The Blond , A Former Noble With a Desire to be Humiliated

Vrasha turned to the blond ****, who had been the most outspoken so far. She was proud and regal, her body naked and well formed. Vrasha felt a slight tingle of desire as she looked at the other woman's chest and swept her gaze down to her inner thighs. She swallowed and **** herself to focus, meeting the ****'s gaze instead of treating her as object.

"What was your name? Before you signed it away. You can tell me that, can't you?"

"I can." The blond said. "My name was Sarah and I was a lady of the court."

"You were a noble?" Vrasha blinked in surprise. "Did you fall out of favour perhaps? Or were you laid low by a rival?"

"Neither, mistress," Sarah said. "I simply tired of that life."

"You tired of being a noble woman?"

"Yes. I know it sounds strange. Who would give up silk and satin for chains and whips? But it is not so weird in Gelmina. There are others who did the same. All of my life, I was raised to the court. From the moment I was introduced to it, I began to build a complex network of allies and enemies. We tossed barbs at each other over the finest foods, we danced and held balls in glittering dresses. The invisible current of the court - its politics and its fascinations - were my home and I was good at them. By the time I was twenty, I'd already built up a base of power, and though I was not one of the inner circle, I was nevertheless a considerable **** to be reckoned with. I had slaves of my own, land and power. Suitors that were lining up to seduce me. Yet there was always something missing. Something I did not have. I tried to acquire it with wealth and money and power. When that didn't work, I tried to buy slaves who would please me."

"You used slaves yourself?"

"Of course. I had many. Men and women both. My beauty was said to be astounding, but no one I ever bedded seemed able to please me. So I hoped that if a nobleman could not do it, a **** might. Sometimes they got close and sometimes I punished them for falling far. Never though did they truly manage to achieve what I had hoped."

"What happened?" Vrasha asked. "How did you go from owning slaves to being one yourself?"

"Well, it was connected to the fact that I owned them. They seemed so happy, mistress. So complete. I for all my money and power could not match what they had. So I decided one night to do a very dangerous thing. One of the slaves I owned was a powerful man - an ex-gladiator. After frustrating failure after failure, I decided to try something insane. I brought him to my bed chambers and told him that for one night only, we would swap places. He would be the master and I would be the ****. I would do anything he wanted. Anything at all."

"And he agreed?"

"Of course he did." Sarah said. A flash of pride in her voice. "He wished to possess me more than anything else and I was giving him his chance. He agreed and for the rest of the night, he degraded me. Humiliated me. Made he strip naked in front of him, pleasure him. I masturbated for him and came again and again. He tortured my nipples, made me pleasure myself with a bottle of wine. Then he bent me over the statue of one of my ancestors and fucked me. Called me a whore. It gave me the strongest orgasm of my life."

"Why are you admitting all of this?" Vrasha asked.

"Because you told me to tell the truth, mistress and I have no right to refuse. I may have been a noblewoman once but now I am a **** and a **** must obey her master. believe me, having to say this is absolutely humiliating but I have no other option but to give you the complete and total truth."

"I see." Vrasha said. "Go on then. After the night was over, what happened?"

"I knew right away that my destiny lay in chains," Sarah told her. "A few days after the event, I decided that I was going to give it all up and become a true ****. It was scary of course but I knew that I was doing the right thing. Do you know that when a noblewoman becomes a ****, there is sometimes a ritual called the cleansing? It is to allow her to shake off her previous life. For me, I was dressed in my finest clothes. All of my jewellery, my money, my silks and cottons. They gave me a heavy collar and bound my hands behind my back. Then I was walked to the court and presented before both my enemies and my friends. I remember their faces - they were shocked, surprised, delighted. Many of the men I had spurned were aroused, realising I could not refuse them now.

"I was **** to my knees and they made me repeat my decision to the court, telling them all that I had decided to become a ****. There and then I was given one final chance to take it back, but I didn't. So they stripped me naked. They took my clothes, my money, my jewellery. My lands were forfeit, as was my noble title. I was left naked and trembling on the floor of the court.

"And then they had their way with me. The entire court, my friends and my foes both. Some tried to make it gentle, enjoyable for us both. Others wanted to be rough, to make me feel pain and degradation while they felt only pleasure. I was made to please them with my mouth and tongue. My pussy was used again and again, and not just for cocks but also for other things. Shafts of wood or stone, objects that they found around the place. They made me cry out and dance and writhe, pinching my body, twisting my nipples. They laughed as a came, using the chain around my throat to drag me to my knees.

"After that...when it was finally over... that was when I considered myself a true ****. The woman, Sarah who was a noble of the realm had gone. Now I have no name. Now I serve any who would be my master. I do as I am told accepting both pleasure and punishment. I am happy."