Shred of Humility

"Shred of Humility"
Author: DominantHacker
All rights reserved Copyright © 2008 by DominantHacker

Story codes: M/f, MF/f, humiliation, bdsm, consensual, serious, slavery

Description: This is totally a fantasy.  I don't expect a man or a woman to act like this IRL.  Just something I thought to get down on paper since this type of fantasy is such a common one for me (though not usually so much S&M).

A shy, repressed, young woman drawn to a controlling man who enjoys humiliating her.  She finds in him that man of her mysterious, dark dreams.  Is this romance or just a sordid game?

1. Chapter 2

While Anna sleeps on his chest, Edward reflects on the evening and his feelings.  He looks down at her and her blouse that he's placed over her shoulders.

He had seen the shy pharmacist a number of times and watched her carefully, working out when the best time to approach her for maximum impact.  He had known that she would not be working the next day and that she had a short time before ending her shift, but still enough that anticipation would build, and possibly fear.  That she would have to wait at work before meeting him outside... and if she did come up to his car, he would then know.

He can understand why she would probably wear falsies in her bra and grins at some ideas that pops into his head. But she doesn't seem to be the type of person who could or would go out and buy a set of falsies herself.  Someone had to have bought them for her: either in sympathy or as a joke.

And those nipples... oh, how he can lead her from one end of the house to the other on the end of a leash with those.  Just that thought alone gets his blood boiling again.  She seems to hate them.  Seems to hate her whole body.

And she wants to be punished. Why?  Why would she want to be punished? She didn't even shrink from me whipping her cunt.

This one will be a real pleasure to have.  And she wishes to be his slave.  Rules, rules, she will need rules to live by.  Just a few at first, so she won't be overwhelmed.  Some for humiliation, others for control, others for just being his slave.  Let's see, he thinks.

Rule one: she should of course obey me without hesitation or question.  Oh, this is good... number two: she is never to touch me without permission.  She is not to look at me without permission, directly and she is not to say anything unless asked.  I don't think that last one will be a problem considering how she got my attention tonight for dinner.

She won't be allowed to touch herself without permission... considering how wet she gets and how hard her nipples get, she might have trouble with that.  So she'll need to tell me whenever she gets aroused, so I can chastise or punish her properly. He grins inwardly.

Bending his nose down, he sniffs her hair and feels his cock begin to rise again.  No, not yet. It's too soon.  I just used her, I need to put her in her place more.

Gently, Edward nudges Anna awake.  She nuzzles the fabric of his shirt and inhales deeply.  Edward smiles thinking how sweet and innocent she appears.

Grinning, he dumps her off his lap and stands up.  Putting his now semi-shrunken penis back into his pants.

Anna is jolted awake after a confusing sleep.  It was the most contented she had ever experienced, but it was also filled with more dark dreams.  Dreams of being on her hands and knees, in sexual heat, begging the dark man for something - she can't remember what now.

She runs a hand threw her hair absentmindedly, but feels her now dried juices attached to her hairs that she had been rubbing against the stained chair earlier. Groaning in humiliation, she puts her hands down by her side.

Edward growls at her, "Cover yourself... I don't need to see that I didn't get a real woman for a slave."

Anna bows her head in shame, hoping her hair covers her hard nipples.  She reaches for her blouse and eases it over her shoulders, starting to button it.

"Did I tell you to button it? Just to cover yourself!"

"I'm sorry.  I didn't want you to see my ugly body accidentally."

"You will obey me without question and immediately.  That's your first rule as my slave."

Anna nods, feeling a part of herself fall deeper and feeling her privates get more moist.

Edward reaches down to where Anna is kneeling, grabs her hair and pulls the small woman up.  She cries and brings her hands up to his wrists to help hold her weight - then quickly realizes herself and brings them down again.  Edward pulls her up until she is standing but still  holds on to her hair.  "You will answer me properly when given something."

"I am sorry, Master. Thank you very much, Master, for the rule to live by. Master?"

"Yes?"

"Can I show you how much I appreciate your rule?"

Edward chuckles, "if you think you can make me believe you appreciate."

Anna is crestfallen, but as he told her the rule, she had the need to...

She gracefully gets to her knees and then her elbows, bringing her face close to Edward's shoes.  She kisses first one and then the other, and returns to an upright position on her knees.  Her head still bowed, she places her hands in her lap, waiting for him to chastise, praise or ignore her heart-felt action.

Inside, Edward has trouble bringing together his emotions at this simple act of submission.  She has no reason to do that, no reason to debase herself like that - except that she feels this way: lowly, submissive, enthralled. And she likes how I treat her and she loves getting rules.  I can live with that - can she?

"Stand."  Anna gracefully rises to her feet in front of Edward, still looking at the floor in front of him.

