Abbey was so nervous as she waited for Joe to tell her what her duties were going to be. She blushed at the thought of all of Joe’s friends seeing how she was dressed, especially as she served them every day in the restaurant. The thought sent a hot flash of shame through her system, and it made her squirm with anticipation of the embarrassment and humiliation she was sure she would feel soon.
Joe was very casual in his attitude to how Abbey was dressed, and his only comment was that she suited the outfit really well. However, he then made a point of setting out the rules for her role in the party.
The rules were few and simple.
Abbey had to serve the guests drink and snacks as soon as they requested it.
She had to make sure not to spill anything on the guests.
She was not to speak apart from saying “Yes, Sir” as the answer to any request.
And finally, any infraction of the rules would be punished.
Joe waited for Abbey’s response to hearing these rules.
Abbey did not think that the rules were very onerous, but she was slightly apprehensive at the mention of punishment for breaking any of the rules. She wanted to ask Joe what punishment she might expect, but she realised that by agreeing to wear the outfit that he had chosen for her, she had no choice but to obey. She had to accept whatever punishment he decided was appropriate for any infraction of the rules.
Abbey did not have a lot of time to think about the rules or to consider what might happen if she broke the rules because the guests started to arrive.
Joe signalled to Abbey that she should go to help the guests to their seats and then go to the kitchen to bring a tray with drinks that were already prepared.
Abbey became so busy that she almost forgot how she was dressed – that is until one of the guests, a man from Germany, commented that Joe had obviously given Abbey some special incentive to persuade her to dress in such a skimpy outfit.
Joe laughed, and replied that Abbey knew her place and that she was ready to do whatever he, Joe, or anyone else wanted. Joe also told all his guests that if Abbey was clumsy and spilled a drink, she would be punished.
Then Joe asked the assembled group of six men what they thought an appropriate punishment should be if Abbey spilled a drink.
The group of men looked at each other for guidance, which was soon given as
“a spanking with the belt of the man who she spills the drink on.”
The man who suggested this punishment was the same man who had discussed BDSM at the table in ChowKing. Joe smiled inwardly, knowing that he had made the right choice in inviting this group of men to his apartment.
Abbey heard what the man said and how the others reacted positively at this suggestion. She trembled with both fear and curiosity at the thought of being beaten by a leather belt, but she was also determined not to spill anything.
Because Abbey was unused to wearing shoes with such high heels, she tried to be extremely careful as she walked to and from the kitchen fetching drinks and snacks for the group of Joe’s friends.
But no matter how careful she was, she was unable to avoid the hands that touched her more and more intimately as the drinks flowed and the guests started to lose their inhibitions.
Suddenly, Abbey felt a finger trying to penetrate her ass, and she gasped in surprise. However, more than that, she reacted automatically and jerked forward to distance herself from this prying finger.
By doing so, she staggered forward, and the tray carrying a drink tilted. The drink fell straight onto the lap of the man who had discussed BDSM and punishment with a belt.
Abbey stood horrified, and began to try to apologize to the man, but he simply smiled and stood up. He then proceeded to remove his pants that were soaked with the spilled drink.
Abbey stood in shock at what had happened. She thought that he would immediately begin to beat her for being so clumsy. But he did not do that. Instead, he handed his pants to Abbey and asked her to wash them in the washing machine to prevent the drink from staining them. Abbey was relieved that he was not going to beat her that she rushed to pick up his pants.
However, as she reached the kitchen door, the man spoke.
“Don’t forget to bring me back my belt. It doesn’t need washing.”
Abbey cringed at the thought of what he might do when she returned his belt. Her imagination was limited, but vivid.
Abbey lingered in the kitchen for as long as possible, but she was forced to return to the living room when she heard Joe calling her.
Hesitantly, she returned to where the guests were waiting to see what would happen next.
The man whose pants she had soaked did not speak, but simply held out his hand for his belt. Abbey looked around to see if someone might rescue her, but all she saw were the faces looking at both her and the man in anticipation.
Finally, Abbey had no choice but to submit to her punishment.
The man pointed to the arm of the sofa, and motioned to Abbey to bend over it. Abbey blushed scarlet at the thought that her ass would be thrust into the air for all to see, but she also welcomed the humiliation that this would cause.
Abbey wriggled a little to make herself as comfortable as possible, but as she caught sight of herself in the mirror on the opposite wall, she could not help feeling like a slut. Her ass was exposed for all to see and her tits were almost escaping from the skimpy bra that she had been forced to wear.
