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Willing, consensual humiliation - mm4w, Part 2 Hey y'all, so here is the next installment of what I had voluntarily, willingly, consciously agreed to experience, not knowing what to expect, but totally excited about all of the possibilities. Like I mentioned in my last blog, about 2 days after I had sent in my sexy pics and the contact info for the two close male friends I know, as well as my own Dad, I started to get emails from what I still believed was the group of men behind the ad that I had responded to asking to be humiliated. Now remember, the rules for my experience were very specific. If I wanted to experience fully consensual humiliation, I had to provide sexy pics and contact info for men who I wouldn't mind getting those pics and knowing more about this side of me. But once I provided the pics and contact info, I wouldn't be in control any more as far as if they are provided to them, when they are provided to them and what is provided to them. I would have to go about my life not knowing who knows what which is exactly what I wanted to feel, exposed but not in control. So the first emails I get from the group of men I believe are behind the ad, they tell me my personal email address and my full name. I am surprised, impressed, and in shock bc I can't believe they got that personal info about me so quickly. My mind is racing bc I don't know who they got all of it from. Naturally, I assume its from one or both of my two male friends who probably gave up my info in order to see more sexy pics of me, but I really have no idea and I know any question I ask isn't going to be answered. All I know is that someone has probably seen my pics and has given up my personal info. My head is spinning bc I can't figure out what is going on but I am 100% sure its my two male friends. I just don't know how much they have seen of me at that point and what they are thinking about me agreeing to do something like this. I have no choice but to go on about my life as usual, not knowing, as what I believe is still a group of men are working behind the scenes to guarantee my humiliation. Two days after I send them my pics, I already have plans to go out with friends to eat and both of the guys I provided contact info for are going to be there, just like usual since we usually go out with about 6 or 7 of us. I am so fucking nervous bc both of them will be coming to my house to pick me up just like usual and they haven't said anything and I haven't asked anything bc I am too nervous. If I ask something and they don't know what I am talking about, I will be super embarrassed in front of them. But if I ask something and they do know, they probably aren't going to say anything and just make me think they don't know what I am talking about. And what if I ask something and they do know, and then they might humiliate me even further at that point and I don't know if I would be ready for it right then. I honestly didn't know what to do or even what to wear bc if they had seen all of me and had read my private confessions to them, maybe they already had plans for me and if so, I wanted to be ready. But at the same time, if they didn't know, then they would probably wonder why I was dressing differently when we were all just going out to eat like any other time. When they arrive at my house, my Dad is there and my two friends come inside just like usual, making small talk with my Dad and I am just standing there in silence bc I have no idea who knows what. One friend, two friends, my Dad, all of them? I mean these are guys that my Dad knows are my friends and probably never suspects I have interest in fucking them, but just two days earlier I made everything available to strangers I met online and now I have no idea who knows very very private stuff about me. I know I am ready for them both to fuck me, but I just don't know for sure if they are even interested in me that way or if they know that I am completely ready for them. I have no idea, but they all act like nothing is any different but the group behind the ad has already shown me that they have my name and email so somebody knows something. I was 100% sure it wasn't my Dad and that either or both of my friends knew stuff and already had plans for me for that night. I left the house with both of them and got in their car and thought my Dad doesn't have a clue about what I have signed up for. I didn't talk much on the ride and I just knew we were going to head to one of their places for sex, but we didn't. We ended up going straight to the restaurant where everybody else was waiting for us. I thought damn, they are really doing a good job of keeping this a secret and fucking with me and they are really going to make me squirm I guess. I mean are they really going to make me sit through the entire dinner not knowing who knows what and then afterwards take me back to their place to double team me? I was so excited and nervous and turned on right then I could barely contain it inside of me, but I had to play along as best as I could. So I am sitting at dinner with the two of them, a couple other girls and a couple other guys and I get a message from the men behind the ad. I tell them that I am at dinner with both of my friends right then and that I cannot stand it. I don't know anything. I don't know if they know or not or how much or anything and its driving me crazy. They ask me if I want to know. I type back so quickly, "NOOOO." I knew they wouldn't tell me even if I wanted to know, but I didn't want them to give me any clues at all. I wanted them to keep me exactly like they already had me. I felt