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From: samos2@ix.netcom.com
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Subject: BETH'S HUMILIATION (M/M/F)
Date: Fri, 26 Jul 1996 22:39:57 GMT
Organization: Netcom
BETH'S HUMILIATION
The following narrative is a story that depicts the sexual
humiliation of a woman by her husband in my presence and is not
suitable for reading by anyone under 18 years of age. It contains
references to consensual adultery, dominance and submission, anal
intercourse and enemas. The literary style is poor but the facts are
true and the end of the story took place less than a month ago.
I have been involved with this woman who I shall call Beth for two
years now and our relationship started off very modestly and
platonically as her husband and I were/are good friends. Beth is not
beautiful as many of you would consider her too tall (5'9") and too
thin (about 140 pounds) and her breasts are too small (perhaps A+ B-
but who really knows as she never wears a bra) and her face is too
angular and her auburn hair is too straight. While the modelling
agencies would not have given her more than a cursory look, I found
this 39 year old lady incredibly bewitching and enchanting but
gallantly attempted to disguise my infatuation and certainly had no
intention to do anything other than admire her sexuality from afar.
Apparently my interest in Beth did not go unnoticed by Tom as one
evening, while the two of us were enjoying a glass of wine at our
favorite hotel bar after work, he moved the conversation around to his
wife. I was somewhat startled when he asked me if I found Beth to be
sexually attractive. I could feel my face redden as I pondered the
possible ways to handle this very indelicate question and decided to
simply admit that I found Beth to be remarkably attractive and wait to
see what would transpire.
Tom's initial question did not fluster me nearly as much as when he
followed with the declaratory statement that he knew that I was
involved in the shadowy world of dominance and submission. Contrary to
what some women think, many men do not talk about their sexual
experiences and I was somewhat taken back by the directness of his
question as we had never shared any intimacies of a sexual nature.
Perhaps it was my gaping jaw, slack mouth or simply the expression of
panic that appeared on my face for he started to laugh and told me
that my secret was safe with him -- and Beth. He later told me that
when he mentioned that Beth also knew of my involvement in d/s I
turned pale. I have always considered discretion to be paramount and
treated my sexual preferences and adventures as closely held secrets
only to be shared with the participants. Tom found my discomfort to
be delightfully amusing and finally confessed that he and Beth had
gone to the Hellfire Club in NYC several weeks before and saw me there
quite by accident. They had watched from the darkened bar as I
chained the woman who had accompanied me to the overhanging hooks,
partially disrobed her to the delight of the onlookers and then
proceeded to sensually but forcefully use a whip upon every exposed
portion of her flesh until she surrendered in orgasm. As soon as I
ceased the whipping, Tom and Beth slipped unnoticed out of the club as
they did not want me to know that they had witnessed my exhibition and
I had no idea until this conversation that I had been on center stage
for my best friend and his wife.
Naturally, I feared that Beth and Tom's knowledge of my involvement in
such perversion would revile them but that was not to occur. Tom told
me that he and Beth had gone to Hellfire as they had heard of the
place since the early '80s and wanted to experience it first hand. He
confided that they were both highly aroused by what they had seen and,
upon exiting the club, went immediately to their home and made
wonderful love that night. By now I was starting to feel a little
better and so when Tom continued with his revelation and said that I
had been the topic of numerous enjoyable conversations between them, I
allowed myself to relax a bit.
My surprises for the evening were not, however, over as next Tom told
me that Beth was sexually dominant to him and that he was totally
submissive to her. The expression on his face and his emphasis on the
word "totally" gave me pause for I now realized that Tom was deeply
involved in d/s and he was concerned about my reaction to his
declaration of submission. He hesitated only a moment before
continuing and telling me that the conversations that he and Beth had
been having concerning me centered on my dominance and that Beth
wanted to explore her submission with me and that he approved.