Edward takes a couple of steps to her and envelopes her in his arms.  Ensure if it is allowed, but needing to, Anna returns the embrace.

Breaking the hold, Edward tells her, "You still need to clean the chair properly. You will find the supplies under the kitchen sink. Come to me when you have finished so I can inspect it."

He then leaves her alone.  Anna feels suddenly very alone and very cold.  She could feel the draft under her open blouse against her bare privates, making her shiver.  Could he at least let me cover the rest of my ugly body or clean up my disgusting wetness?  I hope he doesn't notice.

She leaves for the kitchen and starts her task.

While she is working, Edward downloads a "slave contract".  After a few modifications he prints a copy for Anna to sign.  He then realizes that he doesn't know her name... he hasn't really been interested in knowing until now, and then only for the contract.  He then opens a new file and starts listing rules for her.

He thinks about how she reacted to just one rule... how she seems to thrive on his domination of her.  She has a will of her own, she got threw college, and medical training to become a pharmacist.

But how far will she go as a sex slave?  He remembers just a couple of hours ago, his hand on her pussy as he tells her how inferior he thinks her body is.. how he felt her get more aroused.  Does she like humiliation too?  Seems more likely she doesn't understand what she likes right now.

Edward finishes an initial set of rules for Anna to start living by if she is to be his slave-girl and that file is printed off as well.  As he waits for her to finish her chore, he commits the rules to his own memory.

Meanwhile, Anna is patiently cleaning the chair, careful of the fabric, knowing that she should not damage the possessions of her new "owner".  She likes that thought, to be owned.  To be cared for, yes, but to also have no rights, as a woman.  She personally didn't like "women's lib", although she understood it and saw value it in for her friends... it wasn't how she thought marriage should be.

She should be at home when her husband comes home, ready to do whatever he wishes... even disgusting bedroom acts.  He's the man and she is his woman.

But why did her body buzz from everything he did to her, like it wanted more?  Her body couldn't be trusted, or maybe it just wants to tell her that she should do anything she can to please him.

Finally, done.  She thinks.  I wish I could take a shower to smell better for him.

Anna quickly puts the cleaning supplies away and applies a blotter on the damp fabric of the chair.  She then goes to find Edward sitting in front of his computer, reading over a page.

Quietly, she kneels beside him, hands folded in her lap, head bowed, looking at the floor, back straight.

Edward enjoys how she waits for him to notice her, silent, patient, but waiting to tell him that she has finished her task.  Finally, he turns to her.  "I have here two documents.  The first is a contract for your slavery to me."  He hands it to her.  "Read it carefully and take your time."

She reads it slowly, and finds her nipples getting painfully stiff and wishes she had a sweater over her blouse.  She tries to concentrate on the document.  Never reading anything like it, she marvels at the thoughts going threw her head.  Two important points are standing out in her mind: I will turn everything over to him, my bank account, my apartment, maybe even my job.  And he can do anything he wishes to me, anything. Oh... why does that feel so naughty when it feels so right?  And yesterday, I didn't know him.

Still looking at the floor, she lifts the paper up to Edward.

"Do you agree to the terms of the contract?"

"Yes, Master.  Completely." She answers.

"Stand by the desk here to sign the contract," he orders.  Anna gracefully rises and moves next to Edward's chair. He holds out a pen and gestures to the contract that he has placed on the desk.  She leans over and signs her name illegibly and dates it.

Edward grins.  I still don't know her name, not even from this.  Then he signs and dates the papers, a bit more clearly.

"Kneel!" he commands.  She looks a little fearful at his sudden change in tone but immediately gets to her knees in front of him, feeling the blouse move against her bare thighs and her hard nipples.

"Next, is a list of rules for you to start living by.  And you will need a name."

A name?  I have a name. Anna thinks to herself.

Knowing her internal questions, Edward continues. "Your parents may have given you a name, but now you are my belonging, my plaything.  If I wish to change your name, I can."

Anna feels that "deepening" feeling again and simply nods her head.

"Your first rule will be: you are to obey me without question or hesitation. Repeat the rule."

"I am to obey you without question or hesitation."

"Next: you are never to speak unless ordered, asked a question or given permission. Repeat."  Anna quietly repeats the statement.

"You are never to touch me without permission."  Again, she repeats the rule.

"You are never to look at me directly without permission." She responds again.

"You are never to touch yourself, sexually, without permission." Anna gasps at this, then slowly repeated the embarrassing statement.

"You will not bathe, eat, sleep, relieve or dress yourself without permission." Anna feels another sinking feeling, as she says each word.

"You will never wear any kind of bra for the rest of your life - only women with breasts wear bras." Anna can feel her hard nipples and her privates throb as she states the rule reconfirming her self-image.

