In the days leading up to it, I had such an indescribable mixture of emotions. What the fuck did I agree to do? I tried thinking back deep into my memories, to try and figure out when in my life I developed these twisted desires and fantasies. A psychologist would have day trying to figure out what goes on in my mind..
I met my master on a website for people with eccentric kinks. I never really thought about joining one of these websites until one of my close friends recommended it. We hardly had any small talk before diving deep into my darkest fantasies. I soon told him all about how I wanted to be degraded. How I dreamed about being tossed around by multiple men and women and humiliated in public. We met a few times before the event to “get to know each other” a bit. During these meetings we began to discuss in detail what I wanted to experience. Being relatively shy and Easy going I gave him a small idea of what I sometimes though about, and let him use his imagination from there. I was not let down. In fact, things I never even dreamed of would be done to me, and my horizons were broadened quite a bit regarding what is actually “eccentric”. A few months with Jason and I was doing things I never would have even imagined just months prior.
The day of the event started out fairly normal. I ate a decent sized breakfast to prepare, as I did not know how long I would be … performing for. I drank a lot of water to prepare myself for whatever was about to happen. My only instructions were to show up at this apartment at 1 pm sharp. I was to appear in heels, with my makeup done. They specified that I wear “more makeup than usual” so I put on some trashy pink lipstick and blue eye shadow. I was to show up completely alone, and without my cell phone. I was to be searched upon arrival and any items that did not seem fit would be confiscated. I was ready.
I put on jeans and a medium grade jacket to help combat the wicked Boston winter day. The heels didn’t exactly seem practical or go with the outfit, but I did as told. I took the subway to the closest stop to the address, which led me to an incredibly sketchy neighborhood, and walked about 4 blocks before seeing the seedy brick building that held the rest of my day.
When I found the apartment number that was cat scratched on the back of a walgreens receipt, 205, I gave a solid three knocks on the door. About 2 minutes later a young lady opened the door. She was around 5’8 and 28 years old with lovey blonde hair curled to perfection. She looked at me, unamused.
“Oh… there you are” she muttered. “Follow me. Leave those heels on. You’ll need them.”
She walked me into a room down a halfway with a shut door. Inside were two men sitting cross legged, as if they were having a meeting. I entered and was greeted with nothing but a glance in my direction. While they finished their conversation and I awkwardly stood in the doorway.
“And you are?” The older one asked with a half assed glance in my direction.
“I’m Veronica… Jason sent me. He said you would be expecting me?”
“THIS is the girl we have been waiting for?” The younger one interjected. “She looks nothing like what Jason described.”
I blushed. Was i not up to their standards?
“I’m sorry…” I began, “what were you expecting?”
“Well.. Jason said we were getting an attractive, slender, tall blonde. You hardly look 5’5 even with those heels on. Your hair is definitely dirty blonde. And you could SURELY benefit from losing a few pounds. But I suppose you’ll do.”
This was embarrassing.
“Well, go on, show us your tits.” The older one insisted.
I gulped. Okay.
Slowly I removed my jacket, and then my top, revealing a sexy bra that I put on for the occasion.
“Let’s get on with it then. I want you completely nude, Veronica. Then we will go over the rules.”
I removed all of my clothing and stood there, completely naked, in front of these two (unattractive) strangers, to be judged by them.
“Wow… you look even worse naked than you do in clothes. Jesus, when was the last time you hit the gym?”
Another gulp. I chose not to respond and to just hold my head up high.
“Veronica, bend over and touch your toes for us.”
I cooperated.
“Let’s go over rules and expectations here. We will take questions at the end. When you are in our control, you get no say in what is done to you. This will be in compliance with the waver you sign at the end of this meeting.”
My muscles were getting sore from being bent over touching my toes in this humiliating position while I listened to my fate.
“When in the play room, you will be referred to not by your name, but by names such as “hole, pig, slut, whore. Some of our clients might get a little more creative than that, but those are just a few examples of what you may need to come to. Hopefully you are understanding me. You don’t seem to be the smartest. Now, you will do absolutely everything demanded of you by the clients or staff in the play room. When referring to others, you will address them as ‘master, sir, ma’am, or anything else that seems fit. You do not speak to your superiors without using a proper title. Any violation to these rules will result in the flogger being handed to a volunteer from the play room to punish you. When moving around the play room you are to walk on all fours unless instructed otherwise by a superior. You will have a bowl of water to drink out of during your performance. You will be used until my clients feel satisfied. Any questions?”
