Exploring for the first time is a minor shame.

"Are you willing to take on some humiliation?"

I read the book again.

"In how?" I replied.

He'd never mentioned to me the existence of a shameful obsession prior to. I didn't think he was an overly dominant person.

"Preferably toward my side," he replied.

Ah! He would like to feel snubbed.

Though he'd never admitted to me that his personality was not the best, it was logical in my mind. He always asked that I show him pictures or videos I had taken and other guys to cause him to be jealous.

I was thinking about it while I walked to his home.

I wasn't convinced that I was possessed. I was pretty submissive. I was recently experimenting to be a top model.

The previous week I had tied a man to a chair, tied him up with a blindfold and pushed him to the edge until the man begged me to stop, and allow him to cum. I enjoyed hearing the pain in his voice when I touched his cock.

Rapid and then slow. Slow and fast.

I've never seen more of a cumshot like I did this time. His cum was all over the place through my hair, on my face, on my tits, in the air, and on his own.

It made me feel powerful. I was in his hands and there was nothing he could do.

I was beginning to think that there might be a sadist in me. The sadist was desperate to play.

Humiliation was a different thing, however. The thing was that I've never done or even let anyone else make me feel.

The rain fell and dropped off the top of my forest-green raincoat. It was less than I was; his age was 25 years younger than my 33. An officer of the police.

In his job, he was powerful. In the back of his office, he longed to give up his power. He wanted to give it away to another person.

I understood it.

Humiliation at 14th Number

"You could describe the person you last fucked and how he was more superior than me and my tiny limp dumb dick."

"Like I've seen you tiny and weak."

"You will tomorrow."

I laughed to myself while I cleaned rain drops off my eyes. I wasn't certain if I'd do it.

The house he lived in was a tiny apartment that was located off of an important road. Metal gates stood in front of me. I pressed the button number 14 and waited.

The sound of a buzz signalled that my gate was opened.

I pulled the gates open and walked towards the building. Then, I again pressed 14 and I waited for the door to ring. He was eagerly waiting at the apartment's door.

He was wearing white shorts and a t-shirt, in spite of it being only the final day of April.

It was one of the coldest Aprils ever. He'd said he typically was wearing shorts throughout the year. If I hosted a dinner party in February the night before, he would arrive early at 3am in shorts.

He led me down the hall into his bedroom. He sat by his bed and gazed down at me, arms folded towards his sides.

It was my cue to be in control and direct him to follow my instructions.

Sucking up to humiliation

"Take off your clothing," I told him.

He threw his shirt over his head. The muscles in his chest twitched slightly. Then, he bent his knees to pull his pants up. He was naked before me.

He was a big dick. large Dick was already slack. It was as if it was saluting me.

Not as soft, and not too sluggish. Like I had imagined.

I told him to lay on the bed, and I told him to sit down on the bed and he did. I told him to look at what I was doing first. I was trying to soften the humiliation.

I grabbed a bottle of oil from his table at night and poured it onto his arm.

Then I wrapped my hands around the object by slowly moving it between my hands. I accelerated my pace until his breathing got more ragged, and his moans became louder.

And then, I came to a stop abruptly.

He groaned.

I started stroking at the front of his cock in a slow manner.

"Wow what an awfully pathetic dick" I said , and I shook my head with a sigh of relief. "Do you think you can ever please me with this?"

"No miss, I don't believe I could do that," he mumbled.

"I have never had the pleasure of being with a man who has such a tiny little. I'm so disappointed. It's truly pathetic. There's no way you're even a male and you're a young boy. What do you think you can give me?"

I was gently stroking his cock with a gentle stroke while I spoke to him. He groaned a bit louder every time I said something he didn't like to him. His legs shaken at times.

"I did a lot of flogging prior to my arrival here. He was a mighty man. He was able to make me wet. When I'm with him, I'm just as dry as the pistachio nuts."

Nothing more than a skin

I could tell that he was getting close to Cumming. I put down my stroking.

"I do not want to get in touch with you for a second. This is just a disgusting piece of skin. I'm ashamed of you."

"I understand, Miss. I'm also embarrassed. It's a deplorable daddy. It's nothing more than an unintentional skin."

"I might not even allow you to smooch. I'm not sure you deserve it."

"That's your decision to choose," he mumbled.

The cock of his head twitched when he laid down on the mattress. I'd never seen him harder before.

I was thinking he'd like my frustration at not letting him go.

"Maybe I'll let you go here, your balls full and hurting, and wish I could have done you a favour and finished you off."

He groaned a second time, much louder this time. Should I touch him once more right now, he'd probably explode.

"Do you think you're entitled to be treated like a mul?" I demanded

"No Do you think I'm not?" "No, Miss. I don't believe I'm sure. You ought to probably go away in pain. If my dick was larger than mine, maybe I'd get it."

I assured him that I was with his opinion. He stroked my cock a second time but made sure not to stroke too quickly. It was my wish for him to plead for it. I wanted to plead with him to allow him to use the be a cum.

I got up and put on my shoes. As I left through the front door I turned at him.

"Maybe I'll allow you to cum later in the evening and on my video. Maybe."