Useful Humilation

Useful Humiliation 2

ã Carmenica Diaz

'Oh,' I moaned softly as his tongue drifted over my outer lips. 'Take your time,' I whispered, 'we have all night.'

His movements were jerky and a little rough, almost as if he wanted to get the whole experience over with.

I knew he couldn't see anything but I was sure he could smell me - I could, I was so ripe, so hot! Would I really make him give me five orgasms , I wondered as I floated away on the tip pf his tongue, would I?

'Slow down, Stevie,' I whispered, 'nice and slow, tease me a little.'

The feeling was superb! Not just the soft feel of his tongue against my clit but the fact I could just lie back and enjoy it, didn't have to worry if he was enjoying and, what's more I didn't have to reciprocate! This must be heaven, I thought, sheer heaven !

His face showed a brief flicker of pain and I guiltily wondered if he was finding my juices so distasteful and then I realised it was the pain of his locked cock swelling as he tasted me! That realisation made me feel even better, if that were possible and I parted my thighs even more and slipped my fingers into his curly hair, pulling his face closer into me, swimming in sensual bliss for twenty minutes or so.

'A little faster,' I moaned and I allowed myself to be swept up into the sensual and illicit nature of it, the taboo and the power. Next time , I moaned to myself, I'd get him to do it in front of a mirror so I can see. Next time? Am I sure? But, it feels so fucking sweet!

I opened my eyes and looked down at him, his tongue working furiously and little beads of perspiration dripping from under the blindfold. He was really working hard, he must really want that orgasm but I have to get four more!

That thought, combined with his tongue and the unreal situation of urgent and controlled sex sent me spiralling over the edge. Fingers locked into his hair, I pulled his face close, rubbing against him as I crashed through, as I erupted and for one moment I thought I saw stars.

Sheepishly, I pushed him away as he had kept licking and nibbling after I had finally come down from the shooting pleasure and I always become sensitive. Steve sat back on his haunches and I quickly looked around for my underwear, scooped them up and shimmied into the panties urgently, smoothing my skirt down over them.

I almost ran to my bedroom, shouting over my shoulder, 'you know the way out! Get out!' There was no way I wanted to face him yet, no way I wanted him to see me after I had just orgasmed, I didn't think I could stand the embarrassment.

Peeking around the curtains, I saw him walking across the lawn to his house and opening his front door.

I made a light supper, constantly thinking about what had happened. What was I thinking , I berated myself, how could I do that ? But , a sexy little voice inside my head pointed out, have you cum like that before?

When I put the lights out, I wondered what Steve was doing over in his house and I peeked through the window. The lights were on and I guessed he was watching television.

At night I slept like a baby, slept too much. The first thing I did was peek through the curtains and saw Steve walking to his carport. Moments later, I saw him drive off to work in his truck, his face turned towards my house as he drove past and I shrank back.

I showered quickly, dressed and, already late for work, drove crazily to the large building that housed the call centre I worked in. I was a Team Leader to a group of nine operatives and we handled customer service complaints for a giant software company. As I only worked part time, the shifts weren't that long but I was always glad to get out of the place.

For the entire shift, I thought of nothing but what had occurred the night before and by the time I pulled into my garage, I knew I had to have another go. What did it matter what he thought , I rationalized, what did I care what he thought? He's the one with a padlock on his cock!

I did a little housework, constantly peering through the curtains to see if Steve's pick up was in his carport and as I was getting the washing ready, I blushed when I picked up the panties I had worn yesterday, remembering how I had rubbed them on his face.

The washing machine was jumping around, the floors sparkled and the kitchen looked like no one had ever lived here and I was hot, so hot, I suddenly decided to have a swim. After all , I reasoned, Rose has always said for me to come over and use their pool anytime.

I felt that illicit sexual feeling sweep over me again and a sudden image of Steve, blindfolded with his mouth on me 'down there' made me flush and I felt arousal building.

Stripping my clothes off, I had a quick shower, shaved my legs and underarms and, as I rubbed moisturiser into my legs, I wondered what swimsuit I would wear?

Deep down, I knew I had all ready made the decision, a white low cut one piece with a gold diagonal strip from right breast to left hip. It was high cut so I gave myself just a little trim but kept cutting and cutting as I remembered Steve's tongue and how I had pulled his face into me. God, I was getting wet all ready and I stared down at my vastly trimmed groin, my clit was almost wetly visible.

