storyofasub: My most humiliating experience I should have known this was too good to be true.  

storyofasub: My most humiliating experience I should have known this was too good to be true.  He had given me permission to lie on the bed and play with my cunt as much as I wanted while he simply watched.  No restrictions, no beating, no choking… nothing.  It looked like he was finally going to let me cum and I could barely believe it.  Yes, I was grateful, yes I was moving my body in ways I hoped he would enjoy, but, if I’m really honest… I was lost in my own pleasure.  And he knew it. I even thought I’d get away with that, as long as you were entertained in the process… dumb cunt.  I deserved everything that followed. ‘hmm… I think it’s time.’ I confess I barely heard him.  Eyes half shut as though drugged, I was almost on the edge of cumming and did not want to stop. ‘Get up, cunt.  Go and get the enema and bring it to me.’ It was as though he’d both slapped me viciously across the face and doused me in cold water.  I froze, completely motionless with fear.  He made me buy it myself yesterday.  He said that if anyone in the store asked if I needed help, I was to specifically tell them that I needed to buy an enema for Daddy to put in my butt.  It took three different visits to stores before I had the courage to do as instructed, and I was stupid enough to think that was all he would make me endure.  That embarrassing me in front of a stranger would be the end of his cruel joke, and that the enema would just be forgotten.  Daddy’s right, I really am a stupid cunt sometimes. ‘D-daddy, please!  I didn’t actually th-think… I mean… please, I’ll do anyth-‘ ‘Enough.  Did you really think I brought you to this nice fancy hotel so you could lounge around and play with your cunt?  You belong to me.  Your mouth, your cunt, your ass, every part of you is mine to use and hurt and fuck in whatever way I please.  And you will be clean for me.  I was going to let you do it, but since you seem to have forgotten that sluts like you do not get to hold onto whatever little shreds of pride and dignity they think they have left… I will do it myself.  So get the fuck up and bring it to me.  Now.’ I did not speak another word.  I knew that everything he said was true.  In those minutes of selfish pleasure, I had forgotten my place and deserved whatever ‘reminder’ he thought necessary.  This was my own fault.  I deserved this.  I handed him the dreaded little box, eyes downcast and brimming with tears. ‘On all fours.  Ass up.  Good.’ I had never felt more vulnerable, more exposed, as I heard the rustle of cardboard packaging being opened, followed by a small pop as he took the cap off the long tube that was to soon to disappear inside me.  Out of nowhere, the distinctive cold wetness of lube was applied directly to my most secret place… on the end of his finger, I realised, my face flushing with humiliation.  I cried out and very nearly lurched forward as I heard the ominous slush of liquid, and a long, thin nozzle was pushed steadily into my asshole.  But he had anticipated that, because he was already running a hand down my back soothingly, patting my ass and barely stroking my cunt as he cooed gentle words of encouragement.  The way you would soothe a scared, skittish animal. ‘That’s a good little cunt… it’s almost all in now… such a good girl.’ It was like nothing I had ever felt before, like the liquid embodiment of my own humiliation, spreading with a sickening warmth from my very centre and filling my insides.  But I could no longer think of such things; all I could do was tremble as I focused everything on not letting a single drop spill.  Once the bottle was empty, he stood and walked round in front of me. ‘Would you like to know what we’re going to do while we wait?’  He sounded far too cheerful. Pulling my hands from under me so that I fell flat on my face, he flipped me onto my back and pushed his cock into my mouth without warning.  I was most definitely not sucking cock.  He was fucking my mouth so forcefully that I was sure my face would bruise.  I contemplated if he’d think I was pretty with bruises on my face, in a strange detached way, as he punished me.  And then I started to notice it.  The warmth turned to heat.  Heat turned to burning twisting cramps deep inside me.  I needed to go.  I whined and squealed around his cock, drool dripping on the floor. ‘Oh, it’s time already?  You had better ask me nicely then.’ I had no time to be embarrassed.  ‘Please Daddy may I go to the bathroom?  I really gotta go, please!’ The enema was nothing, nothing compared to this… compared to him watching.  I sat gingerly, starting up at him, not daring to ask him to turn away. ‘I thought you said you had to go?  If you don’t, then…’ He almost lifted my entire body into the air and off the toilet seat by my hair and dragged my half way back to the bedroom when I begged him to let me go, said I would do anything he asked, just please, please.  He simply dragged me back to the bathroom and put me back down on the seat.  ‘Wasn’t there something we said would be funny to do?  hmm, what was it, do you remember?  Oh yes, you were going to tell me funny feminist jokes.  Well now seems a good a time as any.  Make me laugh while I watch you, cunt.’ I did not mean to disobey.  My brain had just slowed as I struggled to deal with these new feelings… how the man I wanted to find me beautiful and elegant and attractive was watching me sob as I sat on the toilet, my insides burning from the enema he gave me himself.  I didn’t mean to hesitate… but it was enough.  He slapped me so hard, I almost fell off the seat.  Over and over, unrelenting, merciless slaps that left my face red and on fire. For a slut like me, pain clarifies.  I spoke instantly.  ’Women deserve equal rights as men… except we’re dumb cunts.  Women are just as intelligent as men…. except we’re dumb cunts.’  He laughed as I pushed out everything he had injected inside me, face burning with shame and streaked with tears as he simply stood in the doorway and watched, amused. ‘Now wipe.’ I had never been so utterly humiliated in my entire life.  Yet. ‘Are you clean yet?  Get up, I’ll decide.’  This moment was very nearly my breaking point. ‘Spread.’  Sobbing openly now, tears falling onto my chest, legs barely able to keep me upright, I spread my ass open for his inspection. ‘…not quite.’  OK, this was the most humiliated I had ever been in my entire life.  I slumped back onto the toilet, broken, and did as he asked with no complaints, no whining or arguing or pleading.  He had done it, broken me of whatever false dignity I thought I had left.  This man had seen me more degraded than anyone has ever, or will ever, see me. ‘Oh look, you managed to wipe everything this time round, good girl!  I think it’s time for Daddy to fuck that little ass now, don’t you?’ The utter humiliation of having someone watch you and then inspect you after an enema…one of the worst things I can imagine. I’d be frozen with humiliation. This would be an excellent thing to do to me if you really wanted to be mean and make me intensely uncomfortable. I’d hate it. -- source link

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