P01E16

Her mutterings turned into a vague sobbing, intertwined with a scarcely recognizable “please” here and there, but it sounded more like a ritual, not a deliberate plea to change a decision. She knew the issue had been decided upon already, and nothing in the world would change it.

There was still this different issue at hand though… her ass sticking up to me in this hugely appealing way, wiggling a bit on the rhythm of her sobs; and my dick insisted that he would certainly appreciate some further action.

When I told Howard about this, he said: “Yeah, that’s the downside of a decision like that. By denying her, you are also denying yourself. Fortunately, we have some very good solutions for that. For example, we just denied her the fuck, right? There’s nothing against taking a blow job from her though. If you actually want to shoot in her, that would be the way to go. She’s a good blower, I can really recommend her mouth to you, you’ll shoot a big load down her throat. “

He looked at her with a little chuckle, then added: “But there are different possibilities as well, you know. We didn’t really discuss humiliation yet, did we? “

“No, we didn’t… what does it have to do with this? “

“Just as a sub needs her wishes to be turned down frequently, there’s something else that will confirm her submission to her mind in a powerful way. She needs to be humiliated. Have you ever been humiliated, Jason? “

I thought for a minute, then said: “Yes, I was. It was in the first year of high school. A bunch of guys had taken my clothes from the dressing room after gym, when I was in the shower. They laughed and shouted, challenging me to run after them; but if I would do that, I’d have to leave the dressing room and go into the main school building without any clothes on. I blocked up, I just sat down and blushed and hid my face in my hands, as the boys danced and cheered around me. It was one of the worst days of my life. “

“So, think. What was it like, exactly? What was so terrible about it? “

I was silent for a minute, trying to bring that day back into my mind, then replied: “It was like… you know, I had always felt equal to the other boys. We were classmates, with everyone at the same level. But when I sat there in that dressing room, it suddenly didn’t feel like that at all anymore. They were looking down on me, laughing at my expense, putting me below themselves. “

“Exactly, Jason, “ Howard nodded, “That’s what humiliation is all about. You’re being pushed down, your honor is diminished, your dignity in your social circle ruined. To us, that’s a horrible feeling, right? “

I nodded silently. It was not a day I enjoyed remembering.

Then Howard pointed to the ass, rising up between us. “But now, look at it from a slut’s perspective. What does submission mean?”

For a second the question threw me off-balance, then I suddenly understood what he meant: “Yes. The diminishment of dignity is just what she wants. “

“Well, it’s not quite as simple as that… but basically, yes. Her disgrace feels genuine and righteous to her, the feeling of being put down by her man is comforting, it reassures her of her place in the world. Now make no mistake, that doesn’t mean that it doesn’t hurt in the moment. The sinking feeling of the humiliation, as if the ground was dropping away from under your feet, it is still there; and it devours and submerges her, just like it would do to us. But at the same time, it feels like it is natural, the helplessness and vulnerability of the shame are a confirmation of her basic worldview, that she is truly an inferior. And in that way, yes it feels good, and yes, she craves for it. It appeals to a very cardinal view of herself: that her only value and purpose must be, and can only be derived from, providing pleasure and servitude to her man. “

I had to ponder this again; it felt as if yet another piece of foundational insight had been presented to me. The more he told me, the more I liked this foundation, the fundamental principle of inequality, and the whole complex superstructure built upon it. It was not just about being in charge; that was just the outer appearance. The real root was the mutual consciousness of disparity, rejecting the predominant dogma of our age that all men and women should be equals. They weren’t; and once you accepted that, appreciating the roles to be played and the comfort and joy of accepting them, the simplicity and pleasure of life followed naturally from them, unburdened by artificial social constructs of political correctness. I knew I had only skimmed the surface of all the unlocked possibilities, but once the basic premise was recognized, all else would just follow.

