My First Humiliation

This is a story that outlines my most humiliating experience. I guess
the place to start is to describe myself and my ex-husband, Chip. Chip
at the time this story occurred was about 36 years old and I was 24.
Chip is tall, 6'3" and 180 pounds with a chop of short blond hair and
blue eyes. I’m 5'7" and 125 pounds. I have long black hair (below my
shoulders), and brown eyes. Oh, I almost forgot, for you guys, I wear
a size 36c bra.

It’s clear now that during the first year or so of our marriage Chip
was training me. But, he always called it, ‘learning to please me’. At
some of the weirder things he wanted to try I sometimes mustered the
courage to ask, ‘Why’, if he answered at all it was always, ‘Because I
like it’. So, this slave found herself eating beef stew or oatmeal
from a bowl on the floor with her arms locked behind her back. Because
Chip, ‘Liked it’.

Early on in our marriage, Chip, wanted me to learn to strip dance for
him. He even had me going to strip clubs to watch and learn from the
“pros”. The first time he took me. But, after the first occasion I had
to go by myself. Chip, would drive me and either wait in the car or at
a small coffee shop across the street. These trips were very
humiliating for me. I was forced to dress like a real slut. Skirt 8"
too short, 5" heels, blouse that revealed more cleavage than it
concealed. I’m sure you get the picture. I was always told that I had
to stay at least 90 minutes. When I was ready to go in Chip would
always stuff 3 twenty dollar bills in my bra, to pay for drinks and
tip the dancers (I wasn’t allowed to carry a purse on these
occasions). Chip, also demanded that I sit at a table by myself and
order 2 table dances. And without fail, Chip always parked at the very
rear of the bar’s parking lot so I was forced to, “strut my stuff”,
all the way though the brightly lit lot to the bars rear entrance.

Later, when we would get home from the tittie bar, Chip, would make me
show him any new “moves” I had leaned. If I must say so myself I did
get pretty good at it.

Well, early one fall Saturday afternoon, Chip, surprised me by saying
that we were going to host a bit of a dinner party that evening.
Apparently after dinner everyone was going to stay and watch some big
college football game. So I spent the afternoon preparing dinner for
7. Of course, I had to make a run to the store for snacks and beer,
also. When I had the dinner all set to serve and the table set, Chip
told me that I should get dressed. Shit, I thought I was dressed! But
no, Chip, wanted me dressed as if I were going out to the tittie bar.
Of course, you know I did. Chip, also ordered me to wear my black
leather slave collar.

Yes, when our guests began to arrive I had to greet them at the door ,
usher them into the family room and serve drinks. I was shocked to
find that I didn’t know any of them. Joann and Roger were the first to
arrive. She was a rather tall (5'9"), bottle red head with average
sized boobs. Roger was about 5'11", 195 pounds very muscular. I must
have turned three shades of red when I opened the door and saw these
complete strangers. Here I was half naked, well at least I felt half
naked. I certainly wasn’t leaving a whole lot for the imagination.
Joann, was dressed quite conservatively, knee length skirt, turtle
neck sweater. She looked me up and down smirking the whole time. I
hated her on the spot. Roger, I could tell was striping me of what few
clothes I had on with his eyes, leering almost!! God I simply wanted
to crawl under the nearest rock and hide. I no sooner had Joann and
Roger settled, in the family room with drinks, when the door bell rang
again. This time it was a single male, Tony. he was about 5'6", 160
pounds, dark hair and eyes. There was no mistaking that he was all
Italian. Tony literally licked his lips as he surveyed my exposed
flesh, and I tried to introduce myself as Chip’s wife. Before I could
close the door Cindy and Dave came walking up to the porch. Cindy was
a very attractive short haired blond, may-be 5'3" 110 pounds. She was
also dressed quite modestly. Dave was about 5'10" and 175, very broad
shoulders. I just wanted to die of embarrassment as they both checked
me out from head to toe. I could almost feel the heat from my beet red
face.

Anyway, once everyone was in the family room I went about my duties,
keeping drinks fresh, bring out snacks and so forth. This wasn’t the
first party that Chip and I had hosted so I knew what was excepted of
me. almost always our parties had ended in some kind of kinky sex and
I didn’t expect anything less that evening. Our guests and Chip made
small talk, but as you might expect I was unnerved as everyone seemed
to be watching my every move. Finally, Chip, suggested that we eat. I
was shocked when we went into the dinning room and saw that the table
was set for only 6 people. I had set it for 7 but while I had been
answering the door Chip had removed 1 setting, MINE. Chip had often
threatened to use me as his “serving wench” so I quickly rationalized
that this was it.

