For the month of April, every day (except Sunday), I’ll be posting a story that has to do with the letter of the day. As my blog is a kinky blog, I will be posting kinky stories. Since the theme of the A-to-Z Challenge blog is gratitude, I thought I would mirror that and have each story relate to gratitude in some way.

H is for Humiliation

This is an odd kink for me. It was an easy one to put on the list, because it’s definitely one I enjoy, but it’s not logical. I think that’s true for a lot of my kinks, but in general, I don’t like being embarrassed (who does?) and I don’t like feeling stupid (again, who does?) but when it’s in a kinky context, it really gets me going! So I’ll try to capture how a submissive might feel being humiliated by her Dom in this story.

The doorbell rings. There are butterflies in my stomach, but when I look down the length of my body, totally nude, I don’t see any butterflies. But I feel them. The doorbell rings again, and I am paralyzed, but I know that if it rings a third time, I am going to be in trouble. I take a deep breath and will my feet to move to the door.

I make it, just before the person on the other side rings a third time. I open the heavy inside door with one hand, balancing a tray of drinks in the other.

There is a moment of hesitation when our guests see my lack of attire, but it is only a moment, and then, they step inside.

“May I offer you a drink, Sir?”

“Yes, thank you,” he says, and he takes one off the tray. I quickly grab the tray with my free hand to keep it balanced.

“Miss?” I offer to the other person. These are not strangers. They are another couple, and I know that he is the Master and she is the submissive, which is why I addressed him first. But tonight, I am the lowest of the low. Everyone at this dinner party will be above me. My collar, tight around my neck, reminds me of that every moment. “Master is right through here in the living room,” I say, and I guide our guests through the doorway.

“Thank you,” he says. The woman gives me a sly smile. I know that she likes seeing someone serve her. Usually, she’s the one doing the serving.

The second couple arrives shortly after, and once everyone has been brought through to the living room, I offer another round of drinks. They are talking and laughing, having a grand time, particularly the three Dominant men in the room. The two submissive women are talking more quietly, but enjoying their “night off,” so to speak.

“Pet, it’s time to serve us dinner,” Master tells me.

“Yes, Sir,” I murmur. Everyone takes a seat at the dining room table, and I serve them, even cutting Master’s meat. The other two submissives cut their own Masters’ meat for them without being asked.

When all five of them are eating, Master says, “You may have your dinner now.”

Master and his four companions are eating steaks, mashed potatoes, green peans, and buttered rolls. I am only allowed the mashed potatoes, served in a bowl, on the floor. I place my bowl in the corner where I know everyone can see me. The butterflies in my stomach are still beating their wings heavily as I lower myself to the ground to eat my dinner, my ass up in the air where everyone can see that my pussy is dripping my arousal down my thighs. I feel like my clit is going to burst, I am so turned on as I bury my face in mashed potatoes and eat like a dog on the floor.

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Come back tomorrow for I is for Infidelity.