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Humiliated by your gym crush (nsfw 18+ erotica)

You were at the gym as usual on a Tuesday night, you like coming so late because there’s rarely anyone there. Also because it was always at this time Veronica would be working out as well… You had a little crush on her, and you were pretty sure she knew it. Sometimes she would look over and smile at you as she moved from the squat rack to the free weights, or give you a little wave when she first walked through the doors and saw you there. But you were too shy to actually say anything to her, every time you tried to muster up the courage to say something you choked up and seemed to forget how to form basic words and sentences.

Tonight Veronica was going for a jog on the treadmill, she was facing away from where you were so you had a perfect view of her ass bouncing in her gray shorts as she ran, and her long brown hair swaying back and forth. You always try your best to be respectful, you don’t want to get kicked out after all and you really liked Veronica so you didn’t want to come off as some kind of creep. But she couldn’t tell you were watching from where she was, so every now and then you stole a peek in between sets… you really couldn’t help but notice how beautiful she looked. She was quite alluring, and you especially loved the bright pink runners she always wears on the nights she does her cardio, paired with a cute pair of white socks. 

You were listening to some music when you saw someone out of the corner of your eye approach you during your set. It was Veronica, walking straight towards you, there was no mistake. You popped out your headphones and looked up at her in awe. 

“Were you just staring at me?” she asked curiously, folding her arms and looking down at you. She didn’t seem to be mad, but she definitely expected an answer. 

“I uhhh… n-no I wasn’t”  You said, your heart speeding up and your breath shaking. You felt so small in front of her then. How could she have known?  

“Yes. Yes you were. Don’t lie to me.” she said, seeming a little angrier now. You felt scared, worried she was about to hit you or go tell the gym staff.

“Okay yes, I’m really sorry please don’t be mad at me, I looked over at you a couple times in between workouts and I’ll never do it again I promise. I’m really really sorry, I mean it.” You pleaded with her, and you really did mean it. 

“I knew it!” she said and her lips curled into a smile. “If you’re really sorry, you’ll go clean my sweat off the treadmill for me. I don’t feel like doing it. Or should I go tell the front desk I caught you staring at my ass?” She smiled down at you cruelly. She was clearly enjoying this. 

“Of course” you said, getting up. “Again look I’m so sorry, please don’t tell the staff I’ll do anything.” She walked behind you as you got a towel and made your way over to the machine. She clearly had a good workout, the buttons were quite wet and beads of sweat still clung to her tight abs and legs. She quietly watched as you cleaned her sweat, you had never felt more humiliated. 

You were just finishing up when she raised her eyebrows and said “all clean?” 

“Yes” you replied quietly, your face burning with embarrassment from cleaning up after your crush in public. 

“Good. “ she smiled at you again. “Go put that towel in the laundry and meet me in the girls locker room when you’re done.” She turned and walked away without waiting for a response, clearly expecting you would just obey her command.

You were nervous as you walked back from the laundry. There was hardly anyone here, but you still felt scared you would get caught. But what choice did you have? You didn’t want her to go to the staff. You gulped as you pushed open the door to the locker room. 

“Over here, loser.” Veronica called from around the corner. You approached to see her standing next to her open locker, arms crossed. She pointed at the floor in front of her. “On your knees, here.”

You walked over and got on the floor. “Look-” you began to say, but she slapped your face hard enough it stung. “I don’t care what you have to say pervert. You said you’ll do anything, now prove it” She smiled wickedly down at you. “Untie my shoes and take them off.” She held her foot out expectantly. 

You did as instructed, afraid of disobeying her and getting slapped again. You noticed her feet were warm and damp with sweat as you laid her shoes neatly to the side. She nudged one closer to you with her foot. “Put your face in my shoe loser. Sniff it.” 

You leaned down and sniffed her sweaty shoe. It was incredibly humiliating, and it smelled acrid and strong from her run. She giggled at you and once again your face burned with embarrassment, then she put her foot on the back of your head and pushed down. “Youre so pathetic. I knew you liked me but you were too much of a wimp to actually say something, you just follow me around the gym like a lost puppy. So go ahead, sniff hard for me little puppy”

You did as she said and she laughed even harder. She let her foot off your head and pushed the pink shoe out of the way, turning around and showing you the bottom of her sock. “Lick the sweat from my sock. Now.” You looked up at her, pleading with your eyes for her to stop but she just pointed at her foot expectantly. You stuck your tongue out and ran your foot over her sole, from the toe all the way to the heel. It tasted disgusting, you gagged on her sweat and filth and she just giggled at you again. “Keep licking, loser. I don’t care how bad it tastes, this is exactly where you fucking belong.”  