When the man considered that Abbey was in a suitable position, he stepped behind her and flexed his arm while holding the leather belt. Then, he slowly drew the belt across Abbey’s ass cheeks, making her shiver in anticipation of the pain she was about to feel.
He repeated this action three times, letting Abbey feel the smooth, cold leather slide over her ass. Abbey began to think that he would not beat her with the belt, but only tease her like this. This thought made Abbey feel strangely disappointed because she knew that she deserved to be punished for having been so clumsy.
And that was when the belt was raised into the air and brought down hard across Abbey’s exposed ass. The stroke was not very hard, but it was sufficient to make Abbey cry out in pain and shock. Before she had time to move, the belt was applied again and again to her ass, leaving red welts behind with each contact.
Five times the belt rose and fell, and five times Abbey, cried and whimpered at the pain. However, she did not try to move from the arm of the sofa, but only clutched at the fabric of a cushion to try to stop herself from screaming.
Then the punishment ended, and the man helped Abbey to stand up.
Abbey thought that she could not be more humiliated, but there was still more for her to endure.
“Kneel down” the man ordered.
Abbey winced in pain as she lowered her body to kneel at his feet.
“Now, beg me to forgive you for what you did. And tell me that you deserved your punishment, and that you should probably be punished more.”
“Please Sir, I’m sorry for being so clumsy. I was careless, and you were right to punish me. Please Sir, if you want to punish me more, I know that I deserve it.” Abbey spoke in a low voice, with her eyes cast down, and her whole body showing the others that she was completely at the mercy of the man who she had wronged.
The man laughed, and then he told Abbey to stand up. Abbey wondered if her punishment had ended, but there was one final action that would complete her punishment.
As she stood up she was facing the man, and he grasped Abbey’s head between his hands and pulled her towards him.
Abbey thought that he was going to kiss her, and she half closed her eyes in anticipation. That was when the man spat in her face.
Abbey’s humiliation was complete. Now she knew that she was a worthless object, and it made her feel ashamed, but at the same time, she knew that this was what she deserved and what she really was.
Abbey was just an object to be used as a slave.
As Abbey crawled closer to the foot that was thrust towards her face, she realised that this time she had been presented with a shoe instead of a sandal like her Master Joe usually wore. This show was a black leather lace-up shoe and it was dusty from the dirt that blew around the streets of the city. Abbey could smell something disgusting as she moved painfully on hands and knees nearer to the feet of the man who was waiting eagerly for her to begin the task of cleaning his shoes. He had seen how Abbey licked and sucked at Joe’s toes, and he was anxious to see what she would do with his shoes. He wasn’t sure if he wanted her to lick his bare feet, especially after seeing how Joe’s toenails were so dirty, but he wondered how far Abbey would sink into degradation. He didn’t have long to wait, as Abbey bent her head lower and began the task of licking the dust off his shoes.
For Abbey, this was an easy task, as the shoes were made of leather, so her tongue slid smoothly over the dusty surface. However, when the man sat down and presented the soles of his shoes to her for cleaning, she realised what the smell she had noticed was. The man had obviously stepped in some dog shit on the pavement on his way to Joe’s apartment, and although he had scraped most of it off, there was still enough wedged into the ridges of the sole of the shoe to produce that disgusting smell.
Abbey hesitated, and nearly gagged as the man thrust his shoe closer to her face. Taking a deep breath, and closing her eyes, Abbey set to work licking the dirt encrusted sole of the shoe. Gathering all her strength, she darted her tongue out and poked it tentatively at the shoe.
The rough surface of the sole contrasted negatively with the smooth surface of the upper part of the shoe that she had licked clean a few minutes before. However, in addition to the difference in texture between the upper and the sole of the shoe, Abbey was acutely aware that she would have a much more difficult task to clean this part of the shoe. The dirt was encrusted more and the dog shit made her feel nauseated, but Abbey knew that she would have to complete the task in order to please her the owner of the shoe and her Master Joe.
That was when Abbey realised that she was worth less than the dog shit that she was about to clean with her tongue. She was totally degraded and humiliated, and that thought sent a thrill through her body. With that as her incentive, Abbey began to lick and slobber over the shoe. As she pressed her tongue against the foot, she could taste the dog shit entering her mouth. She paused briefly, but then somehow managed to swallow the disgusting pieces of dried feces that clung to the shoe.
Fortunately, for Abbey, and probably fortunately for the guests because Abbey could feel herself gag and almost vomit as she swallowed the dog shit, the man withdrew his shoe from Abbey’s face after she had showed how willing she was to carry out any task that she was ordered to do. Abbey felt relief, but also she felt disappointment at not being forced to discover the depths of her humiliation in front of this group of men.