"You will keep your pubic region bare."  Anna didn't understand what he meant so she raised her hand with her head bowed.  Edward grinned how receptive she was.  "You have a question?"

"What do you mean by 'bare', Master?"

"I mean that there will be no hair between your legs - at all.  You will find a way so you are smooth there at all times.  Specifically, from below your waistline to your upper thighs.  Any more questions?"

"One, Master.  I will need items from the store for this... task."  Anna has trouble coming to terms with the idea of losing her last, albeit sparse, covering over her privates.  Now she won't look like a real woman at all.  "When can I go to purchase them to obey this rule?"

"Excellent thinking." Anna burns at the compliment.  "We can go out after we have finished here. Before we continue, repeat the last rule."

"I will keep my privates bare at all times." Anna replies, blushing.

"The last rule, for now, is: If you ever find yourself becoming highly aroused, you will tell me immediately.. you can ignore the second rule."

Anna is shocked.. how could he ever think she could become so aroused? "Yes, Master."

"Repeat!" he barks.

Meekly, "If I ever become highly aroused, I will tell you immediately."  As she says the words, she confusingly finds herself becoming wetter between her thighs.

"Now, to think of a name for you..." He looks at her for a long minute.

"Open your blouse."  Her fingers move slowly to the embarrassing task.  She pulls the sides of her blouse apart, exposing her hard nipples on top of her flat chest.

Edward looks at her large teats, sticking out, moving up and down with her breathing, deep red with her arousal and shame.

"I think 'tips' is a good name for you right now.  I might change it later, but right now it suits you."

Anna cringes inwardly, but also feels a little small amount of pride that she would receive anything from her new master.  "Thank you, Master."

"Go gather your clothes, tips, and bring them back here. Leave your blouse as it is."

Anna blushes and quickly rises to leave.  She finds her skirt near the front door, she decides to leave her shoes at the door since she was already forbidden to wear them indoors.  She retrieves her panties, bra and lastly her falsies from the dining room.  She returns with the items cradled in her arms.

She places her clothes on the floor in front of her new owner, then kneels next to his seat, head bowed, hands in her lap.  The blouse still open, exposing the sides of her hard nipples and the juncture of her thighs.  If he cared to look, Edward would be able to see wet upper thighs barely touching.

He reaches down and picks up her soiled panties, now dried with her juices.  Rubbing the panties between her thighs, he wipes up the new juices that have been deposited. "You are so aroused and you have not said anything to me?" He tells her quietly, but with some menace in his voice.

Confused, Anna looks up and replies, "But, Master, I am so not highly aroused."  She realizes her mistake and quickly looks back down.

Edward grabs her hair roughly in one hand and pulls her head back until she is looking straight at him.  "You do not look at me without permission! Got it?!"

"Yes, Master, I'm sorry, Master."

"Now, you seem highly aroused to me, tips."  Edward knows she is not as highly aroused as she was earlier when he stopped.  Anna blushes and asks "Master?"

"You can speak freely at this time, tips."  "Thank you, Master."

"I don't know what 'highly aroused' feels like... I read about arousal in medical books, but I never..."

Edward thinks for a minute, inwardly chuckling to himself.  "Have you ever felt really dirty and felt the need to touch yourself.. there?"

A quiet "yes, Master."

"Tell me how that feels."

"I feel disgusting... wet, there is a gnawing feeling, sometimes it gets painful... and my nipples, they push out more than normal, feel like they are going to burst.. and I feel like something is missing, but I don't know what.  I hate how I feel when I get like that."

"That's being highly aroused, tips."

"Oh... I'm sorry, Master.... I'll try to be more conscious of that."

"You still need to be punished, tips."

"Yes, Master"

"I think you need to be taught what it really means to be aroused. Stand up."  Edward stands and walks to an armchair.  His belt is unbuckled and he pulls down his slacks and underpants, leaving his dress shirt covering his privates.  But the front is being pushed out quite a bit.  He sits down and pulls his shirt up over his penis, leaving it exposed.

"Come sit here on my prick.  Face away from me."

Anna moves nervously over to Edward.  She straddles his knees and looks between his legs at the first penis attached to a live man in her adult life.

"It's beautiful," she thinks. "It's big! But he wants it inside me again."

She carefully lowers her tiny body into position over the head of his erection.  A tiny moan escapes her throat as she feels his flesh touch hers, and she can't help but shudder from the electricity shooting through her system.  Anna reaches between her thighs and gently grasps her master's prick and rubs it against herself, moaning more.

Edward chuckles, "feeling dirty, tips?"  Anna catches her shameful performance, "yes, Master, I'm sorry." Hanging her head, she carefully coats the head of his penis with her juices, trying to ignore the sensations surging through her body, spreading and ending back at her wet, disgusting privates.