My glass of wine remained untouched on the bar through all of this
conversation; I had blanked out all of my surroundings and felt as if
my emotions were on a roller coaster. My prediliction for perversion
had been discovered by my best friend, he had seen through my feigned
indifference to the desirability of his wife and now he was offering
me the carnal use of Beth with no restrictions.
Perhaps if there is an interest I will commit to writing the thrill of
taking Beth for the first time and how Tom frequently would bring
Beth, and sometimes other guests, to my house on a Friday evening and
remain for the weekend as a silent observer to Beth's submission.
Those weekends. however, are now a thing of the past as Tom and Beth
have relocated to Europe for an indefinite stay.
Before they left, however, I received a call from Tom one morning at
the office and he suggested that we have lunch as he had some matters
he wished to discuss. I assumed that they involved legal problems
incidental to his transfer but again he surprised me. We were to meet
at an elegant restaurant where part of the price of the meal was
indicated by the ample spacing of the tables to insure privacy of
conversation. I was looking forward to the excellent fare and
wonderful company. While the Maitre d' was seating me at a table that
Tom had reserved in a quiet corner, Tom
entered the restaurant and I was somewhat surprised to see Beth
accompany him.
Beth was carrying a long slender parcel and a paper bag with the
imprint of the hotel pharmacy and Tom directed Beth to give it to the
Maitre'd. She seemed reluctant to surrender the packages but, after
hesitating and being given a stern look by Tom, she complied. I was
somewhat surprised by Tom's forceful behaviour as, up until now, Beth
had always been the one who dictated conduct to Tom. Luncheon was
strictly light chatter and social amenities; I had been mistaken about
Tom's desire to discuss legal matters. After a delicious meal, Tom
said that it was time to get around to the point of the gathering and
Beth started to shuffle uncomfortably in her chair.
Tom spoke in very clear and deliberate sentences. He reiterated that
he was sexually submissive to Beth and that he enjoyed wallowing in
the depths of her dominance and found great sexual pleasure in being
under the sole of her boot and adored being given the opportunity to
worship her in any manner that she saw fit. This was not a novel
revelation to me as I had heard it from Tom many times before and I
could not therefore understand Beth's uncomfortability as he
progressed. The reason for her nervousness was soon apparent as Tom
related that even though Beth was dominant in their sexual
relationship, she also had certain responsibilities and obligations.
One of which was to be totally honest in her sexual interludes as they
could affect Tom both professionally and from a medical perspective.
Needless to say, I was also very interested in Beth's interludes for
similar reasons. , Tom had, apparently, come across an email note from
a gentleman in California who was coming to New York the following day
for the express purpose of meeting with Beth and engaging in sexual
play including anal intercourse. Beth has always steadfastly refused
to consent to anal intercourse with me saying that she had tried it
many times and that it had always proven too painful and I had honored
her wishes.
Beth was now staring down at her coffee obviously wishing that she
was anyplace but at this elegant restaurant festooned with hundreds of
dollars of magnificent floral arrangements. Tom handed me the
printout of the email notes between the two "would be" lovers and it
was delightfully graphic in its depiction of the anticipated
defloration of Beth's anus and Beth's responses were equally engaging
in the detailed descriptions of how she wanted to crawl along the
floor to the feet of her lover, remove his shoes and then his socks
with her teeth and then clean each of his toes with her mouth. Beth
wrote how she wanted to be put on her hands and knees with her chest
resting on the floor and her backside prominently raised and be told
to uncover her asscheeks and display her puckered offering. The note
went on to say how she would fill her mouth with lubricating jelly and
apply it ever so carefully to his cock so as to make his entry into
her anus so much easier for him and to prevent him from having to soil
his hands. As I read her offer of submission to this stranger I found
myself becoming aroused but, not knowing how to proceed or what was
expected of me, I remained silent and let Tom continue.
