A Humbling Day Part 1

A Humbling Day

Chapter 1

It was a day like any other day. I was full of energy and trying to do everything all at once. Rocky was watching TV and had asked me to settle down and sit with him. But it was as though I was wired on some kind of speed. I could not sit down. He kept after me and I tried to explain that I could see things that needed to be done. I am not a procrastinator.
It was about two hours later when some of Rocky’s friends came by to visit. They were sitting in the living room with Rocky watching TV. I was doing what is commonly referred to as ‘spring cleaning’ in the kitchen. I had the stove pulled out and had cleaned behind it. I was in the process of putting the kitchen back in order, when Rocky called to me.
“Hey Slut! I want to see you now,” he ordered. I reported to the living room immediately. “I think each of my guests would like a beer.”
I looked around and counted three males, and one female sitting in the living room. “Would that also include you, my Master?” I asked.
“Yes. I think I will have one also,” he replied.
I turned and left the living room in haste. I went into the kitchen and pulled out the five beers from the refrigerator. I got out the tray and opened each one, one at a time, placing them on the tray as I did. Then I picked up the tray and an empty ashtray from the kitchen and headed back to the living room. I started with Rocky and passed each person, allowing them to retrieve a bottle from the tray. I then emptied all ashtrays in the living room on my way back around the room, with polite casual conversation. As I got back to Rocky, I asked, “would there be anything else I can do for you, Master?”
“Not at this time, but you will listen for me to call, won’t you?” He stated it as a question but I knew that he was making a statement as his eyes went to the whip beside his chair.
“Yes Master,” I said as I exited from the room.
I returned to the kitchen and went on putting the kitchen back in order. Once that was done, I folded the clothes from the dryer. After rotating the next load of clothes, I scooped up the folded stacks and carried them to the appropriate rooms to put them away.
There were times that I could hear the talk in the living room. Not always enough to know what they were saying but I could get the jest of the conversation. They were occasionally loud. I just kept on moving, getting the work done.
I was in the bedroom putting away Rocky’s clothes when a man appeared in the doorway. He paused, looking around the room at the decor. I could tell that the sex toys and the interesting way that they were arranged on the walls of our bedroom took him in. He finally regrouped and asked me if he could get another beer and if I would point him in the direction of the restroom.
“The restroom is at the end of the hallway, with the light switch on the left side of the door. As for another beer, I will bring it to you, sir. Rocky likes it when I wait on his friends and him,” I responded.
“You do not have to wait on me. I am not like that,” he said.
“You must understand our lifestyle; I want to do it and I like the way things are here with Rocky.” I said with a bashful smile on my face.
The man nodded that he understood that it was my wish, then disappeared to the restroom. Buy the time I had gotten the beer, he had reentered the living room. I checked to see who had bottles that were one third or less and added the number of empties to that. I turned and went to the kitchen to retrieve the needed number of beers and the empty ashtray to clear the full ones. Upon returning to the living room, I followed the same procedure that I did earlier in delivering the fresh beers to his guests.
Meanwhile, the man who had been in the restroom began the conversation again, talking about the bedroom decor. I could not help but smile from the conversation. Rocky was explaining what the man was asking about. It seems that he did not know what some of the items were or that folks really use those kind of toys. Rocky went on to tell them that there were other toys scattered about the house. They were surprised, so he began to point them out. The crowd seemed more interested in the information that Rocky was giving rather than what was on the TV. Even the female was interested. I just kept on smiling and cleaning. I worked my way over to Rocky. He acknowledged that he too was ready for another beer. I handed it to him.
“Bitch, you do not get ahead of me again,” he said as he picked up the whip and smacked me across the ass with it, “Do you hear me, slut?”
I did not answer right away and he hit me again a little harder. I looked at him and smiled with lust in my eyes. “Yes Master,” I said humbly.
The female friend was in total shock. “You are going to take him hitting you and talking to you like that?”
I looked at Rocky and waited for permission to answer her. “You may respond, bitch,” he said.
I looked at her and said that she would have to understand our lifestyle. Rocky, still having the whip in hand, hit my ass again and told me to explain further in the words that a newbe would understand. I bent slightly in a way of asking for another swat, Rocky was all too eager to give me.