“Uh…. No… I suppose not.” I was morbidly nervous. I didn’t know it was going to be anything like this. But it was far too late to turn back now. Plus, I was curious.
I signed the consent form without reading it (classic, I know) and announced that I was ready.
My superiors had me change into a lacy two piece underwear set that hardly covered any of my body. They attached a tight leash to my neck and began walking me down the hallway. Midway to the elevator, the one holding my leash, the younger one, stopped.
“Well, pig, this is a good time to get used to walking on all fours. Let’s give it a shot.”
I looked down at the disgusting floor that looked like it hadn’t been mopped in ages. I gave the man a dirty look, which he did not take well. He pulled my leash tight. “Well this certainly is NOT the time to start acting out. you have no idea what those people are going to do to you, do you??” With that he gave me a hard slap across the face and pushed my back hard and firmly to put me into position. Okay, I guess I’m walking on all fours on this disgusting floor.
We entered the elevator and the older man pulled a blindfold out of his pocket.
“We like to keep them blind at first. Helps with the suspension. Besides, yoy don’t deserve to see what’s going on.”
And I lost my sight. I could feel we were going down. Very, very far. When the elevator door opened, I head an indiscernible amount of voices. I could tell it was very bright in the room.
Upon noticing my arrival, many people started cheering that their meat was here. Walking on all fours, my tits dangled halfway to the floor. This floor felt even dirtier than the first one.
I was led to what felt like a cold metal pole. I was stood up and pushed against the pole, with my wrists wrapped around and secured behind me around the pole. I could feel the cold metal stinging my ass cheeks.
I heard a woman approaching me. She spoke softly but with aggression. I could tel the whole room, no clue how many people, were watching intently as I was the star of the show.
“Wel well.. what have we got here??” The woman started. “Not exactly what I was described. But you’ll work. Meat is meat.” I felt her long fingernails running along the front of my bound body.
“Do you people want to see this dirty whore naked??”
A cheer from the Audience confirmed it.
I felt my bra be removed and my panties be cut off, exposing my tits and pussy to a room full of strangers. “Wow, you didn’t even shave? It’s a forest down there!” The crowd roared in laughter. What sort of sick fucks attended this event??
I said nothing
“Hello pig, I’m speaking to you!” She roared, and I felt a sharp slap on my upper thigh.
“Uh… no… I didn’t shave.”
“Well, when was your last shower? You kind of smell, too.”
Another roar of laughter from the crowd.
“Who wants to give this little bitch a shower???”
I felt movement in the room as people approached my helpless bound naked body. Then I felt splashes of cold liquids hit my skin, and could tell almost immediately by the smell and taste that it was gross domestic beers. It was all in my hair, and it was incredibly sticky. I was shaking in humiliation. The crowd was having a ball with it.
“Let’s unmask this bitch so she can see what’s going on” someone suggested. A sudden burst of light while my blindfold was removed. To my horror I discovered the room, which appeared to be a decommissioned bar, had about 25 strangers in it, and at least 10 were recording videos on their phones. I don’t think I had ever been more turned on in my life.
I wiggled in my binding but it was clear I was not getting free until someone released me.
Bud light was dripping off of every part of my body and pooling at my feet. I splashed in it as i struggled to escape.
“Oh, you’d like to get loose, bitch?” The female taunted.
I nodded, tears in my eyes.
I felt my wrists be released from the bindings. Too good to be true.
“Lay on the ground” she instructed. I wanted this to all be over, so I did exactly as told. “On your stomach.” I rolled over in the puddle of beer and wet dirt from the floor until I was face down in the mess. I felt my wrists and ankles being hog tied as I tasted the sour beer on my helpless lips.
She then asked the crowd who wanted to go first, and instructed them to all line up and do their share to make me feel absolutely worthless.
I felt a few sets of hands on me. One finger penetrating my soaking wet pussy. The condition of my wetness was announced and everyone laughed again at what a dirty whore I was and how I deserved this.
Then I felt something cold and hard enter my wet hole. I could tell by the texture that I was being fucked with a beer bottle. The man held the bottle still and instructed me to work for my pleasure. I grinded on the beer bottle like a worthless slut desperate for penetration. He then announced he didn’t feel that I was worthy of his penis, so he fucked me with a bottle instead.
