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“Dave! Don't be shameless!“ I shouted. Was she planning to undress in front of me? I heard his chuckles, and I knew that he was teasing me on purpose. I uncovered my face and looked at his smiley face. Angrily, I threw the tube in his face. “Do it yourself!“ I shouted and ran away. Still, I could hear his laughter as I ran down the stairs. His jokes were scary at times. I had seen how shameless he was for the few days that we were together. What if he really undressed in front of me? I shook my head. Luckily, I had escaped. I had just reached the bottom of the stairs, when my leg twisted, and I almost fell. “Ah…” I winced and tried holding onto the railings. But just at the same time, Zack w

This was the room in which average joe transformed into a sex slave, he realised, if he was too shy to walk in his gear, or afraid of being arrested, which was also a possibility, he added with a smirk. “What you are about to participate in,” Vixen said to him and there was an absolute seriousness to her tone that impressed itself upon him. “Is called a humiliation training session. It is something that should only be partaken by experienced Dommes and subs, who have an established relationship of trust and respect and only with the agreement of both parties.” “Humiliation play and respect, seem to be mutually exclusive,” Raven commented.

My world fell apart over an encrypted link from the dark web. My husband, Don Marcello, was there on our marriage bed, pounding into another woman. All the top bosses in North America were watching. He held her in his arms, laughing about me. His fragile, naive little trophy wife who could never leave him. Even the live chat was a stream of insults. Calling me the useless wife who couldn't even get her husband into bed. But the worst part? The way he acted when I found out. He grabbed my chin. Told me the whole disgusting betrayal was just "an act to keep our allies happy." He even let his mistress brag about it to every socialite in the city. My humiliation became their afternoon entertain

My knees almost buckled. Not again. I wanted to disappear, to melt into the marble floor and never resurface. But instead, I stood there, trembling and silent, while strangers devoured the spectacle of my humiliation. And I knew, by tonight, the whole world would know me not as the woman who fought for her career, but as the mistress caught in the middle of a scandal. …. Blackwood’s POV The video was impossible to ignore.

I was drowning in humiliation, trying to thrash, but my limbs were completely numb from the drugs. "This lone wolf has a nice bite to him," the politician licked his lips. "A bit wild, though." "But the ones who dropped him off said he's untouched. Nice and clean. He'll taste amazing once his spirit is broken." I felt violently sick. The tears wouldn't stop falling. They looked at me as a toy. As meat. The degradation was worse than death. The footage that followed was too graphic. Vivienne stopped the video. Those filthy photos that later reached Vivienne were taken when they tried to break my mind.

His approval shouldn't have mattered so much, yet it did. The vibrator slammed right back against my swollen, burning clit on the highest frequency, buzzing with an unforgiving, vicious speed, while the leather whip kept hitting my clit over and over in a ruthless, unyielding rhythm. God, a deep wave of shame and raw embarrassment crashed over me… to be bound like this, utterly exposed, weeping from the sting while being driven entirely insane by a machine.

“Isn’t this a shame? I mean, what is the next generation turning into? This girl, I hear, is barely twenty years old, and she's sleeping with her professor?” “Back in my day,” her colleague starts with a scoff, his tone dripping with self-righteousness, “we studied hard for grades instead of sleeping through them. It’s clear she’s merely a fling, look at her…” They display a censored photograph of my bare body on the screen. My heart stops. I feel a surge of nausea so strong I think I might be sick. I've been exposed on national television for millions of people to see. The humiliation is a physical ache, a burning in my gut.

I’ll give you that just so you can suck me off. A young man in a striped shirt approached, placing himself between us. “Respect the girl. Respect women.” Marcelo pushed him violently. “Get out of here, you fucking faggot! Respect? Respect is bullshit! You must have never had pussy in your life! Maria Vitória... Maria Vitória... The humiliations came in waves. And I... I just wanted to disappear. But I didn’t disappear. And the videos started to circulate. The shame spread like poison. Recordings of the scenes, of the speeches. Someone filmed it. And spread it.

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