“The swats are a prelude to what I will get later, and that I am looking forward to,” I said with a smile.
This time one of the guys asked me to join them. I explained that I was cleaning and getting things caught up but that I could after I finished the load of laundry in the dryer. He made a comment jokingly, about the laundry being more important than the guests in our home. I explained that the load in discussion was his uniform work clothes and they have to have special care for his line of work. Since he is in an official capacity. The young man replied that that was a good enough reason. I then returned to the kitchen with the tray.
I went in to check on the laundry and found that the clothes were dry. I began to hang and care for his work clothes as always. I was startled to find a man watching me hang them. This was the second man of the crowd; he apologized for scaring me then he asked me for the directions to the restroom. I stopped and pointed in the general direction and gave him verbal directions also. When I finished hanging them up and folding the ones that needed folding, I carried them into the bedroom to put them away.
It was after hanging the uniforms in the closet that I turned around and found the man standing in the doorway. He was looking at the decor of our bedroom in total awe. This man had no idea of the extent of the decor of sexual objects on the walls or the frame of the bed. I asked him if I could help him with something and he shook his head no, then disappeared into the other room.
Once he had entered into the living room the conversation got kind of loud again. I could not make out all that was being said but that the talk was of our bedroom. As I went on with putting away the clothes, I could tell that they were all very interested in the accessories that we possess for the benefits of sex. They had a lot to learn about our lifestyle. And Rocky was ok with educating them on the behaviors of this lifestyle. He was even good enough to tell them the name of it. This is the BDSM (Bondage Discipline Sadist Masochist) lifestyle.
Once the laundry was put away, I reentered the living room and joined the crowd. But before I sat down I offered our guests another beer. No one was ready yet. Rocky called me over with a hand in the air. I walked over and extended out my hand to him. He pulled my arm down, thus pulling me down to his face level. I could feel that he had a handful of hair at that moment. He pulled my face to his and kissed me hard and passionately. I responded in the kiss.
The talk about the sex toys must have gotten Rocky excited as his mind was working overtime. I could see it in his eyes when he looked at me. I loved that look in his eyes because that means that I am in for the time of my life in sex. />Then he broke it off short and pulled me by my hair to sit betwe
en his legs on the floor. I was smiling in anticipation of the play that was to come. I followed his lead willingly. He had pulled me in such a manner that I was backed into his chair facing the crowd. Then he let go of my hair and patted his knee. I put my arm up there and he rested his hand on it. I could feel the whip lying across his lap.
One of the men made a comment about me being well trained. Rocky said, “She is an obedient bitch and follows my lead well. Or I would have to discipline her again.” He was smiling at the thought.
I looked up at him, smiling that submissive lusty smile that I get every time he whips me. They just all seemed to be watching us. And that was exciting me something fierce.
“She likes me to talk dirty to her and degrade her, don’t you slut? You see if I talk dirty to her, she gets all excited and I don’t even have to touch her.” With that he grabbed a handful of hair and turned my face up to him. “I asked you a question cunt! I want an answer.”
“Yes Master I do.” I replied. He released me.
“Again I must ask you,” the female questioned me, “and you are volunteering to let him treat you like this?”
I waited for Rocky to acknowledge that I could answer her before I began to respond. “I will let him do this to me as I know what this is building up to and so does he. It is also a turn on for me. This will lead us into a scene of the wildest passionate sex, the kind that other folks only dream about after being with the same partner this long. We play rough most of the time but occasionally we have been known to play easy, just not often.”
The men were not feeling any pain at this point. Each one in turn had checked out our bedroom as they took turns going to the restroom. Upon returning the questions were different for each but they all had inquiries. As Rocky explained, they all listened in awe and some were a little jealous that he could do so much and get away with it.
The female was squirming. Finally she asked about the restroom. Rocky nudged me to show her where it is, slowly rising to my feet and motion with my hand to the room. She followed me. I got to the restroom doorway and stopped. I reached in and turned on the light, stepping aside to let her pass by. She went in and turned to me saying that I could come in also. I stepped in and shut the door. She was on the toilet in a flash and in no time done. We were talking about the guys and the ‘man thing’ in our society. I was looking in the mirror above the sink when I noticed that she was standing behind me in the mirror.