Howard gave me some time for consideration. He had taken a light crop, and started lightly slapping Marcy’s ass with it. Nothing harsh or severe, just a continuous tap which seemed to have no other purpose than reminding her of her position. Then he continued: “Humiliation is a smothering thing, you know. Every individual act of humiliation takes some time to sink in, the time that it is actually felt as a degradation, the time it takes for the diminishment to complete. For example, can you imagine the first time I told her to take this position for me, on the coffee table, exposing herself for the mere pleasure of my eyes, and announcing that I would just need to utter the word “lily”, and she would assume it again? Of course it was humiliating, I remember the color of her blush vividly. But just a few days later, repeating it a few times, it had become a part of her default behavior. It wasn’t humiliating anymore; it had just become part of her routine. And as it did, it opened the road to different, deeper humiliations… you see, when you are on top of a mountain and you jump down, you’re likely to break your limbs or even kill yourself. But when you walk down the slope, step by step, you can enjoy the walk into the lush valley below. That’s how this works. You don’t disgrace her all at once, you do it gradually, so each step remains manageable for her; but when you put them all together, the debasement is enormous. “

As Howard spoke, Marcy hadn’t said a word, but I had noticed how her breathing had become heavier; and I thought I knew why: “And… by now you have come to a next step, right? By discussing the very nature of her humiliation, in her presence, that is actually a next step in her humiliation? “

Howard smiled broadly: “A very keen observation. Indeed, it is. I’m not just taking steps to turn her one level deeper in becoming nothing but a fuck toy; I am discussing it with my visiting nephew, while she listens, so I’m making sure that she knows exactly how I am doing it. And more importantly, I make her realize that it feels galvanizing, that she enjoys and craves a next step of inequality and objectification. Which is indeed, in itself, a humiliation. “

I decided to address her directly: “So, Marcy… how do you feel about that? “

Her voice was slow and dreamlike, as if it came from a deep cave: “It juices my pussy.”

Then she was silent again; apparently she didn’t feel like elaborating.

Howard asked: “You are probably aware that we are humiliating her on several levels right now, don’t you? “

“Yes, I do. She’s **** to display her ass to us as we discuss her humiliation itself. She has been taught to consent to, and cooperate in any penetration we might wish for, voluntarily and enthusiastically; and then, after waking that enthusiasm, we turned that around into denying her such penetration. Even humbling herself by begging doesn’t help. She’s like a fuck toy who doesn’t get fucked, which is kind of the ultimate humiliation. We are discussing all that in a cool, objective way, while her pussy is flooding and her loins are yearning. And it is clear that the flooding is caused by the humiliation… there is nothing else that might flood it. And to top all that off, we make her display quite clearly that it is the humiliation itself that makes it flood, which is another humiliation in itself. “

“Isn’t it beautiful? We might as well add another element, don’t you think? “

“What do you mean, uncle? “

“Well… you asked the question, how you would get off if we also wanted to deny her the pleasure of inserting dick into her pussy. I suggested a blow job, but I think that it is a bit bland, don’t you agree? Not very imaginative… the time when being told to suck a dick and make it shoot was a humiliation is long behind her now. “

“Yes, I understand that. So what do you suggest? “

“Well, why don’t you just watch her and jerk off? “

Marcy let go of a startled yelp, but he ignored her completely, and continued: “It is kind of an extension to the fuck denial… she’s trained as a fuck toy, but not even good enough to serve as one. You’d rather jerk off than involve yourself with her. Watching her ass fidget is all you need from her; your right hand is up to the task to do the rest. She’s useless to you; all her efforts to give you what you want have been idle, you don’t need her to satisfy your lust. She has worked so hard to become an ideal fuck toy, and you just squander it… how much lower can you bring her? “

When Marcy issued another yelp and wanted to start a lamenting protest, he snapped at her: “Shut up, slut. Just wiggle that ass for the joy of his eyes as he’s wanking, that’s all you’re good for!”

I couldn’t see her face, but Marcy’s inner struggle was clearly visible in the sudden tension of her muscles. But of course, she knew the rules. She kept quiet, the muscles relaxed, and the ass started a hypnotizing twiddle in the air. She was amazing… I had never dreamt a girl like this could exist. Fuck toy, fuck toy, it echoed in my mind. She was, and she knew it, and she wallowed in it, and she expressed that… perfectly.

There was still a bit of shame when I moved my hand back to my crotch and grabbed my dick, but my shame was aimed towards Howard, absolutely not towards Marcy. Anyway it vanished quickly as I saw his encouraging smile across Marcy’s inviting ass, and felt the electrifying energy of the familiar twitch of the dick in the fist of my hand. After just a few slow jerks, I couldn’t resist brisking up. I sagged down on the couch to be more comfortable, and spread my legs, heaving as the wank got up to full steam.

Howard yelled out: “Wiggle it, slut! If that’s all you’re good for, you better squirm hard for him!”

She complied. The fierce twirl of the mangled and battered ass right in front of me drove my wanking to top speed. As Howard kept prodding her to increase her efforts, my dick was howling with enthusiasm as my shot was drawing near.