As Karl spoke, Ken was aware
of the likely outcome. He had seen other males come here and fail in some way,
and this was the final test. He hoped that Andy would pass, he had seemed to be
a genuinely likeable guy and he would help share some of the burdens that he had
had to carry on his own for the last six months or so. Ken silently willed his
support, his hopes, as he continued to indulge the Master.
'Go on, get on with it!' Karl almost shouted. He could feel himself getting
nearer to cumming, slave Ken always performed so well for him, and he wanted to
time his cum with the final humiliation of Andy.
Andy remained silent as he planned his words.
'I am so sorry Master, I am a useless slave!' Lisa looked into his eyes,
willing him to continue, she knew too well that this was his final chance.
'Go on!' Karl was nearing orgasm now, 'Quickly!'
'Master I deserved to be beaten, I am of no use to either you or Mistress. I am
not fit to be your slave.' Behind him Karl nodded approvingly.
'Master, I am so useless I am not fit even to be a slave to Mistress Lisa!'
Karl felt a thrill, this was the first male for a very long time who had
realised his destiny. 'True, you are worthless, but the thought of giving slave
Lisa her own toy does rather appeal to me.'
'Please master, may I be permitted to serve slave Lisa. Anything to please you
and Mistress.'
Lisa smile slyly, this was going better than she had hoped. With luck Master
would keep Andy and let her use him in menial tasks. And, if Andy remained,
then she knew that her new friend Karen would be pleased.
'Yessss, I think so. Yes that is a possibility I think.' Karl prolonged his
decision, willing his impending orgasm to wait. 'Just how will you serve slave
Lisa?'
'In any way you wish, Master, sorry, in any way she wishes.'
'Any way, any way at all? Are you sure?' Karl looked across at Lisa, his cock
beginning to pulse as Ken brought him almost to completion. 'What would you
wish, my dear little slut? What would you want from this creature?'
Lisa knew what she had to do. 'He can start by licking my feet Master.'
'Would you like that, slut?'
'Yes please Master, may I order him?'
'Yes, I have made my mind up, we will keep him and you may use him as you wish.'
Karl put his hand on Kens bobbing head. 'Stop for a moment, go and unstrap the
useless slave, he has duties to perform.'
Ken quickly released Andy from the straps and the collar and discreetly patted
him on the shoulder before he returned to his masters cock, wet with spittle and
pre-cum.
'Get on with, serve your new mistress, before I change my mind.'
'Yes Master', Andy spoke quietly and moved towards the bare feet in front of
him. He looked up at the suspended naked form of Lisa and asked, ' May I
worship your feet Mistress Lisa?'
'Yes, do it! Do it now!'
Andy bent down and began to run his tongue across the top of Lisa's bare right
foot.
'Stop!' Lisa spoke sharply, looking at Karl for approval. 'Until you prove
yourself you are only fit to lick the soles of my feet. Now do it properly!'
Karl smiled, the way Lisa had reacted pleased him, the way Ken continued to
tongue his cock brought him ever nearer to cumming.
Andy bent down until his face was under the sole, the bare smooth sole, of
Lisa's right foot. He tentatively reached with his tongue and licked the base
of her toes. Finding no objection he began to run his tongue along the smooth
flesh, across the instep and towards the smooth round heel.
Karl watched approvingly. This was true humiliation. Watching a male slave, a
naked male slave, licking the bare soles of an equally naked female slave, to
endure complete humiliation, had to be a real pleasure!
'Don't stop worthless slave, you will worship those bare soles, those bare feet.
You are owned by a mere slave, you can sink no lower!'
Andy continued licking the sole, and around the base of the toes.
'Arggggg, yessssss!' Finally Karl could not hold back his cum any longer and
spurted the hot cream deep down Kens throat.
Finally spent, he pushed Ken away and watched Andy continue to serve at the feet
of the helpless Lisa.
He smiled as he thought to himself that his guests at the next meeting would
approve of him owning a male foot worshipping slave. They all expected females
to pay homage, but to have a male humiliated in public in this way would be an
excellent entertainment.
Greta had watched the television monitor, entranced, as the performance
continued. Andy had crawled under the naked left foot and was still licking the
smooth bare sole, not daring to stop until he had been instructed. Despite his
earlier tiredness, the stimulation of the deed he was performing was having a
noticeable effect. Not a full and firm erection to be sure, but nevertheless an
erection.
'You see, slave Karen, you boyfriend has his uses?' Greta gave Karen a short
hug, 'What do you think now?'
Karen hesitated. Lying almost naked next to her Mistress, she was unsure of how
she should behave.
'You are confused my dear? Let me explain to you what is happening here.'
Greta sat up, pushing Karen back on to the bed as she did so.
'My dear husband and myself love having slaves. We like to be served in many
ways, some of which you have found already. We are not harsh people and we like
to be as kind as possible, within certain limits.' Greta paused and stood up.
'We like to keep a couple of slaves, one male and one female, who can handle our
special requirements, but as you have already seen, sometimes we need more help.
With the arrival of you and your boyfriend,' Greta nearly said ex-boyfriend, but
thought better of it, 'we are complete. Now that Andy has passed his test we
have a proper little group. You four are, of course, totally at our mercy, and
you will do whatever we require.'
