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The Domination of Samantha
Since the age of 13, I have always had feelings of submissiveness. I don’t know how I got these feelings or where they came from. All I know is that I always got sexually aroused with the thoughts of being dominated. I don’t mean simply being controlled. I mean being totally controlled. Humiliation was probably one of my biggest turn-ons. I always found myself getting wet when I would watch a movie where a girl was being tied up or raped or controlled.
I grew up in a normal household. My parents were very well off. My father was a lawyer and my mother was his assistant. I didn’t see them as much as I wanted to, but they always made sure I was well taken care of. I grew up with two older brothers. One was 8 years older than me and the other was 5 years older than me. I was the baby of the family.
My brothers were the ones that pretty much took care of me and brought me up. Both of them were really good looking guys and had girls over constantly. I was always really shy with boys. I think the reason for that was because my brothers always made fun of me or made me feel like I was a gross pig.
I wasn’t fat, in fact I was a little underweight all my life and as I bloomed into a young teen, I realized my breasts were developing a lot faster than most of the other girls in my class. I got teased about it a lot by the boys in my school, which made things even worse. I never had any friends, as all the girls hated me because I actually had an attractive figure. The boys and my brothers teased me so much that I never took anyone serious when they would ask me out on a date. So I normally turned them down thinking that they were only teasing me more.
So as a loner, I became my own best friend. I entertained myself. I did a lot of writing and reading. And when I would get sexually aroused, I would dominate myself. I mean, what could a boy give me that I couldn’t give myself? I knew which spots to touch, I knew when to slow down, and I knew how to make myself orgasm. I could dominate myself creating voices in my head encouraging me to do things to myself a normal person wouldn’t do.
The first time I did this to myself, it was in the middle of summer vacation. I was lying in bed touching myself and rubbing my mound like it was going out of style. I realized right before I was about to release my orgasm, that what I was doing every night was pretty frickin’ boring. So that was when I created the voices in my head.
Stop fucking yourself, you don’t deserve it bitch.
I immediately stopped what I was doing. Then, like a crazy schitzo, I lied there wondering how I could make this more exciting and less boring. Then the voices started their domination.
My brothers were in the living room entertaining guests. They were having a party of around 20 people from their school, most of which were girls, of course. I was left in my room so I didn’t get in the way.
Put on a bra and panties. The voice was clear in my head and I knew I wanted to do what they said. It was a strong, rough voice of a man I imagined would be tall and strong. So I got up out of bed. The clock on the wall said it was midnight exactly. I put on a pair of my red, silky panties that weren’t really sexy. They covered my butt and my sex, and a normal looking bra. The wetness of my sex was soaking through the silk of the panties.
Rub your clit and make it stain the panties with your thick slut goo.
I rubbed and right before I was about to orgasm I was interrupted by the voice again.
STOP! Now this is what you have to do. You have no choice in this. You will now walk out. You will go through the party in your underwear. You will be touching your pussy but you will not be rubbing it. You will go to the kitchen and you will grab two carrots, two sodas, a piece of bread, and two hot dogs. I felt the juices starting to flow again and the tingle in my pussy was causing a light cramp in my belly.
“I don’t think I can do it.” I said out loud to nobody.
You can and you will. You are now a true slut. You will be the slut of the town. The only thing you will know will be to obey. You will be humiliated and dominated all your life. Now, since no decent boy will do that for you, I will be doing these things to you until you find one that will. Now you will do what I say, or you will be punished.
Really, how was a simple voice going to punish me? It was a voice inside my head and it couldn’t harm me.
Yes, but I am in your brain and I can control your every move. Now go to your closet and get a wire hanger. For some reason, I couldn’t help myself. So I did it.
Lie down on the floor and lift your legs up over your head so your feet are by your ears. I did as told.
Now, give yourself 20 spankings for arguing with your Master. Do it as hard as you can. I started whipping myself, but I was holding back. I was afraid to hurt myself too bad.
COME ON! That is not as hard as you can. I know you. I am you. I know what your hardest is. Do it now. I cannot explain the excitement I was feeling at this point. The sexual juices were forming a mucus stain in the front of my panties.
Now, start over and do it right. I whipped myself really hard 20 times. I couldn’t believe what I was doing to myself. It really did hurt and by the end, I was teary-eyed and sniffling.
Now are you ready to do what I asked?
“I cant. I’ll get in trouble with Brian and Lucas.”
Do you want me to double your punishment to 40 more lashes?
“No, Sir I don’t. But what if I get in trouble?”
What’s the worst that could happen? They tease you more than they already do? They will tell mommy and daddy who don’t give a shit what happens around here? You get grounded and cant talk to your friends? What friends do you have? Now, just do it and show all those people the submissive whore you are.
He was right. What did I have to lose? It was something that would excite me. Still, I was extremely nervous. I gathered all my courage, took a deep breath and opened the door. I felt the breeze brush against my half-naked body and the music and voices seemed a lot louder than it should have. I took a quick look in the full-length mirror and saw the stain in the front of my panties. I covered it with my hand. My butt was striped with hanger prints in a bright pink and a couple of welts protruded from my skin.