“The guys in there say that you are bi. Is that true?” She asked.
“Yes,” I replied, “Although I did not know that the discussion went that deep.”
“Then you have had sex with a woman and kissed one too?” She asked very curious.
“Yes. Are you curious or interested?” I responded.
She paused a minute as though she was pondering the question. The she replied, “Yes a little of both I guess.”
“Really?” I asked with a hint of interest in my voice. “Enough to find out?” I asked as I turned to face her. She is shorter than I am and smaller framed. I stood there staring down into her eyes as I waited for her to reply.
“I guess that I am asking you to kiss me,” she said very shyly and quizzically. I leaned into her and pressed my body against her, gently pushing her into the wall. I tipped my head and very passionately gave her a probing tender kiss on her mouth. As I kissed her, I slid my hand up under her shirt to her taunt little nipple. It seemed to be waiting for me, from her excitement. I broke the kiss and backed away from her just as passionately as I started it. And I could see in her eyes that she was in bliss.
Finally she said, “Wow! Do you eat pussy like you kiss? With that much care and deliverance?”
“Yes, my love, would you like to find out first hand?” I was smiling with evil thoughts in my mind.
“Oh, my God, yes! But I do not think that I can return the ‘play’ as you call it,” she said with a questioning tone.
It is here that I took the opportunity to educate her on the safeword theory and when and how to use it to keep her safe in the ‘play’ scene. “This being a word that you would not normally use during a sex role or scenario. This can be used in a fantasy that you are acting out or even in ‘normal’ sex, anytime that the sexual scene is more than you can handle mentally or physically,” I explained. “When a safeword is used, whatever that is going on at the time is stopped and everyone gets to regroup.”
“I understand,” she said.
I leaned into her, kissing her again and using much more passion this time. This time I was playing with her tit throughout the length of the kiss. Upon breaking the kiss, I explained that I would like to kiss her and ‘play’ in front of the guys. “Put on a show, as it were, if you don’t mind? I know that it will get me spanked and then I can munch on you for desert.”
“Why would you want to do that?” She was very curious.
“Because it would lead to a night of total sex, group sex, pain and pleasure for me. I would enjoy them watching me eat you and make love to your body.” I explained.
She thought for a moment and decided that it was also exciting for her. “At least the thought was but what will I do? I have never done anything like this.” She asked.
“I will lead you through the first kiss and then remember to do as Rocky instructs you. He is good and knows what the guys will like and will see that you get your needs met also.”
She nodded that she understood while voicing that she is nervous about this. I took her hand and lead her out into the living room doorway, where they could all sees us, and turned her so that they were to get a profile view of us. Then I very sexy like removed her hair from her face and in front of her neck while starring into her eyes. I then very slow and passionately, so that everyone watching would also anticipate the kiss, moved my body in on her as my lips took in her mouth. After starting the kiss, I eased my hand down to her waist and up the underside of her shirt. I was not long into this when the room was dead quiet, everyone was watching us. I was getting into the long wet probing kiss as I played with her heaving breast.
I could hear their voices; they almost sounded like they were whispering. I could hear her moans from her throat. This was definitely stirring her sexual emotions.
The men were all eyes watching what I was doing to her body and noticing that she was not struggling to get away. I felt Rocky behind me. I knew that he would be there. He moved my hair away from my neck on the far side of my body.
“You know that these guys were already horny and you do this? Now you will have to give them a show and satisfy their hunger and mine also,” he whispered very sexy into my ear as I was kissing her. Then he bit my neck, which sent shivers all over my body. I could tell that she too felt the shock wave going through me by the way she moved her tongue to dance with mine.
Rocky moved into the dining room. I knew that he was setting things up for my ass beating that I surely earned in kissing her without his consent and so passionately without him. I was getting very wet from the thought that were going on in my mind as well as the tender kiss that I was taking in and the softness of the breast that I had in my hand.