You felt exactly as pathetic as she described you and as you sucked and licked on her socked foot. Veronica had stopped looking at you and was scrolling through her phone. You were never going to be able to look her in the eyes again after this… But even though you she was being impossibly cruel to you, your cock started to grow in your shorts looking up at her beautiful ass. You couldn’t help it, you tried to shift your weight so your hips were on the ground and you could grind the locker room floor. It started feeling really good, and the sweaty taste wasn’t so bad. But then she noticed. 

“What the fuck are you doing you little freak? Are you humping the floor? Do you like cleaning my feet that much?” she pulled her foot back and you groaned. “Disgusting. You are so fucking disgusting you know that?” suddenly she spit hard on your face and you felt it drip down your forehead into your eye. 

“Stop rubbing your dick. Get up on your knees again, now.” She looked down at you and smiled at her handiwork. “From now on, you’re going to be my personal gym bitch. You will clean all my machines after I use them. You will carry my water bottle and towel for me and you will stand silently out of my sight while I work out. And when I’m done with my workout, you will lick the sweat off my fucking feet like the loser you are. I own you now. Is that understood?” 

“Yes Veronica I understand.” You said, genuinely afraid of what she would do if you said anything else. 

“Good. You will address me as Miss Veronica from now on, foot bitch. Now get the fuck out of my sight, and don’t clean my spit off your face. Leave it there until you get home.” 

“Yes Miss.” you said as you hurried to your feet to leave. You don’t know what just happened but your dick was hard as a rock and you were going straight home to furiously jerk off. 

every night is blowbang night at my place ;)

Worship his cock.

It doesn’t matter what time of the day it is or what you’re doing, if he wants his cock sucked, you stop whatever you’re doing and you get his cock in your mouth as fast as possible.

It doesn’t matter if you’re tired or don’t really want to, his wants and his needs are more important than whatever excuse you have and nothing is more important than tending to those needs.

It doesn’t matter if you feel like you’re going to puke or you do puke, you swallow it down like a good girl and keep sucking his cock like it will give you air and life itself.

It doesn’t matter if your jaw hurts or is tired from last time, you ignore the pain and give everything you have into getting him off, his orgasm is more important than your comfort.

Whatever you think, feel or want does not matter. He does. You are nothing more than a set of holes to empty his cock into and you will be open and ready for him to use whenever he sees fit, no matter the circumstances.

Why Do I Humiliate Faggots?

In nearly all situations in life, all men are equal, deserving of respect and dignity.

In the world of sex-play, this is not the case.

Some men – who I refer to as faggots – have a deeply held need to feel used and degraded and humiliated to achieve maximum sexual self-actualization.

Let me be clear – there is nothing wrong with this.  Some men get off being in charge.  Some men like to be told what to do.  Some men like to be aggressive.  Some like to be passive.  Some men get an intense sexual charge by verbally degrading other men before fucking them.  Some men like to be broken down, humiliated, exposed and degraded.

All of this is healthy as long as it is done between two (or more!) consenting adults, and as long as no permanent harm is done.  Limits can be tricky – pushing boundaries is one of the great joys of a Master playing with a faggot.  Hard boundaries should be set and respected.  But the joy of the game is to have as few boundaries as possible and to see what happens in the moment.

Every person finds his own way to find sexual self-actualization.  Sex play should be good for all involved.  If the faggot is miserable, then the game isn’t working.  The Master should find joy in using and abusing the faggot.  And the faggot should find joy in obeying, feeling its limits pressed, feeling humiliated, feeling exposed.  It is this precise feeling of exposure, of having no limits, of being at the mercy of the desires of another, that brings the faggot to a state of ecstasy where it can find true joy.

Here are a few rules I have found help put faggots in their place to allow them to accept their appropriate role in the sex-play:

1.    Forced Nudity – No faggot is allowed to wear clothing in my home.  As soon as it arrives, it must immediately strip.  This helps the faggot remember its place.

