The thing about most guys is that when they are horny they will tell you just about anything.
A few weeks ago, I had took advantage of that situation. After a few hours of teasing, I left my sub with an assignment. He was to write out his five most embarrassing fetishes and tell me exactly why they embarrassed him.
Keeping him hard for hours on end did the trick.
Now you have to understand, he also happened to be a humiliation slut. He begged me to push his limits, to embarrass him to the core of his being. He craved it, needed it and begged for it.
I was only too happy to oblige.
I made sure to let a few weeks pass before I had him alone and bound. He was stretched out on my bed. Heavy leather cuffs adorned each wrist and ankle, both attached to the corner posts of the bed, leaving him spread eagle.
I leaned down and stroked his cheek. "I have a surprise for you tonight, well, actually a couple of surprises."
He smiled up at me, his cock erect.
"Here is the first." I reached over and released his right wrist. He looked at me puzzled, I almost never allowed him any freedom.
"And here is the second," I told him, opening the bedroom door.
Standing in the doorway were two friends, Kate and Molly. Both were drop dead gorgeous and both knew him quite well. One since high school and the other from work.
I smiled and watched as he turned bright red.
"You know Kate and Molly, don't you?" I asked him playfully. He blushed and looked away.
"Now, now, now, this is no time to be shy," I scolded.
I turned to Kate and Molly and motioned for them to come into the room. "You both know loser here, don't you?"
They were smiling and laughing, "Oh yes," Molly said, "For a long time."
I looked at him, watching him grow more uncomfortable. "Now, it is time we clear some things up. I know people think we date, but we don't, do we?" I asked, looking at him.
He shook his head "No."
"Are you allowed to fuck me?" I asked him, pointedly.
"No, Mistress," he said sheepishly.
"Are you allowed to touch me?"
He shook his head again.
"Have we or will we ever have sex?"
"No Miss," he said even more embarrassed.
"And are you allowed to have sex with or touch any women?"
His face turned crimson, "No Miss," he said, barely above a whisper.
"What is the only sex you are allowed to have?"
He whimpered and looked away.
"Masturbate," he whispered.
"Oh my god," Kate said, laughing.
"Show them," I ordered.
He closed his eyes and took his free hand and started to rub himself.
"Ewwwww," Molly said, watching and laughing.
I whispered instructions to him.
Tears in his eyes, he obeyed, looking at each of them.
"Miss Molly, I am a pathetic masturbator."
"Miss Kate, I am a pathetic masturbator."
"OK girls," I smiled, "You know what to do."
They giggled and moved closer, each holding a sharpie marker. The two women began to write on him, Kate scrawling the words "Pathetic Masturbator" across his stomach, while Molly wrote it along the inside of his left thigh.
"Now," I informed him, "We are going to go over your list. And we will discuss each item, until Molly and Kate feel that they fully understand and decide what to do about it."
He squirmed and whimpered as I pulled his hand away from his cock and reattached it to the bed frame.
"OK," Molly started, "tell me about this one. Panty fetish, what does that mean?"
She tilted her head and looked at him.
"Oh god," he whispered. "I like panties," he told her.
"But why is it a fetish? Does it make your little dickie hard? Do you wear them? Or like, you know, sniff them or something?"
He nodded, not saying anything.
"Do you want to sniff mine?"
His eyes widened, and his cock responded for him, twitching.
"Oh my god," she laughed, "You disgusting little pervert. Do you have any idea how pathetic that is? What a loser that makes you?"
Kate chimed in, "You know most guys like what is inside the panties. But you'd rather sniff them and rub them all over your face I bet."
Kate slid hers down, removing them and dangling them in front of his face. "Beg for them."
He did, pathetically, weakly and desperately.