The woman brought out a hose and began to spray ice cold, high pressure water onto me, focusing hard on the more sensitive areas of my body, rinsing the beer off of me but also creating a much larger puddle that I was laying in. It was now impossible to keep the mess out of my mouth.
I was instructed to roll back and forth in the sludge and oink like a pig. I did as told while bearing the pain of the whip at every turn around.
“The little pig is rolling in the mud!” The dominatrix screamed, and everyone thought it was hilarious. This was the most humiliating thing I could ever imagine. Tears streamed down my face as I rolled on the ground like a piglet. The water got dirtier as the mud from everyone’s shoes ran off into it.
The next man to come up to me had me lay on my back as he stepped on me lightly with his boots, covering me in muddy boot marks. He stepped everywhere, making sure to get mud on my face and hair, matting my hair into the mess below me. He then took out his phone and took a few shots of me, including a close up on my face and hair covered in muddy boot marks. I was allowed to roll over and “rinse off” In the sludge water before the next person came up to use me.
The next person to come up was female. She had red hair and was a little on the short and stocky side, but attractive nonetheless.
“Hey little whore,” she began, “have you ever eaten pussy before??”
“Um, once, in college.”
She began to remove her clothes and straddled my face. She announced that she expected to get off quickly, and she hoped I was capable of that.
I began to generously lap at her pussy, letting her juices drip into my mouth. She tasted a bit sour. She moaned as I worked my tongue around her clit and into her hole. She positioned herself forward and instructed me to lick her asshole. I had certainly never done that before. I wiggled my tongue as far as I could go into the strangers asshole, tasting every bit of her funk. It wasn’t long before she started to cum, a lot. She soaked my face with her juices. She got up but my hands were still tied behind my back so I was unable to wipe it off and was forced to fester in her fluids.
Then came the markers. People approached me in groups of 2 of 3 to mark my body up with profanities in different shades of permanent marker. I suddenly became very aware of the extreme amount of makeup I was instructed to wear streaming all over my face. What a mess I had become. When they were finished writing on me I glanced down to see all sorts of colorful language scribbled on me. I only wondered what my face looked like at this point.
My bindings were untied.
The blindfold was put back on me as I sat there unsure what to do, sitting in the fetal position.
I felt an extremely sharp pain in first my right nipple then my left, as the clamps were attached. The pain grew more intense and hotter with every second.
“Why don’t you find your water bowl, you little pig?” Someone announced from the audience. The bowl of water was somewhere on the floor for me to drink, and I had to find it whole blindfolded with clamped nipples. Okay. I began to crawl around the room. Every time I approached a person instead of the water bowl I would get either a slap to the face or a hard tug on my clamps. Not sure which I preferred. Eventually I found the water bowl and lapped at it desperately. As I was lapping I felt similar pain on my pussy as my nipples. Clamps were added to my inner labia. I yelped in surprise as this happened . Then I felt them being pulled downward by the weights that were added to them. My pussy was extremely strained.
My blindfold was removed. Then I felt a plug go into my ass, unlubricated and unannounced.
“Okay, now we are going to do some exercises. You could surely use them.” Said the same girl who’s juices I still tasted on my tongue. Everyone laughed at her insult. “Let’s start with 10 jumping jacks”
Every single centimeter my body moved caused extreme pain on all clamped parts of my body. My nipples and pussy throbbed under the clamps and weight.
“Look at her stupid fat rolls jiggle!” Someone exclaimed, and everyone laughed at me. They then had me jog laps around the room and do push ups. But nothing was worse than the sit ups that were controlled by the man forcing me by pulling my nipple clamps.
After the exercising routine, someone announced that he wanted too see me cum. I was told I had 15 seconds to find an object in the room to use to get off. I quickly scrambled around on all fours to find the most practical item, but all I could find was a tv remote. Everyone circled around to watch how pathetic I looked fucking myself with an object that was hardly even phallic. The pressure of the audience made me cum very quickly and, after asking, came violently while gently dribbling juices onto the floor. The dominatrix grabbed me by the hair, “look at this fucking mess you made, you little whore” while rubbing my face into my own cum on the dirty floor. This was the climax of my humiliation.
(Might continue this or do a sequel if y’all like it. Hope you enjoyed!!)
Source: reddit.com/r/Erotica/comments/oemfe7/a_day_in_the_playroom_public_humiliation_fetish