“Did she clean your shoes well?” asked Joe.
“Not bad, but not as good as any shoeshine boy on the street” replied the owner of the shoes.
“So she shouldn’t be rewarded. In fact, she should be punished for not doing a good job. Right?” said Joe.
“You’re right” was the reply.
And that’s when the group began to debate about an appropriate punishment for a job badly carried out.
Finally, it was agreed that Abbey should dance sexily again, but that she should be whipped with a belt any time that she stumbled instead of being spanked for stumbling.
Abbey knew that she was going to be punished severely this time, and she did not know whether to beg them not to hurt her or whether to hit her really hard with the belt.
In the end, she kept her mouth shut because she knew her place, and nobody had given her permission to speak.
The music started again, and Abbey rose unsteadily to her feet from where she had been crouching on the floor. The same problem as before arose almost immediately because Abbey was not able to dance without stumbling on account of the high heels she was wearing.
The first time she stumbled, the man who she had spilled the drink on reached for the belt that hung over the back of his chair, and almost casually, swung it against Abbey’s exposed ass. This was the third beating Abbey had had to endure that evening, and the second with a belt. Her ass and upper thighs were red and tender from the previous beatings, but soon she began to feel more than pain – she felt torture as the belt hit again and again on the places where she had been hit before. Her ass felt like it was on fire with every smack of the belt on her firm young ass. Although she could not see it, the guests had a perfect view of the contrast between her milky white skin and the red marks left by the belt.
Abbey was in agony, but she was also ecstatic at being humiliated in this way for the third time that evening. Her humiliation was made even greater by knowing that she would have to serve many of these guests when they met as usual in the restaurant where she worked.
Abbey felt like she was floating and she stopped feeling the pain. Joe noticed that she seemed to be in a trance, and he motioned to the man with the belt to stop hitting her.
Abbey stumbled once more, and she was surprised to find that she did not receive the anticipated blow. Looking around, she saw that Joe was beckoning her to go to him. Abbey walked unsteadily to her Master and sank to her knees in front of him. Joe rested a hand on his slave’s head, and whispered that she had performed her duties well in spite of spilling the drink.
The party broke up shortly afterwards, leaving Joe and Abbey alone.
Abbey ass and thighs were throbbing from the beatings she had received but she tried her best not to let Joe see that she was suffering. Joe could see how Abbey was holding back tears, and he knew that she thought that he humiliation and degradation were over for that night.
Joe showed her that she was wrong when he pressed a button on the TV remote control and a video of Abbey dancing, stumbling and being spanked began to play. Mostly Abbey’s face was obscured by her hair, but from time to time it was possible to see her face, and her expression of satisfaction at the treatment she was receiving was plain to see.
“Now Abbey,” said Joe, “now you will be famous when I post this video online.”
Abbey had worried about how she would face the guests when she served them in the restaurant. Now she collapsed on the floor at the thought that she would be seen by thousands of people around the world. And perhaps members of her family would see.
Her mind raced.
Was there any way she could persuade Joe not to post this degrading video online?
Abbey did not know where to look after she had been so publicly humiliated. Her ass stung from the harsh beating with the belt, she could feel the spittle drying on her face and she was afraid to try to wipe it off in case that offended the man who had just publicly demonstrated that she was a worthless object to be ordered to do anything no matter how humiliating.
With her face flaming as red as her ass, Abbey looked around desperately and saw Joe smiling at her. Then he beckoned her to come to where he stood. Abbey almost cried from relief as she moved unsteadily to where the man who had saved her from a life of destitution on the streets waited.
As she approached him, Joe called out to all the assembled guests.
“Gentlemen, what do you think of Abbey? Has she been punished enough for her clumsy behavior? Or should we demand more evidence that she is truly sorry for spilling that drink?”
There was a moment of silence, and then several men shouted suggestions. Joe held up his hand to make sense of what they were saying.
“One at a time, gentlemen, please.” And he pointed at the man nearest to him.
“Make her dance for us” was the suggestion.
Joe nodded, and without a pause, he turned to the laptop on his desk. He clicked a few times, and suddenly music began to play from the TV that he had connected to the laptop.
The song was ‘Hips don’t lie’ by Shakira, and the video showed Shakira dancing sexily.
Joe pressed a key and the video paused. Then he spoke to Abbey and to the crowd.