Parading in front of the mirror in the swimsuit, I thought I looked ok. To him , I told myself, I probably look like a goddess; it's been so long for the poor schmuck, even though I'll have to wear my glasses!

I rummaged through the drawers and found a pair of gold earrings and slipped them in. After making my face up and styling my shoulder length hair, I was ready.

Taking a deep breath, I wrapped a blue sarong around my waist, slipped on a pair of gold sandals and tried to saunter sexily over to Rose's house. It's not easy to saunter in sandals and a swimsuit and I had a sudden respect for all those models that make it look so easy.

I dropped the sarong on a white lounge and slipped into the pool for a minute, careful of my hair and face, then laid down on my back on the lounge, sunglasses on and waited for Steve to get home.

When his car pulled in, I was dozing comfortably in the sun, feeling warm and sensual – in fact, downright sexy!

'Ah…Tammy?'

'Hi there, Stevie,' I said throatily, enjoying his expression as he stared at me. 'I'm feeling thirsty.'

'Would you like a drink?' he asked quickly. 'You like bourbon, right?'

'Sounds good,' I said, airily waving him away and I squeezed my thighs together at the sight of him almost running to the house to get me a drink.

He returned dressed in swim shorts with the drink, ice tinkling in the glass and I took it from him, smiling and one arm behind my head. 'Thanks.' I looked over the top of my sunglasses at his crotch. 'How's it going?'

'Well, you know…'

'Well, I don't,' I said with a smile and sipped my drink.

Steve shifted uncomfortably and then sat on the end of the lounge. 'Can we talk?'

'Aren't we?' I said teasingly.

'"Did you mean it about, five…well, you know…'

Feeling bold, I smiled and said, 'can't you say orgasms, Steve?'

'Sure,' he said, red faced, 'but I was thinking, maybe we could change the way…you know,' he stammered.

'You don't like the way you did it?' I asked coolly. You don't like going down on me , I felt like saying, you don't like it ?

'I was thinking,' he said and then looked right at me, 'that maybe I could just fuck you.'

I laughed. 'It'd be over in five seconds – I don't think so.'

'But we could wait, I could go a second time and then I could really fuck you…'

'So you get to come twice? Nice try, buster!'

'But…'

'Steve,' I said coldly, 'I don't want to!'

'But five?' he whined and I grinned maliciously but thought, I was a little tender, what would I feel like after five?

'What else can you offer?'

He looked around in desperation. 'Massages? I could clean your car? I…'

'Massages? You any good?'

'Rose used to think so.'

I ignored his hangdog look and rolled over. 'Let's see. You can rub the sun oil in and massage me at the same time.'

He was pretty good, I had to give him that and I was feeling pretty good as well as lazy and sensual. I had to admit it was good to feel the strong hands of a man touching, it had been a long time. 'I can't stand it,' he moaned and I turned around to look up at him, his face contorted with pain.

'Can't stand touching me? I coldly demanded.

'You don't understand,' he moaned, 'it hurts when I get…you know.'

I turned over. 'Let me see it,' I said softly.

His eyes widened. 'But…'

'Drop the shorts, Steve,' I snapped, 'or I'll make it fifty before you get to touch it!' His eyes fell and he started tugging at his shorts. Damn, it felt good to order him around, I admitted to myself, it was great he had no choice!

He looked nervously around but the yard was enclosed with a high fence and he pulled the shorts down to his ankles. I exchanged my sunglasses for my usual glasses and examined him. There was a gold ring through his foreskin and joined another ring under his testicles with a gold padlock. This caused his cock to be stretched tightly against his balls and pointing downwards.

I shook my head, Rose was an evil woman.

'So it hurts when it tries to get hard?' I asked, staring at his cock. It's been so long since I've seen one, felt one.

'Like the devil,' he moaned.

I stood up quickly, grabbed my sarong and sunglasses. 'Let's go into the house.' He stooped to pick up his shorts. 'Leave them, I like you naked.'

Imperiously, I dropped the sarong on the sofa, a white leather one I had always thought was a little tacky but, 'tacky' does, I'm afraid, does describe Rose's taste.

The main bedroom was all white, I'd seen the queen size bed when Rose had bought it and the walk in wardrobes had floor to ceiling mirrors that reflected the room. Perfect , I thought, just perfect .

Steve shuffled in, hands hovering in front of his groin and I noticed he was red in the face. 'Where do you sleep now?'

'In the spare bedroom,' he mumbled.