As everyone began to seat them selves I started pouring coffee. but
that bitch, Joann, wanted milk so I made a special trip to the kitchen
for milk. Then Chip told me to begin serving the food which I did, of
course. Thankfully, I didn’t have to serve our guest one at a time, I
just brought the food out and they passed it around. When that was
done I walked to the head of the table and stood by Chip. I was so
embarrassed, being treated like a common maid and dressed like a whore
besides. When everyone else, even the other females, were so well
dressed. But, you must realize by now that deep in my secret being I
was craved this attention, this abuse. As Chip had demanded I knelt by
his side when I wasn’t busy with my serving chores. I felt the fires
deep within begin to burn. Even as my scarlet face turned another
shade darker. Suddenly the topic of conversation turned to me.

I won’t bore you with the dialogue. The men mostly talked about how
well trained I was and what a hot body I had. It was the first time I
had heard my “learning process” refereed to as “training”. Basically
they talked as if I wasn’t much more than a piece of meat. Joann, I
remember asked, “Will she really do anything you tell her?”. Chip’s
answer was a resounding, “Well of course she will”. While all this was
going on I just wanted to crawl under the carpet and die.

As the meal progressed from time to time Chip would feed me a scrap or
two of his food. Since he had me put my arms behind my back he fed me
like you would a dog.

After what seemed like an eternity it was time to refill coffee cups.
Right then and there I learned a valuable lesson. When a bitch is on
her knees and dressed in a skirt that is way too short, there is no
way to stand up in a modest or lady like fashion. Thank god Chip had
allowed me to wear a pair of throng panties. After everyone had coffee
Chip moved the party back to the family room where the football game
was about ready to start. Everyone took a seat as Chip turned on the
big screen TV.

After the game began I was kept busy fetching beer for the guys and
wine coolers for Cindy and Joann. when I wasn’t busy Chip had me kneel
close by his side. From time to time Chip would swirl his finger
around in his beer glass and demand that I lick it clean. But, for the
most part this slave whore was kept pretty busy.

Then it was half time

Chip, turned the TV off along with most on the lights. We had some
over head track lighting and he kept one of those lights on. It made
sort of a spot light effect in the middle of the room. Chip more or
less ordered me to stand in the “spot light” as he moved to the
stereo. I have forgot the name of the song but it was by the “Bee
Gees”. The song was playing softly as Chip said, “ and now ladies and
gentlemen, ‘stardust’ will provide your half time entertainment”. I
just wanted to cry, ‘stardust’ was the name Chip had given his private
strip dancer, ME. He wanted me to strip dance for his friends. I could
feel six pairs of eyes burning into my very soul. I had never been so
humiliated in my life. But I did it, this whore began to strip dance
for these people that were complete strangers to her. By the end of
the first song I only had my bra and throng panties left on, as well
as heels and stockings. By the time the second song ended this whore
slut was clad in just her heels and stockings. It shamed me even more
because I knew that I was striping for the entertainment of other
females. Other, fully clothed females. During the last two songs I was
completely naked except for my 5" heels and black nylons. And, while I
was shamed to my very core I did manage to put on the best show I
could. I used every move I could remember. One of the things I had
learned on my trips to the strip clubs was, how important eye contact
is. So as I gyrated my naked body about the floor dancing to the
seductive music I tried my best to make as much eye contact as I
could. I felt like a simple minded slut as I locked eyes with each
member of the audience and played with my bare titties as I erotically
rotated my hot moist tongue around my lips. It was humiliating enough
the way the males leered and rubbed themselves as I ground my lust
filled hips about, but it was just sinful the way Joann stared at my
naked flesh. She made me feel much more than just naked. Joann made me
feel like a naked whore. And, Cindy, the way she licked her lips every
time I played my hands over or around my pussy didn’t make me feel
much better.

After four dances there were still a few minutes of half-time left so
Chip had me lay flat on my back, on the floor, under the over head
lite. Once I was in this humiliating position he tossed me my favorite
black dildo and ordered me to fuck myself so everyone could watch. Can
you imagine my shame at being made to masturbate with a fake dick
while Joann smiled her little smirk all the time. It was now very
obvious to even this simple minded slut that everyone in the room was
going to get a piece of her “tail” before the nite was done. I began
my live sex exhibition by giving my black companion a nice “blow job”,
in order to get it good and wet. Then I began to slowly insert the
large device into well soak luv hole. This slut has to admit that as
disgusting as her treatment had been to this point, it had also been
quite thrilling. As her drenched pussy attested. And, everyone in the
room knew it also. It was easy for them to see how nice and smooth the
large fake dick slipped into my well oiled hole.

