Um, vaguely a warning that if you don't like ass stuff or sort of bossy degradation play you might not like this one... it's maybe a little too detailed?
Because, um, blush... it got a bit carried away. Because I mean, I like it obviously, but it still sort of evolved a little on its own... and I get maybe not everyone does? Like not even here! So that's just a little warning, just in case :)
We're watching TV, and a couple of your friends are there, and I feel like being degraded. I feel like being shamed, and mistreated, and made to do awful things. I lean over and whisper that to you, and you look at me, and smile.
You smile a little maliciously. You smile like I might get more than I expected.
Suddenly I'm scared. Scared in a breathlessly excited, sexy way.
You sit there for a moment, thinking, and then you start talking. You start talking about me, and how much I like to fuck, and how dirty I am. About what I do, and how much I do it. Everything embarrassing we've ever done together. You talk, while your friends look at me, and I sit there ignoring them and pretending to watch TV.
After a while you tell me to take my undies off, so I slide them off, under my skirt, without moving. I hold them out to you, and you say, "Not for me. For one of them."
I look at you, then get up, and go over to one of your friends, and hand him my underwear. He looks at me, a bit stunned, then takes them.
Then I sit down again.
You tell me that's not fair, and to take off my top. That doesn't quite make sense, the fair part, but I do, and go and give it to your other friend. I'm still wearing my bra.
"Top, I said," you tell me.
"I took off my top," I say.
"All of it," you say.
You obviously don't get what I mean, but I don't bother arguing. I just take off my bra and hand it to the same guy. Your friends both look at my tits.
I go and sit next to you, and you say, "And the skirt too."
I do. Then I sit down again.
"No," you say, and tell me to go and kneel in the corner. And when I get up to, you tell me to crawl.
I crawl. I kneel. You keep talking about me as if I'm not there. You're talk about anal sex, and how much I like it, and all the weird places we've done it. I hate people knowing that, so I flush, as I kneel there. Not that anyone can see.
After a while you tell me to come over to you, so I crawl back over, assuming I should.
You tell me to masturbate for everyone, and I hesitate, and then do.
I kneel there, where all three of you can see me easily, and rub myself slowly. The TV is off now, and no-one is talking. There's no sound by your voice, occasionally, telling me what to do, and the soft slippery wet sounds my hand makes, and my sighs.