“Abbey, you have to dance like Shakira. Follow her moves, shake your body like she does. And if you don’t….or if we think that you are not dancing sexily enough….you will be punished. Understand?”
Abbey nodded her head, knowing that she had to obey, but also knowing that she desired to be punished.
Joe clicked again, and the video began to play again.
Abbey watched as Shakira danced, and she tried to copy her dance moves. But she was still unsteady in the heels she was wearing, and she was not able to dance like the video.
Still she kept trying to please the men with her moves, but she could see that she was failing. And she knew that she would be punished for her poor performance in entertaining them.
Of course, she also realised that her punishment was what would entertain them more than her dancing, and she waited for it to begin. She did not have to wait long, as Joe asked the man who had suggested making her dance whether he was pleased with her performance.
The man shook his head, and gave Abbey’s attempt to copy Shakira the thumbs down.
With that, Joe raised his hand and smacked Abbey hard on her ass. This caused Abbey to stumble, but she tried desperately to keep dancing. However, she saw several other hands being raised, and she knew that she was going to be spanked by everyone.
And that is exactly what happened. Abbey stumbled more than she danced, and every time she stumbled, a hand smacked her hard on her ass.
Soon she was biting her lip to try to control herself from moaning.
The men could see from her contorted face that she was in pain, but what they could not see was that the moans that Abbey was holding back were moans of pleasure. Abbey felt that she deserved to be punished, but even more than that, she wanted to be punished. She was disappointed when the music stopped because it meant that she would not have to dance more, and she would not be punished more.
Desperately, she wobbled to a halt and clutching to Joe’s legs she sank to her knees. That position was so familiar because she always knelt to lick Joe’s feet, so that is what she began to do.
The other men watched how Abbey carefully licked between Joe’s toes and ran her tongue up and down his feet.
“Enough” said Joe.
“We mustn’t be greedy. We should share with our guests.”
And, bending down, he turned Abbey’s head towards another foot.
Abbey crawled towards the dirty shoe that was thrust in her direction. And she began to show everyone present that there was nothing she wouldn’t do.
Abbey was theirs to command.
“Please Master Joe, don’t post my video online” begged Abbey, although the thought of her degradation being seen by countless thousands of strangers sent a thrill through her body.
Nevertheless, she knew that if her family saw how she had been treated and how she had sunk to such depths of humiliation, she would be shunned by them and she would never be able to see her nieces again. So, she had to find some way to placate Master Joe and persuade him not to post the video as he had threatened.
Slowly, she rose from the floor, and began to walk nervously back and forth. As she paced up and down, Abbey realised that there was nothing that she could offer Joe that she had not already done. He did not appear to be interested in fucking her, although he had had the opportunity to insist that she serve as a place to dump his cum, but he had only seemed interested in humiliating her. Instead, she needed to think of something else that would please him.
As she tried to think of some solution, she paused in her pacing and stood by the window deep in thought. That’s when Abbey saw a group of construction workers busy on a house opposite Joe’s apartment. She wondered if there was a way to please her Master Joe by involving the group of workers.
Taking a deep breath, Abbey turned to Joe.
“Master Joe” she murmured in a low voice and with her head bowed down.
Joe looked at Abbey curiously, and at the same time pleased with what he saw. Abbey had adopted the stance of a submissive woman with her head bowed and her low tone of voice when she spoke to him.
“Yes, Abbey?” Joe queried.
“Master, please Master, if I do something that I think you will like, will you please not post the video of me online. Please….” Joe could see that Abbey was desperate, and he was curious to hear what she would propose.
However, he did not reply at once, knowing that the wait would make Abbey suffer, anxious to hear what his answer would be.
Finally, Joe answered.
“What do you have in mind?” he enquired.
“Master, I know how much you liked seeing me humiliated and made to feel cheap in your party. Well, I saw some construction workers in the house opposite here…and…well…and…”
Abbey took a deep breath and continued, with her cheeks reddening and her pussy suddenly feeling damp at the thought of what she was about to propose.
Joe nodded his encouragement for her to continue speaking.
“And Master, I thought, maybe, maybe you would like to see me being treated roughly by those dirty construction workers?”
Abbey looked anxiously at Joe, hoping for his approval.
Before answering, Joe walked to the window and looked out at the scene in the house opposite where he could see the gang of workers dressed in their dirty work clothes and with hands that were obviously rough from handling construction materials without gloves.
Joe secretly liked the suggestion from Abbey, but he was not about to let her know that he approved immediately. Instead, he let her think that he was considering what she had suggested, and trying to imagine how this could actually take place without any permanent harm coming to Abbey and without any repercussions falling on him.