I took a deep breath and took my first step out. I quickly started shaking. I couldn’t believe I was going through with this. I peaked around the corner into the living room and saw all the people dancing and laughing and having a great time. Brian was passed out on the couch with a girl leaning up against him, also passed out. Lucas was nowhere to be found. I could feel my face burning a bright red as I started to walk swiftly into the room.
Slow down, whore, let the drunks see you and admire you unless you want 60 lashes. I slowed down. I was actually doing it. I was showing my body to everyone there and touching my stained spot as I walked through.
I wasn’t in the room for more than 10 seconds when I heard a male voice.
“Hey, look, it’s Sam.” It was Derek, Brian’s best friend. He walked over to me. I could feel all eyes on my body. I was exposing my body to everyone there and I couldn’t do anything about it now that I had already started.
“What the fuck are you doing little girl?”
I blushed in embarrassment. “I’m just getting some food to take to my room.” My voice was shaking more than my body was.
“Did you know you are in your underwear?” Derek had that drunken smile on his face.
I looked at him as I walked holding my pussy like it was about to fall off.
“Yes, I am aware of that.” I blushed and continued walking wanting to get it over with.
“Why are you in your underwear with all these people around.” I heard a whistle from the back of the room. I wanted to turn around but the voices told me not to. It was better to not know who I turn on. I searched my brain for an answer.
“Because I live here too and I like being in my underwear. If Brian or Lucas has a problem with it, they can talk to my parents about it. Maybe they will find out who all was here and you will all be banned from here forever.”
Derek stood back in confusion and defeat. This was the party house. There was a party here every other day. Our parents were always gone. They were either on vacation or on a business trip. If my parents found out, they would hire someone to care for us. That would be the end of the parties.
My response was pretty clever. Derek just stood back and let me be. I could still feel all eyes on me. From my peripherals I could see almost every eye on my nakedness. It was my half-nakedness to be exact.
It seemed like forever before I reached the fridge. I bent over and grabbed two carrots, two hotdogs, and two sodas. I closed the fridge. Derek was standing right on the other side.
“What happened to your ass, Sam?” His face turned to an evil grin.
Be honest, or it will be 50 lashes.
“I whipped myself and it left marks.” I almost threw up from the answer.
“Why would you do that to yourself?”
I just shrugged my shoulders.
“No really, do you like spanking yourself?”
Be honest!
“Yes, I like it, ok? It’s really none of your business. Leave me alone.”
Derek held his hands up in the air and backed off about six feet. His eyes scaled me up and down. Checking out my body. His eyes got fixated on my wet spot in front of my panties.
“What the fuck is that?” He pointed directly at my mound.
I rolled my eyes at him. “What do you think it is?” I couldn’t believe I said that.
“You get off on this shit, don’t you?” He licked his lips.
I just ignored him and grabbed two slices of bread. I realized quickly that I wouldn’t be able to hide my juices on the way back to my room, but that was ok. The humiliation was getting easier by the second.
“I never realized what a hot little girl you’ve become.” I could feel Derek undress me with his eyes. I felt fully exposed to him.
I didn’t respond to him.
Put one slice of bread inside your panties in the front and right over your pussy. Put the other slice between your butt-cheeks. Put the hotdogs in your mouth. Put the carrots in you armpits. And walk back to your room with the cokes on your nipple through your bra.
Again, I took a deep breath and pulled my panties out to allow room to put the bread in. I could see that the juices had found themselves to the bush that had formed over the past year. It looked like my bush was soaked. I placed the bread in the panties and felt it squish against my clit and pussy hole. It was soaking up the sex liquid quickly.
I reached behind and pulled the panties out again to put the other piece of bread. Derek stood there drooling. I reached back and forced the bread between my butt cheeks and closed the panties. I got the two carrots and placed them, pointing down, under my armpits. They were almost completely hidden by my arms. I then put the two hotdogs in my mouth making sure I didn’t bite down and eat them before the voices told me to. I picked up the two ice-cold cokes and pressed them on my nipples feeling them immediately harden and ice up.
I started walking to my room when Derek reached over and grabbed my ass. I turned around and kicked him dead in the balls. He hunched over and winced in pain as he fell hard on the floor. I leaned close to him, pulled the hotdogs out of my mouth and whispered in his ear.
“Leave me the fuck alone.” I put the dogs back in my mouth and I walked away. On the way to my room, I made sure I kept the cokes over my nipples. The carrots were fully exposed under my thin elbows.
“Yeah, baby!” “Woo Hoo!” “Nice show, Sam!” “Nice ass, bitch.” “Want some of this?” These were all things I heard on my way back to my room. I ignored all the comments and walked right by. What a real slut I must have looked like. I could feel the tingle in my belly grow every second I was out there. I was surprised I didn’t orgasm from all the attention. The bread between my legs was getting a little soggy.
Finally, I made it back into my room and locked the door behind me. I heard a knock immediately after. A male voice came through the door.
“Hey, come back out! I will make you feel real good.”