'So Johnny fucks Rose in here?' I said nastily and he flinched.

'Suppose so.'

'Here's the deal, Steve. I'm going to lie on that bed, get really comfortable and you're going to kneel there. If you give me what I want, I'll adjust the count.'

'To what?' he asked quickly and I smiled.

'Let's say, if you deliver, you'll only have to deliver one more time after that.' I suppose I could have given him what he wanted after I came but I liked the control I had, the way he did what I wanted. Knowing men, I guessed the moment he came, he would lose interest in doing anything for me, anything at all.

He nodded and slowly walked forward. 'Not so fast,' I said, 'you have to be blindfolded. Rose said you weren't allowed to see so get something for a blindfold.' The truth was, I wasn't ready for him to see me naked. It's always difficult getting naked in front of a guy the first time and even in these weird circumstances, I wasn't ready to let him look.

Steve opened the wardrobe and started to listlessly look through clothes. 'For god sakes, let me!'

I pushed him out of the way and started going through drawers and laughed softly when I found Rose's vibrator in a sock in her underwear drawer. Pushing it aside, I rummaged through the drawer and found a pair of full control panties in black and a black scarf with a fringe.

'This will do.' He started to kneel on the carpet and I said, 'put a pillow down, you can kneel on that.' When he was down, I snapped the panties over his head and pulled them down over his eyes and then wrapped the scarf over them, tying it firmly. 'Can you see?' He shook his head and I stood up and peeled my swimsuit down and off. I stared at our reflections in the mirror – a naked blindfolded man on his knees, waiting to service me and I was wet from the sight.

Naked, I lay back on the bed in front of him, legs parted. I could smell myself so I was sure he could. 'Ok, Stevie,' I whispered, 'just follow your nose.'

He leaned forward and I sighed when his tentative tongue made first contact. After ten minutes, I was really flying and I opened my eyes to watch in the mirror. The sight of his naked back with muscles working as he licked and my naked legs obscenely spread around his blindfolded face made me moan again.

Another twenty minutes; my head moved back and I turned to one side as his tongue caressed my clit. 'Oooo…' I purred, 'you're getting pretty good at this.'

My fingers locked around his head, feeling the silk of the scarf and the tight panties as I pulled him closer and deeper into me. His tongue slid in and out of me and then tickled my inner thighs. 'Stop teasing,' I whispered, 'you know what I want.'

My eyes flickered open and I gasped at the sight in the mirror, my fingers pulling his head in, the urgency of my thrusting into his face and the look on my face was pure animal lust. That's what I look like , I realised, that's what I look like as I'm about to cum !

And cum I did! I arched back into the bed, pulling his face hard into me as I screamed, my entire body vibrating with the pleasure that rippled through me. For a moment, I thought I would die from it!

Gently, I pushed him away and his fingers went to his blindfold. 'No,' I said hurriedly, 'wait!' I slid off the bed and pulled my swimsuit up, snapping the straps down. My face was flushed and my hair completely tousled, the goddess had vanished and was replaced by a woman who looked like she had just had wild sex. I grinned at that and nodded to myself, I suppose I have .

I stripped the blindfold and panties off and he looked up at me with pleading eyes. 'Tammy,' he said brokenly, 'please? Please let me, it's hell; you have no idea what it's like. When I'm tasting your sweet pussy, I'm in constant pain.'

Sweet pussy , I pondered, he said sweet pussy? He likes it? ' 'No, I don't have any idea. In case you haven't noticed, I don't have a cock.'

I turned to flounce out of the room when his broken and sobbing voice held me. 'Please Tammy, I'll do anything if you let me, anything.'

He looks like he's about to cry , I thought, he really wants it.

I don't know what it was, perhaps the look on his face or the urge to get back to my place, get out of the swimsuit and slip into a warm bath to ease my now sensitive pussy but I relented. Guess I'm not cut out to be a hardhearted dominatrix.

'Wash my car and clean it out, I want to see it sparkle and then I want you to cook dinner for me. No frozen dinner, a real dinner and if the car glows and the food is good enough, I just might let you.'

'Yes ma'am,' he said with an eager grin.

I watched him washing my car through the window as I waited for the bath to run. It's not bad , I pointed out to myself, having a man at your beck and call, is it? I gingerly lowered myself into the bath and leaned back. Yes, it's not bad at all, quite useful in fact . I wonder what's for dinner?

Useful Humiliation 2 by Carmenica Diaz

Part 3(Final) to follow.