so paralyzed at that moment like I couldn’t do anything, like I was bound, restricted and whatever was going to happen, I had no control of it at all. I felt so amazing sitting there across from two guys who I was convinced had seen everything and had read everything and even though I was amongst others and completely dressed, I felt so completely exposed and humiliated. I felt like I wasn't in control at all, and I loved how it made me feel inside. I was wearing panties at the time and I'm sure when I told the men that I didn't want to know anything and wanted them to keep me just the way I was, I am sure some of my juices leaked out of me bc I honestly wanted that feeling to continue. They reminded me that that is what I am supposed to be feeling, not being in control but definitely being exposed and I knew they were right. I wasn't in control and I was definitely exposed, but I wasn't sure to whom or how much. The men behind the ad's next message to me was much more direct, "do you want more?" When I read that, I could barely manage to focus because my fingers were so shaky as I typed back to them underneath the table. "YES PLEASE." I felt so good at that moment, I don't know what else they could do to me from a distance, but whatever they could do to my head and my body, I wanted to feel it. As I am sitting there trying to eat and make conversation with everybody and not give myself away, the men behind the ad tell me that bc I want more, I have to complete my first blackmail test the next morning. They tell me that the next morning, I have to ensure that my own Dad sees me wearing a very small panty, thong or G-string. They remind me that they have his text number and if they check with him and I haven't done it, they will know and he will then know everything that's going on. At that point I knew he didn't know anything and I was beginning to have regrets about giving up his number to total strangers, but I agreed to what the men asked bc it sounded like a simple tease and besides I was super horny at the time and was willing to agree to anything for that feeling inside of me to continue. My Dad had seen my underwear plenty of times, but had never seen me wearing it, only in the dirty clothes pile or while he was doing our laundry. I agreed to the challenge hoping to please the men behind the ad and hoping my Dad wouldn't find out anymore. I knew that if I didn't agree to it, then whatever hadn't yet been provided to my male friends was probably going to be sent while they were right there across from me at dinner and that would be devastating. So the whole rest of the evening, I am pretty quiet, watching my two male friends for any sign that gives away what they know, but I never got any sign. I stayed very quiet and wanted to ask but didn’t at the same time. I could feel them checking me out more than normal but didn’t know what they knew or had seen but it also was kind of exciting. And at the same time I am thinking about what I want to wear in front of my Dad to make sure he has a clear view of me. The men had made it very clear to me and I understood fully, that up top I could be wearing anything, pajama top, t-shirt, tank top, bra, whatever, but from the waist down the only thing I was allowed to wear was the skimpy panty, thong or G-string. No shorts, no pajama bottoms, not even socks. Just one small article of clothing on from the waist down and my skin had to be visible on all sides meaning I wasn't allowed to wear a long t-shirt with just my butt hanging out. My mind was thinking about what was in store for me later with my friends as well as trying to decide the perfect thong for my Dad to see me in. After dinner, I just rode home with my two male friends and they dropped me off at my house just like usual. They barely walked me to the door and my Dad wasn't even at home so they could have come inside and we could have definitely messed around. I was confused as fuck bc they didn't say anything, they didn't hint at anything, they didn't try anything. I thought, wtf? Are they not in to me? Did they not see me that way? Have they not seen everything and read everything? Did they not like what they saw? WTF is going on? I hated that feeling and loved that feeling all at the same time if that is possible to believe. I felt like I really wasn't in control at all which is what I was hoping for. I had made it through my first encounter with just the two of them and had survived but I was going absolutely crazy. I ended up hearing from the men behind the ad around midnight that night and they asked me how I was doing and I told them I was so excited, so turned on and was loving all of what they were doing to me. I told them that I had picked a bright pink thong that was really sexy for my Dad to see me in the next morning. The next day after a restless night of not knowing what was going on and not being satisfied sexually, I got up around 9 or so to discover my Dad was still at home. The night before it had snowed in SA which is very rare, but it happens every 5 years or so. I don't leave my room, but take off the shirt I slept in so I am walking around my room topless. I go through my drawers to find a white tank top and pull that over my head and down. Its pretty clingy and hugs my body nicely so it leaves all of my curves completely visible even though I'm covered up. The shoulder straps are pretty narrow which leaves a lot of my side boobs visible even though my boobs were still covered. It was also short enough that left my belly exposed which I had to choose something that left enough skin above my thong visible. Once I had that on, I pulled down my pajama