I broke the kiss as passionately and gently as I started it. I eased my hand out from under her shirt, leaving her tits wanting more attention. She was totally submissive at that moment. I could see the lust in her eyes and almost sense the wetness in between her legs. I backed away very slowly and gently holding her to give her balance. I then guided her to a chair at the dining room table, looking at the kitchen doorway. I steadied her into the chair and whispered into her ear, “remember…do what Rocky tells you to do, without question,” as I stood up to face him.
“Men, you may want to join us in here,” he said. Then turning to me, “Bitch, go into the bedroom and strip. Bring me the number
5 whip.”
I did as instructed and within minutes returned car
rying my whip of discipline. Meanwhile, the men moved in to the chairs around the table and Rocky had got himself and the men another beer, to hold them during the spanking that he was going to give me.
The men were totally in awe that I returned naked and carrying the tool of my demise. They were off guard by my being unashamed and uninhibited about not wearing any clothes and ready to take a spanking in front of them. This was exciting and interesting to them. They were all watching.
Rocky instructed me to put the whip on the table and get into position for the spanking that I have earned. He was cussing me and degrading me as he gave the instructions. Then he told the men to let me know what kind of a bitch cunt that they thought I was. I followed his instructions exactly as he said.
Walking to the doorway, I stood facing the kitchen. I stood there waiting the punishment that I would enjoy in a different way. Rocky pulled up the belt, that was attached to one side of the door facing, in front of me then wrapping it around me at my waist. Attaching the other end to the opposite door facing.
Then Rocky commanded me to ‘assume the position’ which I did very fast. He then pulled the ties from the corner of the door facings in and strapped my arms over my head, one in each corner. Then he strapped in my ankles, all without another word.
“What do you think now of my slave?” He asked the men telling them to be honest. “What would you do if your lady were to do as my slave did? How would you feel about her now? Knowing that she is exciting other men on purpose to be able to see that they get satisfied. How would that make you feel?” His voice was getting angrier by the minute. I knew that he was working up a good bit of anger to take out on my ass. I was getting very excited. He could tell that this was pleasing me. “Look at her squirm with excitement at the option of getting each of you off before you leave here today. She is such a slut!” Then he went to the table, got a drink of his beer. “It is ok to voice your feelings; she wants to hear that you think she is bad. Get vulgar with her,” he whispered to the people at the table. “I am not really mad but working on the scene for her sake so that it will be real for her. Come on guys help me out here,” he smiled.
One of the guys said, “Well man! I don’t think I could let my girlfriend get away with flirting with my friends. She would have to be punished!”
“Bitch, did you hear that?” He asked me.
“No, Master. I did not hear anything by lite disapproval. I am a slave who is subject to discipline and slave rules.”
“Well tell the men what you do that gets you punished.”
“I get punished for cunt licking, ass fucking, dick sucking, clit teasing and sexually teasing anyone.”
He asked if anyone has a weak stomach? No one admitted that they did so he proceeded with the punishment. He got the whip and walked over to me. The whip was made of leather and had 32 strands handing off of it. They were strong and very solid pieces.
“You know that you are a bad girl and must be punished for the deed that you did, don’t you, slave?”
He asked as he tested the whip against his leg.
I cringed with hearing the whip going through the air. I knew my time was close. I knew that he was going to beat my ass and that all these people would be watching my ass and hearing the degrading that he was doing to me. I was getting wetter by the minute. This is much more than I had hoped for.

Rocky stepped up to the left side of my back and lightly brushed the whip across my ass. The tease before the punishment, added anticipation. He drew it back and planted the first of many strikes across both cheeks of my ass. I sucked in air so hard that I made a hissing sound and cringed from the pain. He paused and then he hit me again. Again I hissed and twitched. With almost precision timing, he applied another swat to my ass. It was as though he was setting them about two minutes apart. I let out a small yell and swayed with the strike on my ass. I could feel the heat starting to originate from my ass. And then the next.
“Are you ready to get serious about this slave?”
“Yes Master!” I replied with tears and a shaky voice. The shaking in my ass cheeks was very noticeable and therefore obvious to everyone.
