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BETH'S HUMILIATION
Part 1
Written by samos1@earthlink.net
New York, New York
No part of this work can be republished without the express consent of
the author.
The following narrative is a story that depicts the sexual humiliation
of a woman by her husband and the author and is not suitable for reading
by anyone under 18 years of age. It contains references to spanking,
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 physically involved with this woman who I shall call Beth
for over two years now and our relationship started off very modestly
and platonically. Beth's husband and I have been good friends since our
college days.
Beth is not beautiful. 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.
Since the day that Tom married Beth I had 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 our weekly Beefeater Martini 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. I 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. 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. 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 and cradled her into my arms, Tom and Beth
slipped unnoticed out of the club. 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 told me 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. 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 Beth
wanted to explore her submission with me and that he approved.
My drink 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 her
to me.
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 for Europe, 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
justified by the ample spacing of the tables to insure privacy of
conversation. Tom arrived soon after I and, surprisingly, was in the
company of Beth.
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 and, after a delicious meal, he
said that it was time to get around to the point of the luncheon. Beth
started to shuffle uncomfortably in her chair.
Tom spoke in very clear and deliberate sentences. He repeated that he
was sexually submissive to Beth, enjoyed the force of her dominance and
found great sexual pleasure in being under the sole of her boot. 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.
Tom had 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 either of us saying that she had unsuccessfully
attempted penetration many times and that it had always proven too
painful.
Beth was now staring down at her coffee obviously wishing that she was
anyplace but at this elegant restaurant festooned with magnificent
floral arrangements. Tom handed me the printout of the email notes
between Beth and Duncan, the gentleman from California, and it was
delightfully graphic in Duncan's depiction of the anticipated
defloration of Beth's anus. 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 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. She wished to be told to uncover her
asscheeks and display her puckered offering. She painstakingly
described how she would fill her mouth with lubricating jelly and apply
it ever so carefully to his cock. This would not only facilitate his
his entry into her anus but also 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.
Another page of email between Tom and Duncan was then given to Beth and
he directed that she read its contents. In brief, this note was from
Tom and acknowledged that he was aware of the assignation between the
gentleman and Beth. However, rather than rebuking him for his
attentions to his wife, Tom 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
he and another man would be 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. 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 fine leather crops and
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 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 he asked her whether there was anything that she had neglected
to ask me. 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, 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 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.
Satisfied that she was not being observed, she 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
lubricating 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.
Epilogue:
That following weekend, Duncan, the gentleman from California came to
town and the fantasy of the email notes was brought to life in its
entirety. 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
hundreds of readers.
I would welcome any comments that you might have and will do my best to
respond back to you. If there is any interest in this narrative, I will
post Parts 2 and 3.
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