Nervous Im Returns

NERVOUS KIM RETURNS.

1.

INTRODUCTION

My name is Kim. I have never felt confident about my body but the men that I've had relationships with after my divorce told me that they thought I looked sexy. I assumed that they were just complimenting me as a way of having sex with me. On the few occasions that I looked at my naked body in a mirror I didn't see sexy, I just saw the body of a mother of two kids with breasts that had fallen a little over the years, a waist that was thicker than it used to be and hips that had become a little bigger.

Until a few months ago I was very inexperienced sexually, some might even say naïve.

That all changed when my friend Sue lent be a book called,

'She Will Obey.'

The content was completely outside of my comfort zone and was about a submissive woman and a dominant man. My usual genre was romance with mild sexual content. This book was different. Each chapter made me cringe, feeling the female's humiliation, embarrassment, and pain as she submitted to the dominant male's demands.

I found it difficult to empathise with the female and more than once felt disgusted by the demands made on her by the man and the way in which she submitted herself to him.

However, I could not deny that each night, having read another chapter, I masturbated before going to sleep.

Having finished the book and then, embarrassingly confided to my long-time friend Sue how it had aroused me, she gave me the contact details of a dominant man she confessed to visiting and persuaded me to do the same.

You can read about what happened next in my story,

'NERVOUS KIM'S FIRST SUB EXPERIENCE.

For those who are interested, I am 5ft 7ins (170cm) tall with shoulder length auburn hair and weigh 133lb (60Kg).

My measurements are:

Breasts 34DD (86cm)

Waist 29ins (74cm)

Hips 36ins (91cm)

Six months had passed since my experience with Jack but scarcely a week went by without me re-playing the event in my mind as I masturbated. I had also read more sexually explicit books recommended to me by Sue. The more I read the more convinced I became that I was missing out.

During my regular lunch dates with my friend Sue, she had admitted going back to visit Jack a few times, but I insisted more than once that I would never go back and demean myself again.

However, I'd been on a few dates since and I'd had sex, but afterwards, even after climaxing, I wanted more.

I tried to deny it, but I felt that same itch I had felt six months previously. It was an itch I thought I had scratched but it hadn't gone away. If anything, it had become worse and so, despite my vowing to never go back, here I was, hesitating at the front gate of Jack's house.

A few days earlier, having thought about it for a while, I found the courage one evening to send Jack an email. I found it difficult deciding what to write, for instance,

'

Hi Jack,

You might not remember me, but I want to visit you again, to be sexually humiliated and abused.

'

Or,

'Hi Jack,

Just the memory of you tying me up naked, slapping my breasts and vulva painfully before using me for your pleasure is turning me on so much, I want to come back for more.'

Eventually I settled for:

Hi Jack,

I visited you a while back and if it is not too inconvenient, I would like to come to you again.

Kim

Before I could change my mind, I hit

send.

I kept checking for a reply all evening, but nothing came. Eventually after two days I concluded that I had disappointed him, and he was not interested.

Eventually after three days there was a reply. I opened it excitedly. It read,

'Hi Kim,

Hopefully by now you were feeling desperate for my reply. All good things come to those who wait!

I had the distinct impression when you last visited that feeling humiliated and completely out of your comfort zone added to your overall enjoyment.

You will come to my house on Saturday at 2pm.

You will have had your pubis and vulva freshly waxed.

You will wear the same skirt and blouse as last time.

HOWEVER, you will not be wearing any underwear. No bra and no knickers.

By replying to this email, you will be agreeing to me humiliating you and using you in any way I wish.

Jack.'

I felt a twinge of excitement as I repeatedly read, 'humiliating you and

using you in any way I wish.'

However, I still felt a little fearful. I decided to call Sue and ask her opinion.

Even though she was my best friend and confidant, I felt a little embarrassed as I read out Jack's email to her and asked for her opinion.

Her response was, "In ten years' time do you think you'll regret not having done it?"

"Probably," said.

"OK, then do it and the next time we meet I want to hear all about it!"

I ended the call and replied to Jack submissively saying,

'Hi Jack, Thank you very much Sir.