I can not emphasis to much here how embarrassed and humiliated I was
at being naked and used in front of fully clothed and sophisticated
females. It was far worse than had it been a whole room full of males.
I could feel in my very soul that Joann and Cindy were scrutinizing my
whole body for the tiniest flaw, of which there are many.

When Chip turned the TV back on the second half was underway and I was
allowed to return to my hostess duties. Except, now I was completely
naked save for nylons and heels. At some point, Tony asked chip if it
would be okay to finger me. Of course, dear sweet man that he is,
Chip, gave everyone permission to play with his slut as long as they
didn’t make her cum. So as it turned out I spent a good deal of the
fourth quarter riding fingers. And, of course, everyone had to get a
feel of my titties and pinch a nipple or two. Both Joann and Cindy
seemed to take more than their fair share of time feeling me up. Once,
as Joann passed me on her way to the powder room she embraced me and
began to finger my hole. As I was forced to ride her finger she
whispered softly in my ear, ‘I just can’t wait to get my strap-on out.
you do like it in the ass, don’t you bitch?’ my whole naked body
quivered with dread and excitement at the same time.

After what seemed like eons, the football game ended. I now became the
undisputed center of attention, as Chip again turned off the TV. There
was a certain tension in the air as we all anticipated what was about
to take place. Chip added to the sexual excitement building in the
room by turning on the CD player, which had been pre-programed with
some very sexy and erotic music. I had figured for some time that my
oral skills were going to be put to the ultimate test. As it turned
out I was exactly right.

Chip used his sternest voice when he told me, ‘barb, I want you to
show our females guests how talented your hot little tongue is, you
may begin with Cindy’. All eyes were on me as I slowly walked over and
knelt before Cindy. To this point everyone else was still fully
clothed. Cindy was more than eager to help out, as she stood and
unbutton her skirt. It slide over her softly rounded hips and fell to
the floor. it didn’t surprise me one bit that Cindy wasn’t wearing
panties. Cindy quickly reseated herself and spread her legs wide to
allow me easy access to her shaved pussy. I could hear the excitement
of the room behind me, as I positioned myself between Cindy’s lovely
legs. Then I slowly lowered my head and began to lick slowly up and
down the length of Cindy’s moist slit. Almost immediately I could feel
her lust grow as the muscles in her thighs tensed. As I licked slowly
and gently I looked up, our eyes met and locked. I could see the
passion in her eyes as I rotated my hot tongue about her clit. But, I
also saw a bit of compassion in those beautiful lust filled eyes.
Almost as if she had once been in my position. Soon she was thrusting
her hips about trying to get more and more of my tongue. As I
continued to suck, lick and kiss Cindy’s tasty pussy I was able to
watch as Joann and Tony helped her off with her blouse. Cindy wasn’t
wearing a bra, her tiny titties didn’t need one. It was some what of a
relief to realize, that at least now, I wasn’t the only naked female
body in the room. As soon as Joann and Tony had Cindy’s top off they
each went to work kissing and licking a nipple. I could tell that
Cindy really loved this added attention because her pussy began to
just ooze her female juices. And, you can believe me when I tell you
that I lapped it up like a hungry puppy dog. As I began to flick my
tongue about Cindy’s clit I felt a hand fingering my own slit. I
supposed it was Roger but didn’t know for sure. Far to soon to suit
either Cindy or me I felt strong masculine arms pulling me away from
Cindy’s beautifully lust filled and puffy pussy lips. As I was more or
less rolled over on to my back I could hear Chip saying, ‘I think it’s
Joann’s turn now’.