“Leave me alone! I just want to be left alone!” I threatened to call the cops if they didn’t leave me alone. The rest of the night, I was left alone in my room, but I knew that I was the talk of the party as I could hear all the kids mention my name time and again. I just stayed quiet and let them. The attention excited me. It made me feel sexy and slutty at the same time. The humiliation was intense. It was something I would never have done on my own.
Take the bread out of your panties. Both slices, and put them on your desk as well as the cokes. I did as told pulling out the soggy bread from the front and the squished bread from my ass.
Put the carrot on the floor and stand on them. I did it and felt the slight pain of standing on the hard shafts.
Now, put both hotdogs inside of your pussy and make sure they go all the way in. it was a good thing the hotdogs were thin. Even at that, it wasn’t easy getting them into my virgin pussy.
Strip slut. I did as told. Put those soaked panties in your mouth. Stuff them all the way in. Taste your slut fluids.
Now assume the whipping position, you are going to get punished for kicking Derek when he gave you such warm affection to your ass. I assumed the position and took the hanger in my hand. My ass was still a little sore from before, but the voices were right. If I wanted to become a humiliation slut, I shouldn’t deny anybody their right to touch me.
I whipped myself 20 times, again making me tear up as I finished. I felt the welts deepen as I rubbed my butt softly.
Strip slut. I took off my underwear and tossed them in the corner. From now on, when you are in your room alone, you will strip and kneel. You will crawl everywhere you want to go in your room. Your place is the floor and your knees will become your feet. The voices were really starting to take over my mind. For some reason I couldn’t deny them.
Pull the dogs out of your cunt and put them on the soggy pieces of bread. Then you will put one carrot in your pussy, fat end first, and the other one in your ass, fat end first. Push them as far in as they will go without causing too much pain.
I did as the voices said. I pulled out the dogs and placed them on the soggy sex-soaked bread and winced as I slowly pushed the carrots in my holes. The one in my ass seemed a lot harder to handle.
A real slut thinks about sex constantly. Her holes should be plugged almost constantly and whenever possible. Her mouth should be available at all times. Her job is to tease and to please. This is who you are and what you like to be.
I felt like a twisted little sick girl who belonged in an insane asylum. How crazy am I? How could I do this not only to myself, to my reputation? What reputation? I am a loner. I have no friends. I really had nothing to lose. What the hell? Why shouldn’t I give myself up to my voices? I like the way they make me feel inside.
Grab the hotdogs and a soda. In one big drink, you will chug half that can of soda. The suds burned the hell out of the back of my throat, and I got tears from the pain it caused. But at least I did it.
“Damn, that hurt.” I said hoarsely. The voice laughed.
This is to train your throat for pain. Later on in life you will be using that throat to suck off large men. By then, your throat will have the ability to take them all the way down. Now kneel in front of the mirror and eat your hotdogs. After every bite, you will say these words. “I am a total whore and slut.” You will get 20 lashes every time you fail to do so.
I ate the sex soaked hotdogs. It was foul. It tasted salty. It was slippery with mucus from my own pussy. I have always hated the way my juices smelled. And now I was being forced to taste them too? Yuck!
Get used to that taste, whore, as you will be eating almost all of your food from your ass and pussy. You will learn to accept that taste. The purpose of this exercise is to get you used to tasting your own sex for when a man uses your pussy and ass and then uses your mouth. Most women gag at their own flavor. A true slut like you wont.
I had to admit, all this talk was getting me very excited. I believed I was the only girl in the entire world who believed this. I was alone. I had nobody and I was crazy. But I couldn’t help it. These feelings were overwhelming.
When I finished the hotdogs, I could still taste the sex in my mouth. I was grossed out, but figured I would eventually get used to it.
Now, eat the carrots. Its almost time for bed.
I ate the carrot from my pussy first. Same bad taste as the hotdog only I was able to taste my juices more than the food. Grossed out, I pulled out the carrot from my ass. I looked at it as shit stains marked the thicker end and halfway down.
“I… I cant do it, Sir.” I gagged.
Plug your nose and eat that fucking carrot, or you will get 100 lashes before bed!
I plugged my nose but gagged with every bite at just the thought of eating some of my own shit. It even came up a little bit.
You better hold it in, bitch. Remember, this is just part of your training. You can do it. You know you can.
I did it. I actually did it.
Now, it’s time for bed. Tonight, because it is your first night as a true slut slave, you will pull the blankets off the bed and sleep on this hard wood floor all night. You will NOT masturbate until I tell you to. You will not even touch yourself until you are told to. You will sleep on the floor because that is your place. Low to the ground is where you belong as that is your status as a slave slut.
Tomorrow, you will wake up and shave that hairy ass pussy and ass. A true slave hides behind no hair. You will shave three times a week every hair under your face. This includes your arms, armpits, body, ass, pussy, legs, and toes. You will be completely hairless like a real slut should be.
With that said, I went to sleep beside my bed like an animal. I didn’t sleep well thinking about how excited I was at the night’s events.
This was the beginning of my self-domination. Later in my life, I did find a Master, but that is for later chapters. Keep reading about the life of Samantha. This is only the beginning of a long story about a humiliation sluts journey into a lifestyle only a few people find in their lives.
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