See you on Saturday,

Kim.'

I had followed his instructions to have my pubic hair freshly waxed was wearing the same white blouse and knee length navy blue skirt that I'd worn last time.

It was a bright summers day with a cool breeze which made his other instruction make feel embarrassed and awkward; I was naked beneath the skirt and blouse.

I kept feeling the cool breeze wafting up under my skirt and over my exposed genitalia and was surprised by how aroused it made me feel. Quite a few people had walked past me as I made my way from my parked car a few streets away to Jack's house. With each step I was very conscious of my generous breasts moving freely beneath my blouse but to make matters worse my nipples had stiffened and were clearly showing beneath the fine fabric of my blouse. At first, I thought it was just my paranoia, but I noticed many of the male passersby gazing openly at the front of my blouse.

I was fearful of somebody I knew walking past, so I took a deep calming breath, opened the front gate, and walked down the path to his front door.

I rang the doorbell and waited nervously. After what felt like an eternity the door opened and Jack was standing there. Looking directly into my eyes he said, "I knew that you'd come back sooner or later."

I felt a tingle of nervous excitement as his menacing gaze slowly wandered over me from head to toe before he said, "Have you followed all of my instructions?"

"Yes," I said softly, gazing down at my feet.

"Yes, what!" he said sternly.

"Yes sir."

"That's better, now unbutton your blouse and show me."

I glanced back over my shoulder, fearful that the people walking past might see as I meekly protested, "but there are people walking past."

He just looked at me, grinned, and said, "I know. Now do as I say."

"Yes sir, I said as I began to slowly unfasten my blouse. I sensed that he was enjoying my fear of somebody seeing me as my fingers fumbled with the buttons.

He sounded impatient as he said, "come on, hurry up."

As I unfastened the last button he said, "now show me your tits."

Again, I glanced back over my shoulder and hesitated as I saw a man and woman walking past. The woman turned her head toward me, but I quickly turned my head back as Jack said, "the more you hesitate the more severe your punishment could be, now show me your tits."

For all I knew the woman was still looking as I gripped each side of my blouse and pulled it open.

Jack immediately reached forward and cupped a breast in each hand. He lifted each of them in turn as if weighing them before suddenly gripping each nipple firmly. He then pulled them out from my body before using them to lift my breasts, causing me to gasp with the sudden pain.

Releasing his grip on my nipples he shifted his gaze back to my eyes and said, "lift up your skirt."

By now I was past caring about passersby. All I wanted was to get inside the privacy of his house as quickly as possible. With my naked breasts hanging from my open blouse, I reached for the hem of my skirt. I then lifted it up over my thighs, trying, but with hindsight, failing to keep my naked backside covered.

My humiliation then increased as Jack said, "now moved your feet apart."

I swiftly obeyed, cringing at the embarrassment, as he said, "that's better, now I can see those large fleshy lips of your pussy."

Suddenly, without warning he thrust a hand between my legs, gripping the flesh of my vulva in his hand. Then, releasing his grip he ran a finger between my moist folds and much to my embarrassment exclaimed, "I like a slut who's pussy is already oozing before she has even entered my house."

The word 'slut' somehow resonated in my head. I should have felt offended but instead it just added to my arousal.

I then gasped as he slid a finger up inside me. He moved it around inside my wetness and then withdrew it, briefly brushing over my clitoris as he said, "you had better come inside."

He stood to one side and ushered me through into the hallway. I felt relieved as he shut the front door, and I was standing in the hallway where no prying eyes could see me.

2.

However, my relief was short lived when, glancing toward the room I had been in before, I could hear men talking. I glanced at Jack. He must have seen the look of surprise and fear etched on my face, but he just grinned and said, "you can either just leave now and never return or experience what I have in mind for you. The choice is yours. What do you want to do?"

"How many men are in there sir?"

"Just five of my friends."

"Will they just be watching sir?"

"No."

While I was asking the questions Jack had moved much closer. He lifted the hem of my skirt and slipped his hand between my upper thighs. His fingers were soon delving into the very moist folds of my vulva. I felt like my body was betraying me when he easily slipped two fingers up inside me as I said, "what will they want to do to me?"

