This is a story that outlines my most humiliating experience. I guess the place to start is to describe my ex-husband, Chip and myself. Chip at the time this story occurred was about 36 years old and I was 24. Chip is tall, 6'3" and 180 pounds with a chop of short blond hair and blue eyes. I'm 5'7" and 125 pounds. I have long black hair (below my shoulders), and brown eyes. Oh, I almost forgot, for you guys, I wear a size 36c bra.
It's clear now that during the first year or so of our marriage Chip was training me. But, he always called it, "Learning to please me". At some of the weirder things he wanted to try I sometimes mustered the courage to ask, "Why", if he answered at all it was always, "Because I like it". So, this slave found herself eating beef stew or oatmeal from a bowl on the floor with her arms locked behind her back. Because Chip, "Liked it".
Early on in our marriage, Chip, wanted me to learn to strip dance for him. He even had me going to strip clubs to watch and learn from the "Pros".
The first time he took me. But, after that first occasion I had to go by myself. Chip, would drive me and either wait in the car or at a small coffee shop across the street. These trips were very humiliating for me. I was forced to dress like a real slut. Skirt eight inches too short, five-inch heels, blouse that revealed more cleavage than it concealed. I'm sure you get the picture.
I was always told that I had to stay at least 90 minutes. When I was ready to go in Chip would always stuff five twenty-dollar bills in my bra, to pay for drinks and tip the dancers (I wasn't allowed to carry a purse on these occasions).
Chip, also demanded that I sit at a table by myself and order two table dances. And without fail, Chip always parked at the very rear of the bar's parking lot so I was forced to, "Strut my stuff", all the way though the brightly lit lot to the bar's rear entrance.
Later, when we would get home from the club, Chip, would make me show him any new "moves" I had leaned. If I must say so myself I did get pretty good at it.
Well, early one fall Saturday afternoon, Chip, surprised me by saying that we were going to host a bit of a dinner party that evening. Apparently after dinner everyone was going to stay and watch some big College football game. So I spent the afternoon preparing dinner for seven. Of course, I had to make a run to the store for snacks and beer, also.
When I had the dinner all set to serve and the table set, Chip told me that I should get dressed. Shit, I thought I was dressed! But no, Chip, wanted me dressed as if I were going out to the strip club. Of course, you know I did. Chip, also ordered me to wear my black leather slave collar. I had to wonder "Why" but in the end it didn't matter, he was my husband and I was in love.
When our guests began to arrive I had to greet them at the door, usher them into the family room and serve drinks. I was shocked to find that I didn't know any of them. Joann and Roger were the first to arrive. She was a rather tall (5"9"), bottle red head with average sized boobs. Roger was about 5"11", 195 pounds very muscular. I must have turned three shades of red when I opened the door and saw these complete strangers. Here I was half naked, well at least I felt half naked. I certainly wasn't leaving a whole lot for the imagination. Joann, was dressed quite conservatively, knee length skirt, turtleneck sweater. She looked me up and down smirking the whole time. I hated her on the spot. Roger, I could tell was striping me of what few clothes I had on with his eyes, leering almost!! God I simply wanted to crawl under the nearest rock and hide.
I no sooner had Joann and Roger settled, in the family room with drinks, when the doorbell rang again. This time it was a single male, Tony; he was about 5"6", 160 pounds, dark hair and eyes. There was no mistaking that he was all-Italian. Tony literally licked his lips as he surveyed my exposed flesh, while I introduced myself as Chip's wife.
Before I could close the door Cindy and Dave came walking up to the porch. Cindy was a very attractive shorthaired blond, may-be 5"3" 110 pounds. She was also dressed quite modestly. Dave was about 5"10" and 175, very broad shoulders. I just wanted to die of embarrassment as they both checked me out from head to toe. I could almost feel the heat from my beet red face.
Anyway, once everyone was in the family room I went about my duties, keeping drinks fresh, bring out snacks and so forth. This wasn't the first party that Chip and I had hosted so I knew what was excepted of me. Almost always our parties had ended in some kind of kinky sex and I didn't expect anything less that evening.
Our guests and Chip made small talk, but as you might expect I was unnerved as everyone seemed to be watching my every move. Finally, Chip, suggested that we eat. I was shocked when we went into the dinning room and saw that the table was set for only six people. I had set it for seven but while I had been answering the door Chip had removed one setting, MINE. Chip had often threatened to use me as his "serving wench" so I quickly rationalized that this was it.
As everyone began to seat them selves I started pouring coffee. But that bitch, Joann, wanted milk so I made a special trip to the kitchen for milk. Then Chip told me to begin serving the food, which I did, of course. Thankfully, I didn't have to serve our guest one at a time, I just brought the food out and they passed it around. When that was done I walked to the head of the table and stood by Chip.
I was so embarrassed, being treated like a common maid and dressed like a whore besides. When everyone else, even the other females, were so well dressed. But, you must realize by now that deep in my secret being I was craved this attention, this abuse. As Chip had demanded I knelt by his side when I wasn't busy with my serving chores. I felt the fires deep within begin to burn. Even as my scarlet face turned another shade darker. Suddenly the topic of conversation turned to me.
I won't bore you with the dialogue. The men mostly talked about how well trained I was and what a hot body I had. It was the first time I had heard my "Learning process" refereed to as "Training". Basically they talked as if I wasn't much more than a piece of meat. Joann, I remember asked, "Will she really do anything you tell her?" Chip's answer was a resounding, "Well, of course, she will". While all this was going on I just wanted to crawl under the carpet and die.