2.    Salutation – No faggot may call me by my name.  MASTER or SIR is mandatory.  And of course, I never call a faggot by its name.  FAGGOT or BOY is used.

3.    Humiliation – Humiliation is critical.  True faggots need to feel actual humiliation to achieve true sexual self-actualization. I like to make faggots kneel on the floor, jack-off and tell me why I am superior to them.  This is even better if I invite someone else to join me while watching the faggot jackoff.  

4.    Exposure – Force the faggot to get naked in front of other people.  Make the faggot jack off in front of other people.  Whenever possible, make sure someone else is watching when you fuck the faggot.

5.    Domestic Service – I love to make a faggot strip and scrub my bathroom.  It is degrading, it puts the faggot in its place, and I get a clean bathroom.

6.    Write on the Faggot’s Body – I always write FAGGOT across the chest of my boys in black permanent marker before we begin.  I know it will take a few days to wear off, leaving the faggot branded after my use.  I sometimes sign its ass after I fuck it.  Be creative.

7.    Online Exposure – Take pictures of the faggot.  Post them online (with its face obscured if necessary).  Make sure the faggot knows where the pictures are posted so it can feel the humiliation of being exposed, knowing that other men a looking at its body, knowing that is it just a faggot to be used.

8.    Assignments – After each encounter, make the faggot write you an essay about how it felt. Post this online so other people can read how the faggot feels being used, exposed and degraded.

9.    Piss, Spit, Cum – Make the faggot take your gifts.  Spit on its face.  Piss on it. Make it wear your cum.  It is an honor for the faggot and reminds it of its role in life.

10.   Add other People to your Sex Play – When the faggot is ready, bring in another Man for it to service along with you.  Or bring in another faggot and let them compete for your attention.  To experience true humiliation and exposure, a faggot needs to be used, debased and exposed in front of other people – the more the better!

A deal is a deal, not that I have a choice.

100 hours in bondage (rules)

Feedback is highly appreciated. Don’t worry will setup several backups to make it challenging but safe. There will be overall rules, rules for indoor and rules for outdoor. And Bondage of course…

Overall rules

Permanent chastity. No climax allowed until 100+ hours past

Permanently bound. Body must be roped, belted and/or chained @ all times

Access: at least one body cavity (anal or oral) stuffed @ all times

Indoor rules

Naked. No clothes allowed

Collared

Leather Cuffs on wrists and ankles

Belly chain or collar chain or ankle chain

Always Locked to a 20 feet / 6 meters Tether Chain unless:

1. During Relocating tether chain to other anchor point (max 5 minutes interval).

2. With cuffed or belted ankles and hands cuffed behind back

3. During very restrictive (immobilized) bondage

Outdoor rules

Rope,leather or chain full body harness

Butt plugged

Maximum two pieces of clothing allowed

No private transport allowed. Only walking and public transport

Maximum time spend outdoor 4 hours

Daily Bondage Tasks (every 24 hours)

Tasks can be split up in single hours but must be completed every 24 hours. When not completed a task within 24 hours the remaining hours are doubled added to the next day. Only full hours count.

Hooded 2 hour

Standing w/ spreader-bar and hanging from the wrists 1 hour 

Hands cuffed behind back 2 hours 

Panel gagged 2 hours

Ring or ball gagged 2 hours

Tied / strapped to a chair with cuffed wrists 3 hours

Hogtied 1 hours

Spread eagle on the floor 1 hour

Kneeling. Belted ankles and thighs. Collar and wrist cuffs locked to wall 1 hour

On all four. Ankles cuffed and connected with a short chain to crotch chain. Thigh cuffs linked to Belly chain. Wrist cuffs also linked to Belly chain using short chains. 1 meter long steel leash locked to floor anchor. Muzzle gag. 1 hour.

Sensory deprivation and control. Strapped to a chair. Earphones. Audio Hypnotic slave training. Hooded and blindfolded. Wrists cuffed behind. 2 hours

Domestic chores. Chain locked to collar and locked ankle chains making standing straight almost impossible. Wrists cuffed and locked to belly chain. Steel butt plug (pad)locked in. 3 hours