With his fingers deep inside me I felt his thumb brush against my clitoris as he replied, "They'll do whatever they want."

It felt as though I was in an erotic dream, helpless and unable to change what I knew would be inevitable as I gazed down at my feet and replied, "I'll stay sir."

Jack said nothing. He just slipped his fingers out from between my legs.

I smoothed my skirt back down over my thighs as Jack said, "take off your blouse."

Even though I knew that it would come off sooner rather than later I started to object saying, "please, not yet" but he interrupted saying, "I said take it off!"

"Yes sir," I replied, slipping it from my shoulders and handing it to Jack.

He then opened the door and led me into the room. The male conversation stopped immediately and five men I had never seen before all turned to look at me.

They were all dressed only in their boxers and, as I entered, they all moved together and stood side by side.

I felt their collective gaze focus on my breasts and instinctively tried to cover myself with my hands until Jack said sternly, take your hands away and place them behind your head."

"Yes sir," I said then, with my cheeks flushed, I self-consciously did as he said.

I felt both embarrassed and vulnerable when much to my dismay I felt my nipples tingle and become erect as I heard the men comment on my breasts saying things like,

"Nice tits."

And,

"I just love big nipples."

And,

"those nipples are just perfect for Jack's nipple clamps."

Just hearing the words, 'nipple clamps' made me fearful. I'd read about them in the book that Sue had lent me, and they sounded fearful and painful.

I tried to push the thought away as I glanced around the room.

It was much as I remembered it with the rope hanging from the ceiling and the eyelets fixed to the floor beneath it spaced about three feet apart.

The room was large with the hanging rope and eyelets in the centre. At first, I had only seen the five men and the rope but glancing back over my shoulder I froze when I saw a gynae examination table complete with ankle stirrups.

The gaze of all five men felt almost physical, each appraising me from head to toe as Jack said, "This is Kim, the submissive slut I told you about." As he spoke

I felt him move up close behind me and put his arms around me. He then continued, "I think that you'll agree she has great tits. The last time she was here she seemed to enjoy having her nipples cruelly treated and so this time I'm going to introduce her to nipple clamps."

As he spoke, I tensed as he ran his hands up over my ribs and cupped a breast in each hand. He then wobbled my breasts from side to side before gripping each nipple painfully and twisting them causing me to gasp and momentarily cry out.

There was a murmur of excited approval amongst the men before Jack added, "before that I'm sure that you all want to see her completely naked."

Releasing my nipples I felt him step back and then his fingers seeking the fastening of my skirt. The waistband went slack and then I felt him pull my skirt down over my thighs. I wanted to cover myself and began to lower my hands until Jack said firmly, "Keep your hands behind your head."

I submissively did as he asked and cringed with embarrassment as he pulled my skirt down to my ankles revealing the fact that I was not wearing knickers but even more embarrassingly my hairless pubis.

He then knelt and lifted each of my legs in turn and pulled my skirt away.

With the men all gazing lustfully at me I watched Jack walk over to a corner of the room and then return with a handful of silk scarves. I was in no doubt as to what was coming next as he led me to the hanging rope and told me to stand between the two floor mounted eyelets.

I could sense the mounting excitement of the men as they watched Jack tie my wrists securely with one of the scarves and then loop the hanging rope between my wrists and over the scarf.

I could see the lust in his eyes and despite the situation I felt a twinge of excitement as he said, "move your feet apart so that I can tie your ankles to the eyelets."

I felt the collective gaze of the men focus on my crotch and just stood motionless until Jack slapped my buttocks with a stinging blow and said, "I will not tell you again. Now open your legs!"

"Yes sir," I mumbled and slowly moved my feet apart until each was next to an eyelet. Whilst opening my legs I felt my labia parting, as if to remind me that my large fleshy labia were now visible to the men.

Jack knelt and swiftly tied my ankles to the eyelets. With my ankles firmly secured he moved to the side of the room and pulled on the rope, hoisting my arms up above my head. Having secured the rope he walked back and said to the men, "what do you think of my slut then?"