Looking at Karen, she smiled, 'You have a good idea of those requirements!'
'Yes Mistress, it will be my pleasure to serve you in any way.'
'Excellent, you learn well. You will notice what is happening now. Whilst all
four of you are ours to use there will be times when we shall take pleasure in
watching you and Ken make use of the others as your own slaves.' Greta paused
and walked to the end of the bed. 'Complicated isn't it? Slaves having slaves?
But you can see how it works can't you now? You shall be our senior slave, with
slave Ken at your side. Slave Lisa will serve you both as and when we wish it.
But', Greta paused and looked directly into Karen's eyes, 'slave Andy is the
lowest and weakest creature. We shall use him for our pleasure and, for him, in
future, our pleasure, and yours if you so wish it, will be in his complete and
utter humiliation.'
Greta looked towards the television. Andy was still lying under the suspended
Lisa, licking the bare soles of her feet and looking up at her naked body. His
erection had grown stronger which pleased Greta. She could not see her husband,
who was off to one side of the screen, but slave Andy was standing in a corner,
head bowed and silent.
'You see how enjoys his task, even licking the sole of a female foot excites
him.' Greta paused and looked back towards the bed. Karen was well aware of
the way Andy reacted to the sight, the touch, the smell, of naked feet and was
not surprised.
'Listen carefully, I suspect something is about to happen.' Greta turned the
sound up and watched. As she did so Karl came across into view and stood over
the naked Andy, still licking at the bare feet.
His voice echoed from the television, 'You like that, I can see, you miserable
wretch.'
'Yes Master Karl, yes Mistress Lisa.' Andy paused briefly to speak and then
continued working his tongue up between the naked toes.
'Yes you do. I shall be kind and permit you to play with that wretched little
cock of yours. Would you like that?'
'Yes Master, yes Mistress Lisa.' Andy felt a thrill, he had recovered quite
well from his earlier ordeal by masturbation and was feeling more aroused.
'Very well, this time I will allow you to cum, I give you permission.' Karl
stood over the naked Andy. 'Remember that here you are under my control and you
will do as I say, when I say it and you will never, ever, play with that pitiful
cock without orders from one of your superiors. Do you understand?'
'Yes Master.' Andy stopped his tonguing, and wondered if he could do nothing
without permission from someone else. He seemed to be totally subservient, at
the mercy, not only of his owners, but also at the mercy of Ken, another slave
and at the mercy of his girl-friend Karen and the slave-girl Lisa.
'Good, get on with it, make yourself cum. Do not stop licking the feet of your
little mistress, and remember, until you cum she will not be released from her
own bonds. Understand?'
'Yes Master, thank you Master.' Andy turned towards the bare soles, the bare
feet, the bare toes and started working his tongue in between each toe once
again. As he did so he began to stroke his own cock, steadily increasing his
pace as he became intoxicated with the taste of female flesh, the texture of
female feet.
Back in the bedroom Greta and Karen watched fascinated at the sight of a grown
man, lying naked at the feet, the bare feet, of a naked female, licking them and
masturbating frantically.
'He won't last long my dear, and then I can concentrate on you.' Greta looked
across at Karen and began to undo her dress.
'Oooooooooh, oh god, yes!' Andy's voice came from the television as jets of cum
erupted from his cock and across his bare stomach. Even as he jetted, he did
not stop his tonguing.
Karl watched with interest, thinking that the outpouring of his cum was not too
bad considering his earlier ordeal in the hand, the insistent hand, of Karen.
Perhaps this slave would turn out better than he had thought. Time would tell.
'Stop now, wretch, clean yourself up and release slave Lisa. I am sure that you
both want a rest.'
Greta removed her dress, throwing it casually on the floor before she turned
towards the television and switched it off.
'Now my dear, let us two have a little pleasure at last!' She stood at the side
of the bed, and slowly removed her panties and shoes, naked apart from a black
bra that struggled to hold her heavy breasts.
Karen lay still, not daring to move until she had been given permission. She
had seen Greta naked before but had not really taken it in at the time, being
too heavily engaged with Karl to take a real interest.
Greta reached behind and let her final garment drop to the floor.
Karen gasped. The breasts revealed in front of her were quite magnificent.
They were certainly at least one cup size greater than her own, rounded orbs,
and the nipples were extended. The real feature, the real attraction, for
Karen, however, was their shape. They were full and rounded and they hung low
on Greta's chest, her nipples being almost in line with her elbows.
Greta bent forward and let her heavy breasts swing forward.
'Do you like them my dear, do you like my nice, heavy, sagging, tits?' Greta
shook them slightly from side to side. Karen could only gasp. She was always
attracted to other women, perhaps more than to other men ,and she had seen, and
felt, more tits that she could remember, but these were superb, magnificent.
'Please Mistress, may I kiss your nipples?'
'Oh yes, you may, indeed, you will.' Greta moved nearer to Karen's already open
mouth. 'That will do for a start, before we concentrate on educating you in my
little ways.'
Karen seized one large, hard nipple, the right nipple, hard and large and long
and began to suckle.
End of part 17
(c) 2002 Cathy P
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