After the fifth strike to my ass, the heat was illuminating and the pain was on the edge. He started to speed up the application of the lashes to my ass. I was starting to get them in concession about ten quick lashes then a pause. He would strike one lash up between my legs with a stinging impact of all 32 strands hitting me in a very tender spot, my cunt. I let out a yell of pain and that pleased him. Then he would give me ten more quick ones then another pause. With each strike to my body, I was moaning and gasping. He was cussing me and telling me how bad I have been. Then another strike to my pussy. I let a yell with the tears in my voice. After twenty to my ass, he hit my back about five times.
“Tell me Slave, what do you say to a Master when he is lashing your nasty ass?”
“May I please have some more, Master?”
Then back to my ass for another ten fast ones. The group of men decided to play along and began to talk about my nakedness and the color of my ass. Someone said something about the strikes to my cunt. They were even getting in on the cussing. He decided that I needed more on my shoulder, so he applied five more to my upper back then another one to my cunt. I yelled out again. This one cut clear through to my clit and stung really bad. I could feel the heat from my pussy as well as from my ass and the sting from my shoulders. This was bliss for me.
“Tell me Slave, what do you deserve, you discussing whore?”
“I deserve to have my ass beaten black and blue, Master,” I replied with the tears in my panting voice.
I was arching my ass towards him in anticipation of the next one, so Rocky accommodated me with another steady series of lashes to my ass. They were talking about what a worthless slut bitch I was acting like. How I acted like I had no pride at all in myself. I was moaning and aching for each one. Since I was arching to meet each lash, he kept them coming until I quivered in orgasm. This took about twenty more and my ass was definitely changed in color and texture.
“Keep it cuming slave, until I see a puddle on the floor, you revolting cunt-licking slut!” He kept striking my ass. They all start chiming in on the talk about my butt and the total lack of self-ability to do anything about the situation. I even hear someone say that he was looking forward to “sticking his dick up my ass. After all a hot ass deserves to be fucked.”
I could feel the heat and the whelps on my butt. It felt like he was cutting into me but it was too late. I was cuming and wanting more. I begged him not to stop, under my breath. I felt the tremors in my inner soul and the wave of orgasm washing over me. The heat in my ass was matched with the heat in the palms of my hands and the bottom of my feet. I felt my cunt muscles tighten up and release as though they were milking a cock. My head bobbed in concurrent time with the pulsing in my cunt. My chest is heaving and my nipples are erect. At the moment of release of jism, I suffer a pain in my inside but it disappears after the juices start to flow. As a result, I squint my eyes and bite my lower lip. At the same moment, I start scratching. In this situation the only thing that I can scratch is the paint off the walls at the corners where my hands are tied up. My legs were quivering and shaking uncontrollably as I met this orgasm with my ass more arched to meet the whip.
Rocky could see that I was cuming and he struck my cunt three times consecutively very fast. Then he returned to striking my bruised and whelped ass. I quivered in the pain of my pussy but it made the orgasm harder for me. Then I felt the warmth of the jism as it rolled through my vaginal workings out to the outer lips of my cunt. Starting as a slow trickle as he continued to whip my ass
at a slower pace now. My juices flowed from my inner sou
l, rolling through me to the floor in a flow of rushing fluid. He struck me until I collapsed into the restraints. My climax took less than 2 minutes from the time I started in the pain of releasing jism to the very end, which left me spent and breathless.
“That was very good slave,” he said as he threw the whip to the table and unbound my ankles. He very caringly put an arm around me to help to support my weight. He then reached up and unhooked the snaps from the D hooks at the door facing. Thus allowing my hands to be freed causing me to collapse into his arm. I walked me over to the table and laid my upper half face down on the end of the table. With me still standing on my feet and my chest heaving from the irregular breathing, I lay there long enough to catch my breath after such a climax.
Once I recovered, Rocky walked back up to me and rubbed my ass with his hand. I gasped in a long hissing breath of air and smiled. Then he patted my hot ass and told me that I put on a good show but that it is not over yet.

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  1. Slave_girl

    This was a very good story, I would like to see more from your writing. I look forward to part two. With great fantasies of that is to cum.

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