bottoms, I had slept commando so I just piled them in the dirty clothes and went to my panty drawer to find my hot pink thong. I pulled it out and held it up. It is pretty small and stretchy and I pulled it up my feet and legs to around my waist. It fits me super snug because of the stretchiness of it and even though it covers me in front, it leaves very little to the imagination because of the material. Its also kind of narrow in front so when it goes between my legs, it doesn't provide 100% coverage of my crotch, but mainly just wide enough to cover my slit from the top to where it disappears between my legs. If you were to look at me down there you would definitely see skin between my legs and where the thong starts, but I was all shaved down there from the night before so it just looked like my legs and not obviously the outside edges of my smooth pussy. I checked myself in the mirror, just the tight white tank top over my boobs and the hot pink thong from the waist down. Nothing else. I turned to check myself from behind and the back of the thong disappears between my ass cheeks right at the top so nothing at all was covering my ass from behind. I knew at any moment the men behind the ad could text my Dad and ask if I had shown myself to him and I really didn't want to deal with him wondering what was going on and telling them I hadn't. I was definitely nervous and didn't want to do it, but then I just said screw it and walked out of my room like that toward where he was seated at the kitchen table. I walked right past him, not saying a word, totally proud of myself, confident in my all natural body and my sexiness. I knew that once I was past him and in the kitchen he would get a very clear view of my ass and I wouldn't even be looking at him. I felt very embarrassed at first not seeing his face but hoping he was looking at me wearing a thong that other guys have seen me in. A thong that I have taken off for other guys to show them what's underneath. A thong that I have had removed from me by guys who wanted to get to what I had underneath. And sometimes yanked off of me when I’ve wanted to be taken roughly. I didn't wag my tail at him as I stood pretending to look for breakfast in the refrigerator, but I wanted to make sure he got a nice clear look at me from behind for a decent amount of time. Then while I was pretending to be looking for something to eat he asked, "hey what did y'all think of that snow last night?" I was so startled that I almost spilled whatever I was reaching for, but I was also turned on bc I knew he had seen me and was paying attention to me. I grabbed what I wanted out of our refrigerator and actually turned around and walked toward him in just my tank top and pink thong. I said something like "yeah, that was crazy, it took us forever to drive home." Even though I had been nervous at first before I stepped out of my room, when he was making conversation with me, I didn’t mind being dressed like that in front of him and after awhile it actually felt good to walk around like that. I could have taken a seat at the table across from him but what fun would that be? I ended up putting my drink and breakfast down on our center island and kind of just backing myself up against it so I could stand in front of him. I would have given anything to know what he was thinking at that moment seeing his own standing in front of him in just a white tank top and tiny bright pink thong. I mean it wasn't like I was standing naked in front of him, but it was pretty damn close. When we were talking I'd keep my eyes on his eyes to see where he was looking. I wanted to see if he would ever break eye contact with me and look down at my body that I was obviously not shy about showing. Then every couple moments I would turn to face my drink and breakfast to give him a chance if he wanted to look, I wouldn't catch him. I never caught him looking at my body which would have been so embarrassing for both of us if I did. The whole exchange between him at the table and me standing in front of him was only a couple of minutes before he got up and said he needed to get going. In all honesty, I loved every minute of it. I felt good inside and all over. Like I wasn't hiding anything from him, which as his , I know I shouldn't have to hide anything from him. He could clearly see that I do wear the thongs and skimpy panties that he has washed in the laundry. He could clearly see what they look like on my body and they don't cover very much at all in front and don't cover anything from behind. He could see that my nipples do get hard, rock hard like little pebbles and they poke straight out under whatever I am wearing and even if I want them to soften and go back down, I can't get them to do that. They just stay pointed out and I have to deal with it especially if I'm wearing just a tight tank top bc there is no where to hide them. It should have been obvious to him that I am very comfortable with my body and my sexiness and not ashamed of it at all and not ashamed to hide it from him. I told him I needed to get going to and he said he was glad my friends brought me home safely last night. That was awesome to hear bc even though he wanted me returned safely, he had no idea that I had wanted my two guy friends to wreck me before bringing me back home. What did I want from that whole experience? Well I wanted to please the men behind the ad bc they had blackmailed me for the first time in to doing it, so I wanted to do it for them bc I knew that would please them. I wanted to tease my Dad for sure. I mean I had honestly given up sexy pics and sexy emails and his contact info so I had already decided