Humiliation Slut Audition

It must have been a dozen years since I'd last seen Donna. Knowing that changes had come into my life in that time, I could only imagine how her life had changed. Looking around her waiting area, I had the sense that her architectural business was thriving; the room was nicely decorated.

I was looking around because I was nervous. I was surprised when she agreed to see me. We had not parted on the best of terms, and we hadn't had any contact since that last meeting in the park. The problem was that I was burning out in so many areas of my life that I had to simplify, and an extramarital affair, even if it was one my wife approved of, was something I could simplify out of my life.

It sounds harsh to say it that way. I prefer to think of it as being direct and not bullshitting myself or anyone else. Of course I only started thinking that way when I got my Stage 4 cancer diagnosis. My life suddenly got too short to B.S. around.

Now I was back here to ask her for a favor, and I had no idea how she would react. You see our relationship was strictly BDSM. It started out with me being the Dominant to her submissive. By the time it ended we were 50/50 of each because I was always a switch, and she knew it.

I recognized her right off when she came into the waiting area with a client she was just seeing off: a statuesque brunette. I judged that she had lost some weight, but she was still of Valkyrie proportions. Her hair was in a bun; I would judge it a professional look. I wondered how long she kept it now.

After she said goodbye to her client, she turned and seemed to look right through me, not recognizing me and turned to her assistant. He was a nice looking mid-thirties guy no doubt looking to either advance in her operation or learn enough from her to go into his own business. I think he was all of that, but as I later learned, there was more to their relationship that just a business one.

She talked to him for perhaps a minute in low tones. She may have guessed some of the reason for my visit, but she couldn't know the whole story. I had simply made a standard introductory appointment as a client. When pressed, I said that I would only discuss my business with the principle.

When she turned back from her discussion with her man, she had a sunny smile on her face and a hand outstretched for a formal handshake.

"I recognized your name," she said, "but I'm sorry, your face doesn't match what I remember it should be."

I shook her hand. "I guess cancer changes someone's looks as much as the treatments change the rest of my body."

Her face registered the expected shock, but she recovered quickly. "Come into my office and tell me about it, please."

She led the way, and I saw that she was a much more commanding presence than she had been; not overbearing or overpowering. Just commanding. Running her own business had brought out parts of her personality I hadn't seen 12 years ago, at least not consciously. I had to have know at some level that she could be dominant.

We exchanged the usual pleasantries over bottled water. I don't drink hard stuff anymore. Then we got down to cases. She wanted to know about my cancer and my prognosis. I told her what there was to tell: that I had been diagnosed 2.5 years ago with terminal metastatic liver disease. I had only been given 18 months to live, with treatment or six months with no treatment. Since Medicare took care of paying for my treatment, I thought I'd give it a try. Obviously something worked as I'm a year past, literally, my expiration date.

Having disposed of that, I moved on to my real purpose for visiting her out of the blue after all these years.

"I have a favor to ask. You know I'm a switch, and you probably guessed that I'm really more submissive than Dominant."

"Brad," she interrupted, "I don't have the time to take on another submissive, though if I were to make an exception, it would be for you."

"It might be less work than you think," I answered. "For one thing, you don't have to think anything up." I pulled some papers out of the bag I had brought with me and handed them to her. "I found this web site that has Teases or Dares, but they are really just graphic fantasies. Most of them I don't like or don't like more than once. The one I've given you is the first of ten fantasy teases that I really like. I go to this site maybe 4 times a year just to read through them. I've done as many as I physically can. And I'd really like to do them with you or for you or as a framework for whatever you would like to do."

I stopped and found that I was out of breath. I must have tried to get everything out at once.

"Drink your water and catch your breath," she said. Let me read through this."

She stopped after the first page to ask, "What else is in your bag?"

I felt myself growing warm in the face, but I answered quickly, "Some rope, two dildos and a pair of panties."

"Uh huh. I would have expected you to come prepared for a Yes answer." Then she went back to reading and didn't say anything else until she finished the stack of pages I gave her.

"The title says this is Humiliation Slut Audition #1. How many are there?"

"Ten and each gets a little sluttier than the previous."

