Humiliation Angels
Chapter 1 - Captured
This is the story of how I became your slave, Mistress. This morning, when you
awoke, you untied me from the post at the bottom of your bed where you had left
me naked bound and helpless for the night on the hard floor, attached to the leg
of the bed with a collar round my neck. Dragging me to my feet, you ordered me
to write out for you the details of how you took control of me and made me your
sexual plaything. I sit here naked at the computer screen, my cock erect, the
crotch of a pair of your soiled panties stuffed in my mouth (leaving the rest of
the panties dangling) typing out my story as you watch. When I have finished,
you will order me to post my story on the Internet so that everyone will know of
my humiliation and subjugation at the hands of you and your girlfriends.
It had all started when I went away on business for a few days. You were my
secretary then and the balance of power between us was so different. Whilst on
the road, I realised I had forgotten to print off some confidential documents
from my computer. I rang you up, told you my secret password, and asked you to
print off the documents and fax them to me. It never occurred to me that, along
with those documents, sitting on my hard drive were a number of photographs that
I had downloaded off the net. Photos of women dominating men, controlling them,
and using them for their pleasure.
When I returned from business, I suspected nothing. Our working relationship
seemed unchanged. Then, two or three days after I had returned, one afternoon,
you knocked on the door to my office. You entered and I looked up. You have
always been beautiful to me, my Mistress, but that day, you looked the most
radiant and beautiful that I can remember. Perhaps it was the new fire in your
eyes, burning with the knowledge that soon I would be your slave.
I could tell that something was going on because usually when you come in, you
ask me something or give me a message. But this time, you just stood there in
front of me, smiling a secret little smile, hands on hips, legs slightly apart.
I looked at you, drinking in your beauty: your shoulder length brown hair, your
beautiful brown eyes, cute little button nose, your light tan, the magnificence
of your breasts (36C I guessed), your long lithe legs. Still you said nothing.
"Yes, Lisa," I said, "What is it?" You said nothing and sat seductively on the
edge of my desk, crossing your long tanned legs. This was unusual: you had
never done this before. You smiled and I saw a piece of paper in your hand.
You handed it to me, the printed side down.
I took it and turned the paper off. I recognised it instantly. It was a print
of a photograph I had stored on my hard drive. It showed a tall dark-haired
girl, clad in a leather bra and panties, wearing thigh length leather boots
standing over a spread-eagled naked man, the whip in her hand poking his erect
penis. Clothespins were attached to the man's nipples, cock and balls. I must
have gone white as I looked at the picture. Certainly, I felt a gnawing dread
in my stomach.
I looked up to see you smiling down at me. I started to stammer something - I
don't know what - but you lifted a finger to your lips. "Ssshhhhh", you said,
"Just listen." I waited. The silence seemed like it lasted hours but it
probably only moments.
"So you like this sort of stuff, do you," you smiled, " You like the thought of
being used by a woman in any way she wants. To be a slave, a toy, a worthless
piece of meat. How many pictures like this have you got on your hard drive?
100? 200? 500? There were too many for me to look at but the ones I saw were
enough. Women spanking men. Women pissing on men. Women fucking men up the
ass." You paused. "What do you think your friends, your colleagues, your
customers would do if they knew this? Do you think they'd be proud?" You
laughed, tossing your head back.
"Shall I tell them?" you asked me, "Shall I?"
"No, please," I stammered, " Please don't."
"Why not?" you laughed, " Give me one good reason."
"I'll give you whatever you want," I said desperately, " A raise. A good raise.
Anything. Just name it."
Your eyes widened and that coquettish smile flashed across your face.
"Anything?" you said, "Anything?"
"Yes, Lisa," I said quickly, "Anything. Just name it."
You looked at me. I felt your gaze running up and down my body and a cold
shiver ran through me. You stood up and looked down on me, still seated. Then
you spoke.
"Kiss my feet," you said. I looked up at you, open-mouthed. I couldn't believe
what you had just said. My mind raced. On the one hand, this was ridiculous.
On the other hand, this was the sort of thing I had dreamed of for years. "Kiss
my feet," you said again, "I won't ask again."
I slipped off the chair and got down on my knees. Lowering my face to the
floor, I pressed my lips against the top of your foot, feeling your warm skin
against my lips. I then moved across to the other foot, kissing that tenderly
too. I knelt before you, looking up.
You looked down on me, a look of contempt on your face, and I noticed your gaze
on my crotch. There was an unmistakable erection.
"Now listen, " you said, "You will come to my house at 7 sharp tonight. Do you
understand? You arrive one second late, the pictures on your hard disk are
emailed to your friends, co-workers and anyone else I think would be interested
in knowing what a pervert you are. From now on, you will do whatever I say
without question and without hesitation. If you refuse, then everyone will
know. If you question me, everyone will know. If you hesitate, everyone will
know. Do you understand?"
I nodded, barely able to believe what was happening.
"Do you understand?" you repeated.
"Yes," I replied.
You smiled, " Yes what?"
I hesitated, not knowing what you meant, but then the realisation hit me.
"Yes, Mistress," I said.
"Good," you smiled, "Looking forward to seeing you tonight." And with that, you
turned and walked slowly, seductively out of my office.
My mind was a whirl. Thoughts flashed through my head. What should I do? What
had happened was barely believable. Should I do as you said, or should I defy
you? What would happen if I came to your house as you had ordered? What would
happen if I didn't? I would like to tell you, Mistress, that I thought long and
hard about what to do but that would be untrue. The stiffness of my cock told
me everything I needed to know about what to do. The thought of being ordered
to do something by my sexy secretary, a girl half my age, was intoxicating. And
who knew what would happen that night? Little could I imagine what was to
befall me.