By the time I recovered my kneeling position Joann had already removed
her sweater, her lacy black bra contrasting nicely with the silky
smoothness of her white skin. In the dimly lit room I watched as she
unzipped and slipped out of her of her skirt. Joann also wasn’t
wearing panties, imagine that. As my ex-husband, Chip, unhooked and
removed Joann’s flimsy black bra her ample titties swung it to view.
No one said a word as Joann seated herself comfortably on the large
sofa. Then pointing at me and motioning with her finger the hatful
female said, ‘Well it’s about time. I have been waiting all evening to
enjoy that talented tongue of yours, bitch.’ As I crawled towards her,
her eyes said everything. Her piecing stare drilled right to the very
depth of my female soul. Everything about her said, ‘barb, your
nothing but a cunt sucking piece of whore meat’. Joann knew it. And I
knew it. But worst of all, she knew; that I knew, that she knew. Got
all that? After I was in position between Joann’s long, firm and
shapely legs I lowered my mouth to her bald pussy. Slowly I began to
lick and kiss the entire length of her juicy slit. Joann’s passion was
already oblivious as her pussy lips began to gap open. As I continued
to lick I could hear soft panting sounds coming from the direction I
had left Cindy. When I dared to glance that way I saw the reason why.
Dave had his large stiff manhood stuffed down Cindy’s throat as Chip
nursed on one of her teeny tiny titties. Then looking back into
Joann’s evil eyes I quickly continued the pleasure that my hot tongue
was giving her. My tongue found her female opening and I began to fuck
with my small dick of a tongue. By now the fire in my own belly was
burning almost out of control. Joann began to lift and rotate her hips
right into my willing face. Ever so slowly I french kissed my way to
her clit and started flicking it with my wet tongue. As I stared deep
into Joann’s strong eyes I saw Roger begin to work on one of Joann’s
large nipples. Her hands reached down to force my head and mouth
harder on to her clit. She begin to emit soft purring sounds as I
worked my tongue back and forth across her swollen clit. My own lust
was beyond endurance and I reached a hand down to play with my own
pussy. Chip must have been watching me closely, because he immediately
said, ‘No you don’t barb, put your arms behind your back.’ Which, I
reluctantly did. As Joann’s ecstasy built she began to clench her
strong thighs about my head, then when the shock wave of lust had
passed she would relax. And, there was always that little smirky grin
on Joann’s face that told me with out words exactly what she thought
of me.

Once again, I felt strong male hands on my upper arms pulling me back
from a dipping cunt. It was hard for me to see, but I think it was
Dave who took the next turn using my mouth. Anyway, I hadn’t
completely regained my balance from being unceremoniously pulled from
Joann’s yearning pussy than there was a stiff cock rammed half way
down my throat. I swallowed all that I could and began to piston my
head up and down on the long thick rod. Now and then the male,
whichever one it was, would pull the cock from hungry sucking mouth
and rub it all about my face. Leaving pre-cum smeared all over my
flushed cheeks. Then he would allow me to lick down and down the long
thick staff. I tried to pay as much attention to the cock head as I
could. I’d lick my wet tongue about in a swirling motion. Then I would
kiss and lick my way down to his nut sack and back. The fire between
my legs grew hotter and hotter as the male began to fuck my face just
as if it were a pussy. I hardly had to move my head at all as he
continued stroke deeply in and out of my mouth. I reached once to play
with his nut bag but again Chip intervened saying, ‘what did I tell
you about your arms bitch?’ instantly I locked my hands together
behind my back. Every now then the male would stop his fucking motion
and allow me to pay homage to just the tip of his swollen and rock
hard cock. The juices that began to seep down my inner thighs attested
to how much I adored this treatment.

Before the first male could cum he was replaced by another. As they
made the switch I was able to get a glimpse and knew that my new
partner was Tony. Tony had one of the largest cocks I had ever seen.
It was at least 9 inches long and 2 inches thick. It was all I could
do to swallow this monster. The sounds that now filled the room told
me that the “party” was now in full swing. I sucked Tony’s stiff dick
with all the skill and zeal that I could muster. He basically used his
hands on the back of my head to control my tempo. From time to time, I
felt a female finger probing my slit. Once or twice, the finger
slipped deep into my ass. was it Joann? I knew it was! my naked body
involuntarily quivered in anticipation. Tony now pulled my head off
from his long, thick tool and allowed me ply my talented tongue up and
down the length of his powerful tool. At every opportunity I would
tease, lick and suck just the head of his trobbing dick. Then I licked
my way down to suck, lick and kiss his sack. My body trembled with
desire as I continued to minister to Tony’s huge cock. Soon Tony began
to play with my hard nipples pinching and twisting them in his rough
fingers. As he played with my titties I began to suck his hardened
tool in and out of my mouth like a common whore. I could sense that my
reward was near, but now Tony’s cock was replaced by Roger’s smaller
dick.