"I'm a little concerned that there are things in here that for health and safety reasons I would not do or want anyone else to do. Can I modify them out?"

"Ma'am, you can do whatever you want, but given my health situation and my prospects what's a little disease risk to me? I'm willing to do it. You may do or not do as suits you, but if you would at least read to me the instructions on each page and watch me as I perform each degrading act. I would appreciate it. If that does not appeal, can you refer me to some safe, reliable person who might indulge me?"

She was silent for a while. It felt like a long time to me, but how is one to judge subjective time?

Finally, Donna spoke, "Let's try this first one and see how we like it? Since you've come prepared, we might as well start. Before we do, is there anything you want to tell me?"

I thought about it. "I can't get an erection anymore Ma'am. Between the cancer treatments and two other medical conditions, I don't get hard, and I haven't ejaculated in years. So I'm not the man you knew back then."

"I see. Well, I guess I knew that, too. Your manner is different. Certainly your desires are different. Besides, I wasn't planning to fuck you anyway." She smiled when she said that.

"And I guess you should know," she continued, "that at some point my assistant Charles will be coming in to tell me that he is leaving for the day. He will see you doing whatever is on the agenda at that time. Don't worry. He's seen some weird stuff in here before. Besides, won't that add to your humiliation?"

Well, she was into it now, wasn't she? I wondered where this would go?

"Right then," she said. Let's start. Repeat these lines from the movie we'll be making:"

"I am a total sissy slut. I want to be used and humiliated by you Goddess. I want you to fuck my mouth and my ass and to make me eat my cum. I want to taste my ass and my cum and to do whatever you ask of me."

"Repeat the lines three times, each time louder than the previous. If you mess up a line, we'll start over until you get it right."

It seemed to take forever to get the lines right. I had read them many time, sometimes out loud but never very loud. Now I seemed to be screaming them by the end. I was sure her man Charles could hear me clearly in the outer office.

"Good," Donna said when I had finished. "You aren't a quick study, but you do show signs of being embarrassed if not humiliated. Now strip off all your clothes and put on those panties you brought. I want your cock and balls hanging out the sides of that gold thong—nice choice by the way—and make sure the back strap is firmly wedged in your ass crack.

"Start massaging the cock and balls while maintaining eye contact with me. I'll tell you when I want you to stop. Oh and I want to hear you moan like the slut you are the entire time."

I complied, and it was a pleasurable sensation, but, alas, no erection.

Don't know how long I went on in this way before she told me to stop. "Now take the hand that you were using to caress your genitals and start to lick it all over. Tell me "I love the taste of my cock". Say it over and over again. After 20 seconds, reach down and pull your panties to the side so that you cock hangs out. Present it to me so that I can inspect it.

"Turn around slowly so that I can see your ass. Stand there with both hands on your ass cheeks. Feel your panties rub up against your tight asshole." Donna's voice had taken on a huskier tone. She seemed to be enjoying the show, if what I was hearing meant anything.

"Bend over the sofa. Keep your hands on your butt cheeks and spread them so I can check out your asshole. Keep repeating "your ass is mine Goddess" as I inspect your ass.

"Grab one of your dildos and start to kiss it passionately. Kiss it like it was your lover and use some tongue. Now sit on the edge of your chair and start to rub the dildo against your cock and balls.

"Stop! And start to slowly suck the dildo and tell me 'my cock tastes so good'."

It did, too.

"Take the dildo out of your mouth and start to rub it along your ass crack, sometimes slowing to tease your asshole. Start moaning in anticipation of what you know is coming (which isn't you)."

I was so caught up in following directions. The whole scene is different when you're not just reading it but following it as directions from your Mistress.

"Your time to get fucked will come," she said. "Don't worry slut! Instead, hit your exposed cock and balls 20 times with the dildo. Hit it so hard that you yelp in pain."

I did, and I must have done well because it hurt and nearly made me sick.

"Now bend over and hit your asshole 25 times with the same dildo. Beg me to stop by saying 'Please Goddess, stop hurting me. I will do whatever you want me to'.