I was fine with him knowing more about this side of me. But what I really really wanted was his humiliation. I mean it was just me facing him. Just the two of us. I didn't want him to hold back on what he thought about me and what I was doing. I mean I am standing there showing him I wear tiny tight Victoria's Secret thongs to cover my pussy. Judge me. Tell me that I look like a slut and dress like a slut. Ask me why I wear those when they don't cover anything at all? Tell me you can see everything so why hide it? Ask me very direct, very personal, very probing questions that every Dad should want to know about their own . Ask me directly if I am having sex with guys? When did I start? How many have been inside of my body? What do I do to them? What do they do to me? Interrogate me and don't let me escape until I answer everything honestly so that you know, and I no longer have to hide it and I can no longer deny being your slutty . Well that didn't happen. He was very fatherly and polite and just kind of accepted the fact that I was standing there casually eating my breakfast in front of him without hiding much of myself. I had never felt like that before in front of anyone but I felt that way again when I danced topless for the first time at the gentleman's club. Those men, I knew didn't view me as someone's , someone's little girl. They viewed me from the neck down as an object. They were focused on the body that I was willingly showing them. My Dad wasn't looking at me from the neck down. He was viewing me as his and little girl and I was showing him that I have grown up and that I know I have a body that is very appealing to lots of men. And I like it. So after that, my day was pretty quiet. I had done what I had been blackmailed in to doing. My mistake was that I didn't tell the men behind the ad that I had done it. I would soon learn that when what you believe is a group of men is waiting to hear from you and confirm that you've showed yourself to your Dad and you don't say anything, they are disappointed in you and aren't satisfied with you. I didn't think about the fact that there was a group of men somewhere waiting to jerk their cocks off to what I had done and I had let them down. My bad. Don't worry though, the men behind the ad knew. And you know how they knew. I didn't know at the time, but they knew. They were definitely satisfied and now had even something more to work with. There was definitely more to be done to me since that first test was only showing my ass and I didn't hesitate to complete it. I had basically asked for them to humiliate and punish me more and didn't even realize it.  |
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Great little story, Vennie. You're quite a writer. I have a daughter who is a real knockout. Our relationship is somewhat different from yours with your Dad, though. Whenever her sexual misadventures get out of hand, or even if they are under control but she wants to try something legitimate but sexy and possibly embarrassing, she knows she can talk to me and that I have her back. It's interesting to see a relationship between a Dad and daughter in which the daughter doesn't feel that she can tell her Dad what is really going on in her sex life.
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Beautiful ass, cute freckle, beautiful slave girl! With an ass like yours, you should go commando, or just wear the tiniest G-strings you can find! Show yourself, you love it! Great story! BTW, I have been in SA twice when it snowed! Clearly could see the flakes, but it didn't stick! Serve me!! It is what you crave! jdxafn at hot....
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more please
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Great story! You do have a very fine ass! It needs color! Love to turn it red for you! Serve me!! It is what you crave! jdxafn at hot....
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Great story! You do have a very fine ass! It needs color! Love to turn it red for you! Serve me!! It is what you crave! jdxafn at hot....
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Oh my. willingvanessa replies on 9/30/2019 9:40 pm: That sounds especially hot. You wouldn't have to take my clothes. You just tell me to take them off and where to put them and I put them there. Then you give me a lock so I can lock them away until you unlock them for me. I stay naked until you decide I get my clothes back. If I don't, then so be it. I'm perfectly fine with that. I'll probably start to whimper and tear up after a hundred or so but I know you won't be done with me and will really just be starting. You could have all your implements laid out on your coffee table and make me choose my own punishment. That would be even more humiliating for me I think. We won't be done until you say we're done. I don't want any choice in the matter. Then its picture time bc phones today make that so easy. And preferably a video for me to talk about how I am feeling so everyone we share it with will know that I wanted it and needed it. Can't wait. That sounds incredibly hot! Are you still into that stuff? I hunger to read some of your present adventures, but restrain myself to go step by step. Read THREE of your stories today, each made me cum....  not often did I have that in recent years. Also; I am quite able to follow your writing, even if it is a bit messed up, but I think redundancy only adds to the juice. I love it. Also, it is YOUR blog, write it as you want it, not as someone else asks you to! When you come to a fork in the road, take it. __Yogi Berra
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