"Very sexy," said one.

"Great tits," said another.

"I love her dangling fleshy pussy lips," said another.

I felt demeaned, like a piece of meat hanging in a butcher's shop as customers decided which part of my flesh they wanted. However, the most disturbing aspect for me was that as they objectified me in this way it was arousing me. I could feel myself becoming wetter and wetter.

I was trying hard to just gaze down at the floor between my feet as the men commented on my body. However, when Jack said to them, "come closer guys and have a good look," I briefly lifted my gaze. As the five came toward me I saw the unmistakable large bulges of their erections barely contained by their boxers.

They stood all around me and began to touch me. I tensed as felt a hand squeeze each buttock and heard him say, "nice arse."

As they mauled my buttocks other hands grabbed my breasts, squeezing them quite hard and then pulling on my nipples.

Other hands began stroking my inner thighs, gradually moving higher and higher toward my crotch. I felt powerless as they continued to grope and stroke me knowing that sooner rather than later, they would discover the extent of my wetness.

Even though I was expecting it my whole body suddenly tensed as I felt a stranger's hand cup the fleshy lips of my oozing sex. He began to gently squeeze and move his fingers against my wetness. I then let out an involuntary gasp as he slipped two fingers up inside me and exclaimed, "The slut must be enjoying this. Her fleshy cunt is oozing!"

Calling me a slut would normally deeply offend me as would using such a vile word for my vagina but, in my aroused state, I found it surprisingly exciting.

The one with his fingers inside me then said to the others, "come and have a feel."

3.

I still felt as though I was in some bizarre erotic dream. In a place where my usual moral restraint did not exist. A place where I could experience my darkest sexual desires without judgement or shame.

I was naked, tied, and helpless. Surrounded by men who I knew would soon use my body for their own selfish pleasure. I was in no doubt that before I walked back out of Jack's house all of them will have penetrated and ejaculated in my body.

One of the last books I'd read featured a woman submitting her body to a group of men. When I'd finished the story, I thought how demeaning it must feel to be used by a group of men like that and wondered how any woman could agree to such abuse.

Now, with Jack and five others taking turns to slip their fingers up inside me whilst others groped my buttocks and breasts, I was surprised by how the whole situation was arousing me to new heights.

I even felt disappointed when Jack said to the five men, "by now you have all felt how aroused and wet she is so stand back a little while I show you how she likes to be treated."

I turned my head to look at Jack and saw that he had fetched a bag from somewhere in the room. I then watched nervously as he opened it and pulled out what looked like a long silver Y shaped chain. Fixed on each of the three ends were what looked like small bulldog clips. He then moved up close to me holding one of the clips saying, "do you know what these are?"

From what he had said earlier I already had an idea but felt puzzled as to why there were three and replied, "No sir."

He just grinned as he reached for one of my nipples, pinching it hard between his finger and thumb. Releasing his grip my nipple instantly swelled and stiffened as he said, "they're nipple clamps."

I could only watch helplessly as he held one of the clips open, placed it over my nipple and released his grip. The spring was much stronger than I was expecting causing me to gasp in pain as it gripped my sensitive flesh. My nipple was still throbbing as he did the same to the other one.

I felt slightly relieved as the throbbing rapidly gave way to numbness.

He then placed his hand on my belly, gently stroking and caressing it and moving it relentlessly lower and lower toward my pubis.

As his fingers curled down over my hairless pubis toward my vulva, I began to panic at the sudden realisation of what the third clip was for.

"Keep still!" he said as I began to squirm my hips away from him.

I stopped moving, but flinched and gasped as I felt him squeeze the sides of my clitoral hood between his finger and thumb.

"Please," I begged, "not there."

I felt the cold steel touch my flesh as he replaced his finger and thumb with the jaws of the bulldog clip. I tried to brace myself, but nothing could have prepared me for the sudden pain when he released his grip on the clip and the cold steel jaws clamped my clitoris in its hood. I gasped and cried out but, after a short while and much to my relief, the pain subsided into a dull numbness.