"Hit yourself from behind in the balls ten more times as hard as you can," she said. "When you have finished, go sit on the sofa, spread your legs on either side of your head, and bind them with the rope you brought. Also grab one of your dildos."

Flexibility at my age was making it hard for me to get my feet up to my head and bind them. "Here," Donna said, "I'll give you a hand."

Once we had gotten me bound up as closely as my body could get to the desired position, she positioned me so that asshole was pointed out into the room where she could watch what came next.

"Now take your dildo and suck on it. Get it nice and lubed up because you're gonna get fucked soon."

No sooner had I started working on my dildo than the door opened and her man Charles came in. I could feel my whole body coloring with shame...and excitement. He must have seen me, but he gave no sign as he came to stand over by Donna's desk.

"Will there be anything else, Ma'am? I've locked up, all but your private entrance."

Donna seemed to be watching me in a rather distracted fashion. "Um, watch with me for a bit, Charles. We're going to learn something, I think."

Then to me, "Take your wet dildo and push it all the way up your ass until it is firmly in place. Then, stick your arms in the binds around your legs so that they are tied as well. You look so slutty there with your arms and legs bound behind you and with a fat cock up your ass. Look at me. Have you ever felt so helpless and humiliated?"

No, I had not, but at that moment all I could do was shake my head. My throat would not open to let anything like words out.

After some interminable time and seeing a bulge grow in Charles' trousers, she gave me her next humiliating command. "You can now release your right hand from its binds. Use that end to begin pulling out your dildo until just the tip is in your ass. Once you have done this, jam it back up your ass. Keep doing this until I tell you to stop and moan like you are being fucked by the largest cock in the world."

They watched, mesmerized, as I fucked myself on command without any coercion. And I fucked myself and fucked myself and fucked myself. It seemed to go on forever. Finally, she said "Stop!" And I was left with that dildo firmly planted in my ass.

She turned to her man Charles. "That will be all, Charles." I'd like to see a report of your reaction to this display when I get home tonight. Goodnight." With that she dismissed him, and he left without another glance at me.

Then she turned back to me. "Fuck yourself at a faster pace 50 more times. I don't care if it hurts, you wanted this. You wanted me to force you to humiliate yourself in front of me.

"As we've been doing this, I realized that even after all these years, I still have some anger at you for dumping me. Don't talk; you're busy fucking yourself for me. Maybe one of these days I'll get my strap on out and take out my aggressions more personally, but this is good for now."

I counted to 50 and stopped. "Strain against those leg binds as hard as you can as that dildo remains lodged deep inside your ass. Push it in as far as it will go and moan with pleasure." I did as commanded.

"Now pull out your dildo and spread your ass cheek. Look at that gape! You have slut potential."

"Thank you, Ma'am," I answered. Truth was I was enjoying this humiliation, and I was glad to see she was enjoying it from her end, too.

"It's time for you to show me if you really are a slut or not. Sure you've tasted your cock, beaten your balls and fucked your ass, but only a real slut will suffer the humiliation of having to taste their own ass." Then she put the paper down and said, "This is the part I'm worried about. This is dangerous for you...and unhealthy. Do you have to do it?"

"I want the experience of being a true humiliation slut before I die. Whatever diseases I catch, from myself I would point out, won't be what kills me. The cancer is doing that.

"But you remain in control, Ma'am. I will do what you command, and I will not do what you do not command."

She thought about it, but I was not worried. I meant what I said. I had given control to her and would abide by her decision.

"Are you ready to taste your ass? Once you do, you can never go back, you will always be a total slut." I nodded. I was proud of her for giving me the full experience I craved, and I would make her proud by not backing out.

"Take that dildo that was in the deepest corners of your ass and stick it all the way to the back of your throat. Doesn't that taste like pure sluttiness. Look at you. You're now an ass-to-mouth whore. Only the sluttiest of the sluts will go this far. How humiliating!" I did. It was. And I was ecstatically happy (which I know sounds weird to normal people).

"Suck that dildo for 30 seconds and then stick it back in your ass. Fuck yourself 40 times, slowly while you think about what you have just done. Look at you, fucking your ass while your legs are bound and spread behind you. Moan in ecstasy.

