The
following adventure took place during my
first year of dating with a dominatrix. I had met her with the help of the
classified ads, of a specialized weekly
magazine. During that period of time, in
the mid-eighties, I was part time living on my own
in an apartment, on the western part of the island of
Montreal.
By the end of an
evening, during which I had been
humiliated in many ways and had to serve
my beloved Mistress, whom, for the purpose of my
story, I will call
Liz, she ordered me to carry an envelope to a business
associate who lived close to
the old Forum.
This is a warm summer evening and I am
dressed, except for some items, like any typical lady
who accompanies a girlfriend to a restaurant where
people dress smartly. Thus, for the evening, I wear a pale
grey blouse, a semi-long flowered skirt,
white stockings and white shoes with five
inches heels which, dispite the fashion of the day, draws
much more attention than I really want. My
stockings are held by the garters of a
black corset which is my mistress' favorite and it is
so tight that my breathing is carried out
with great difficulties.
Fortunately, that particular
evening, Liz
allowed me to put back the little white
panties, which she usually order me to take off as soon
as we are seated at our table.
When doing this type of outing, almost
every time, she gives me a small
transparent plastic bag and orders me to
go alone to the ladies restrooms, in order
to remove my panties and bring them back
to her in the bag, in full sight for everybody to see. It is very humiliating
to carry out such an order in public
and I never got used to it.
So, back to my adventure, when the time comes to leave her
apartment, that night, under the pretense that it is dangerous for a
lady to walk the street alone in the dark, Mistress Liz
asks her friend to walk me down to my car.
This friend showed
up, without warning, while I was bond on
a chair, on the balcony, with not too
many clothes on. I only wore: a corset, stockings and red dorsey
pumps with thin six inches high heels,
which Liz particularly likes. When he
came on the balcony, this friend which,
obviously, did not expect to find me there,
found himself almost face to face with
me. What an humiliation for me to be
checked, from head to toes, by this
unknown man, being bond to a chair, right
in the middle of the balcony, with no way
to hide myself. What a show I offered him
with a ball gag in my mouth, my arms tied
with leather bracelets behind the back of
the chair, my legs drawn wide apart, my
sex well in sight and my feet suspended
by ropes tied between my heels and my
wrists in the back of the chair. You
should have seen him in great
conversation with Liz while trying to
make believe that he was unaware of my
presence. I believe that he felt as much
embarrassed as I was by the whole
situation.
We thus leave the
Liz's apartment, wearing clothes this time, that man and
I, without saying a word to each other till we reach my
car. Along the way, in the elevator, an old lady checks
us, from head to toes. Her physionomy shows a puzzled
look as well as disgust. When we reach my car, the man
wishes me good night and gives me a kiss on the cheek,
while climbing on tiptoe in order to reach my face. With
my heels on, I must be at least twelve inches taller
than he is.
On my arrival at the
address shown on the envelop Liz had given me
to deliver, I am greeted by a man, about
forty years old, who asks me to come in.
As soon as I obey, two young men, pretty well built, take
hold of myself and make me lay, belly
down, on a table. I am scared to death but I have no way to resist them.
The man who first greeted me raises my
skirt up to my waist, caress my legs and
my buttocks with his hands and starts to
spank me very hard with his bare hands.
The fear and the pain make me cry like a
little girl and, to my worst humiliation,
I cannot refrain from soiling my panties.
Seeing what just happenned to me, the man
immediately stops spanking me and calls
Liz over the phone.
After the exchange of
a few words, the man applies and maintain
the phone on one of my ear while
Misstress informs me that I have just
been punished because her friend was
displeased by my attitude since I did not
give him the sexual pleasures a little
whore like myself should have given him
without hesitations. She also informs me
that, if my of torturers are not
satisfied with my performance, she will
take care herself of my next punishment
and humiliations in such a way as they
will remain engraved in my memory.
The man put back the
telephone in its cradle and ask the two
other men to hold me on my knees, on the
table. Then, each one in turn use my
mouth to take care of their hard on and
make me swallow their cum. Only when they
were all done, they let me go.
I have succeeded to
make my way back to my apartment without
soiling the seat of my car, using a
plastic bag which was in the trunk but I
had lived an evening of humiliations
which I still remember in great details
even after all these years.