Annother page of email, apparently between Tom and this gentleman from
California, was then produced and Tom gave it to Beth and directed
that she read its contents. In brief, the note from Tom acknowledged
that he was aware of the assignation between the gentleman and Beth
and, rather than rebuking him for his attentions to his wife, welcomed
the gentleman to continue with his scheduled visit to New York. The
note went on to say that Tom would see to it that Beth's anus would be
prepared for his use and that the only change in plans would be that
there would be two other men present to witness Beth's defloration but
that otherwise all of the activities set forth in their email would be
permitted.
Beth's uncomfortbility and embarrassment was becoming obvious to other
patrons in he restaurant who would look over to our table from time to
time. We were obviously the topic of some conversation but because of
the table separation it was not possible for anyone to eavesdrop. Tom
relished Beth's anxiety over the attention that she was receiving and
was intent on provoking it further for he then instructed Beth to
relate where they had been prior to joining me at the restaurant. In
a faltering voice, she said that they had been to Kauffmans', the
noted equestrian shop, and made some purchases of whips. As she
described her purchases. Tom signaled to the Maitre d' and asked for
the packages to be brought to the table. Beth's face dramatically
reddened as Tom placed the smaller pharmacy bag in front of her.
Beth's eyes were intently focused on the smaller paper bag and, when
she eventually raised them to look at Tom, there was a look of
pleading in her face. Tom simply ignored her plea and told her to
continue with her narrative. In am evem more subdued voice, Beth
responded that she and Tom had gone into the adjoining pharmacy where
she had purchased an enema bag and a large tube of lubrication. Had
we been in a restaurant where Tom was less well know, I truly think he
would have had Beth open the contents of the bag on the table.
Realizing at once that the purpose of Tom's conversation was the
delicious humiliation of Beth, I remained silent. Tom looked sternly
at Beth and it was obvious that a total shift of power had occurred.
She looked into Tom's eyes and she knew what was now expected of her
and what she was to say. The words came slowly from her mouth and
they were almost inaudible, "Will you prepare me for penetration and
be present when I am used?" There it was, it was like a carefully
scripted performance, I had been given my cue . And just how would
you like me to prepare you, I asked, in a shallow attemto to play a
part in her discomfort? As she stammered and stuttered that she did
not know, Tom reached over and grasped her tiny nipple through the
silken material of her dress and squeezed harshly. Beth's eyes
flashed around the restaurant to see if anyone was aware that her
nipple was tightly in the fingers of her husband and, finally
satisfied that she was not being observed, continued with the
obviously rehearsed script and said that it would be necessary for me
to give her an enema. I did not respond other than to continue to
stare at her contorted face while she continued in a very weak voice
to say that it would also be necessary for me to fill her mouth with
the lubricant jelly so as she, in turn, could coat the cock of her new
lover. As her voice trailed off it was apparent that Tom had
dramatically increased the pressure on her nipples for she immediately
blurted out: "And after he leaves I need for you to whip me very hard,
to fill my mouth again with the lubricant and then to use my asshole
for your pleasure." Tom smiled at Beth, released his hold on her
nipple and quite unabashedly smoothed the material of the dress over
her breast to erase the wrinkles in the silk. Beth's nipples were
jutting sharply through the dress and I had never seen them so
pronounced. A contented look came across Tom's face as he leaned to
Beth and told her to open her legs, bring her hand to her cunt and
show us just how wet she was. Gone was the civility of polite words;
Beth no longer had a vagina and an anus, she now had a cunt and an
asshole. Beth's hand finally came to rest on the table, she placed it
palm up and slowly opened her fingers. Her wetness glistened and her
eyes sparkled.
Prologue:
That weekend the gentleman from California came to town and the
fantasy of the email notes was brought to life in its entirety but
that is another story. Beth and Tom are now living very happily in
southern Europe and while I will see them when they return for
holiday, they will have no idea how much I shall miss them. I have a
feeling, however, that they may well see this post and I hope it
brings a moment of anxiety to Beth as she realizes that her
humiliation has now been shared with thousands of readers.
I would welcome any comments that you might have and will do my best
to respond back to you.