"Now, it's time to do some more ass-to-mouth. Until I tell you to stop, you are going to fuck your ass very fast for ten seconds, and then throat fuck that same dildo for ten seconds. I want to hear you gag." This exercise in humiliation went on for a seeming eternity. Ten seconds in my mouth. Ten seconds in my ass. And repeat. And repeat. And repeat.

Meanwhile, once she was satisfied that I was in a rhythm and in the zone where I wouldn't be thinking of anything else: subspace we used to call it. She left the room. When she came back, she was dressed in workout clothes of some sort and seemed a little flushed.

"That's enough," she said. "Remove your bindings, put your panties back on, and join me down here on the floor."

Once I was on the floor, she said, "We are now going to practice how to fuck and be fucked like a total slut. Are you prepared for more humiliation fuck slut? We are going to start by fucking doggy style. Get on your knees. Spit on your dildo to get it lubed and then spit on your hand and rub it on your sore asshole. Show me your wet butthole."

Then she held out her hand. "Give me that dildo. I'm going to fuck you from behind. When I tell you turn around and relube this thing with your mouth. Then turn around, and I'll continue fucking you.

"Now lay on your side. Here, take the dildo back and fuck yourself while saying things like, 'I want your cock in my ass' and 'fuck me harder.' Look at me when you say these things. By now you must think there is no further shame you can feel."

Then she said, "Roll over to the other side and keep fucking that ass. This time. have the dildo fuck you so hard that your cock and balls start to get crushed on the floor. Really slam your body against the floor as your are getting ass fucked.

"Take that dildo and place it on the ground. As fast as you can, squat over it so that it fills your entire ass. Now bounce up and down on the dildo as fast as your can for two minutes, screaming in delight.

"Look back at me as you reach behind you and spread your ass cheeks apart as you continue to bounce up and down on that dildo. Stare at me as you realize that you are ass fucking yourself with a dildo. You must know by now that you are nothing but a worthless slut.

"Sit on your side and slowly twist that dildo in your slut hole until it rotates ten times. Then, pull up your ass cheek and slowly shit out the dildo. Moan as you do this."

Once I managed to shit the dildo out, Donna started laughing. "Look at you. You just shit out a dildo from your asshole. Tell me 'I want to taste my ass again Goddess. Please let me taste me ass juices'. Reach down and pick up the dildo that was just shit out of your ass. Slowly raise it to your face and start to rub it all over your face. After 30 seconds, bring it to your mouth and start to suck on its passionately for one minute. When you are done humiliating yourself, relax for two minutes. Then you will humiliate yourself for me even more."

Again she left the room. Once I completed these humiliating tasks, I waited. As I did so, I looked around, and I could not see my clothes anywhere. It was still quite light outside; I didn't think this humiliation would end as it did in my file of papers.

Donna came back carrying a large towel. "Wrap this around you like a skirt. Now, stand up before me and start rubbing your cock and balls. As you do this, I want to hear to moan and whimper. Bring yourself to an edge and then stop. You must have some precum by now, so take that precum, turn around, and stick it in your asshole. Once you have done that, then stick that same finger in your mouth and suck it off for ten seconds.

"Now grab your rope and both of your dildos. First, tie your ankles together as tight as your can. Stick both of your dildos in your mouth and suck them until they are completely lubed. Once they are, take one of them and stick it straight in your ass. Now fuck your mouth and your ass till I tell you to stop. I want to hear you gagging on one cock and to hear that other cock thrusting in at out of your ass."

She grabbed my hair and made me look at her. "Look at me slut! You are now officially the most humiliated man in the world. I own your cock, your mouth and your ass.

"Now, get on your side and switch the dildos. Savor the taste of the dildo that was in your ass while the other dildo begins fucking your ass. Keep sucking and fucking till I say otherwise.

"Now pull the dildo that was in your ass out and put it on the floor sticking straight up. Put the dildo from your mouth next to it and now go down on both dildos like you are sucking two cocks at the same time. Look at how they stretch your mouth wide open.

"Take one of the dildos out of your stretched mouth and stick it back in your ass. Your ass is so stretched out now that you probably don't feel as much anymore. Don't worry, I'll take care of that.