She moves her hips until her entrance lines up with her Master's erection and starts to push herself down onto it.

She only sinks down an inch, on to the head of his prick, before she starts feeling herself stretching too painfully to continue.  She tries to bear down harder, but it hurts more.  How much am I hurting him?  I need to stop, I'm supposed to be pleasing him. She starts to lift herself.

SLAP!  She feels a pain against her thigh.  "Did I tell you to stop?"

Confused, Anna replies, "No, I'm sorry, Master.  I thought I was hurting you."  Edward chuckles.

"You would know if you were hurting me, tips. Now get your hole down around my cock."

Anna blushes at the vulgar language, but eases herself down again, gasping as his tip touches her wet flesh.  She plants the head of his cock into her entrance and begins to push herself down onto it.  Shame fills her as she feels her juices surround the new muscle and as it pushes painfully in to her freshly broken vagina.

She is having trouble getting it inside her, so she tries to twist her hips like one would do trying to get anything into a tiny hole.

Anna is unprepared for the new intense sensations her Master's flesh causes her sensitive flesh.  Gasps and tiny moans escape her lips, but she continues to twist and push down.

Suddenly, in one surge, her hips land flat on Edward's lap.  Anna screams and her hands fly to her painfully stretched vagina.  Too big! No, too big! Just please like it.  Please!

Edward just grins and reaches up under her arms and caresses her nipples for the first time.  He can not believe how hard they are.  So big and yet so hard.  He takes each gently in his thumb, index and middle fingers and starts to stroke them from base to tip.

Anna moans deeply, briefly forgetting the pain in her groin, feeling sparks flying from her nipples down to her painful privates.

Then she realizes that the moan came from her, and tries to shrink away in shame.

Edward feels her move away from his fingers and quickly tightens his grip painfully on the sensitive nubs.  "You do not try to take away what is now mine!"

"Your body is mine to play with however I like!" He pulls her large nipples in opposite directions, stretching them like never before.

Crying from pain, humiliation and disappointment, Anna doesn't know what to do, so she slowly puts her hands down on his hips for support, and lets him do what he wished.

Edward is pleased that she didn't respond.. he didn't ask her a question.  He is enjoying the feel of her nipples being pulled from her ribcage.  He experiments more on how much they can be stretched, hearing her gasp and whimper.  But his most conscious feeling is of his new slave's cunt grasping his hard cock in a most wonderful way every time he pulls her nipples tightly.

One hand leaves her nipples, the other returns to gently caressing them.  The first hand slowly travels down her stomach and between her spread, wet thighs.

Anna gasps, knowing what is coming next, but unprepared. "Please don't touch there, it's dirty, Master. Please?"

Edward pinches her nipple again, "Remember your rules!"

"Yes, Master. I'm sorry, Master.  But please, I'm so disgusting there."

"Then you can clean me after," Edwards adds with a grin.

Anna whimpers, but feels his hand stroke the soft, sparse curls above her now stretched slit.  She feels charged, and ashamed, and wet, and needy, and wishing to crawl into a hole and to just be able to please her new Master.

Edward's fingers reach between her split lips and massaged the wet labia, drawing more moans.  Finally, his finger found her clit.  My, it's pretty small.

Anna jumped up, moving up off her Master's cock a few inches.  She moans at the sensations this causes inside her tight pussy.

He uses his forearm to leverage her back fully onto his lap.  Loving the grip of the extremely tight cunt around his prick.  Finding her clit again, he gently strokes it, but gets only one pass before Anna again, jumps up his cock with a gasp.

"Sensitive there, are we?"

It is a rhetorical question, but Anna still obeys... "I guess so, Master."

Pushing her down again with his arm and forcing her on his lap, Edward again finds her tiny clitoris and strokes it.

Anna jerks as if hit by an electrical wire.

Her Master starts to gently rub her pleasure center, overloading her senses, flooding her pussy with juices... and filling her with shame at the dark pleasure between her legs.

Edward enjoys her quiet whimpers growing into gasps.  All the while, her heavenly twat is milking his stiff penis almost painfully.

He pulls his hand away from her wet pussy, and she instantly groans at the loss of stimulation.

Then he pulls her up off his now drenched prick.

Anna instantly recognizes the yet before mild yearning she had felt.  Now it feels like a full blown, deep emptiness in her soul.

She cries out in frustration, disappointment and loss.

"On your hands and knees, tips!"

Anna quickly gets to in to position and bows her head before her new Master... with a new found respect for the world of sexuality.

"Are you 'highly aroused' now, tips?"

Trying to control her breathing, Anna answers, "Yes, Master.  Very, very aroused."

"Good, slave."

Anna cries again from the emptiness, frustration and the sudden realization that her life as she knows it is gone.  In its place is the life from her dreams.