At last, he nodded as if he was still deep in thought, but, in reality, he was imagining what might happen if he offered Abbey to the workers, and how their work-roughened hands would scratch and bruise her white tender skin.
“OK, Abbey” he replied at length, “We will have a little party with the construction workers, but I don’t think that they will be as careful or as easy to control as my friends. Are you sure that this is what you want to do?”
Abbey swallowed hard, and nodded in silence.
“But Master, if I do this will you promise not to post this video online?”
Joe knew that she would do anything to prevent the video of her humiliation being posted for all to see, so he assured Abbey that he would not post the video as he had threatened to do.
Abbey was not sure if she was glad or sad to hear that her performance at the party would not be seen by anyone online. Secretly, she thrilled to the thought that strangers might see how she had been treated, but she was also ashamed to think that her family might see what she had become.
“OK, Abbey” Joe said, “I need to plan how we will do this. I think the best thing is to approach the gang boss first and explain what I am offering them. Then if he agrees, we will go there one day when they have finished their work for the day. That’s when they will appreciate some entertainment, and I will bring some bottles of hard liquor for them to enjoy while you dance with them.”
Joe knew that if these men started drinking without eating and after working so hard all day that they would quickly become drunk. At least, that’s what he hoped would happen. Then he would hopefully see Abbey being degraded even more than she had already been.
As Abbey crawled closer to the foot that was thrust towards her face, she realised that this time she had been presented with a shoe instead of a sandal like her Master Joe usually wore. This show was a black leather lace-up shoe and it was dusty from the dirt that blew around the streets of the city. Abbey could smell something disgusting as she moved painfully on hands and knees nearer to the feet of the man who was waiting eagerly for her to begin the task of cleaning his shoes. He had seen how Abbey licked and sucked at Joe’s toes, and he was anxious to see what she would do with his shoes. He wasn’t sure if he wanted her to lick his bare feet, especially after seeing how Joe’s toenails were so dirty, but he wondered how far Abbey would sink into degradation. He didn’t have long to wait, as Abbey bent her head lower and began the task of licking the dust off his shoes.
For Abbey, this was an easy task, as the shoes were made of leather, so her tongue slid smoothly over the dusty surface. However, when the man sat down and presented the soles of his shoes to her for cleaning, she realised what the smell she had noticed was. The man had obviously stepped in some dog shit on the pavement on his way to Joe’s apartment, and although he had scraped most of it off, there was still enough wedged into the ridges of the sole of the shoe to produce that disgusting smell.
Abbey hesitated, and nearly gagged as the man thrust his shoe closer to her face. Taking a deep breath, and closing her eyes, Abbey set to work licking the dirt encrusted sole of the shoe. Gathering all her strength, she darted her tongue out and poked it tentatively at the shoe.
The rough surface of the sole contrasted negatively with the smooth surface of the upper part of the shoe that she had licked clean a few minutes before. However, in addition to the difference in texture between the upper and the sole of the shoe, Abbey was acutely aware that she would have a much more difficult task to clean this part of the shoe. The dirt was encrusted more and the dog shit made her feel nauseated, but Abbey knew that she would have to complete the task in order to please her the owner of the shoe and her Master Joe.
That was when Abbey realised that she was worth less than the dog shit that she was about to clean with her tongue. She was totally degraded and humiliated, and that thought sent a thrill through her body. With that as her incentive, Abbey began to lick and slobber over the shoe. As she pressed her tongue against the foot, she could taste the dog shit entering her mouth. She paused briefly, but then somehow managed to swallow the disgusting pieces of dried feces that clung to the shoe.
Fortunately, for Abbey, and probably fortunately for the guests because Abbey could feel herself gag and almost vomit as she swallowed the dog shit, the man withdrew his shoe from Abbey’s face after she had showed how willing she was to carry out any task that she was ordered to do. Abbey felt relief, but also she felt disappointment at not being forced to discover the depths of her humiliation in front of this group of men.
“Did she clean your shoes well?” asked Joe.
“Not bad, but not as good as any shoeshine boy on the street” replied the owner of the shoes.
“So she shouldn’t be rewarded. In fact, she should be punished for not doing a good job. Right?” said Joe.
“You’re right” was the reply.
And that’s when the group began to debate about an appropriate punishment for a job badly carried out.
Finally, it was agreed that Abbey should dance sexily again, but that she should be whipped with a belt any time that she stumbled instead of being spanked for stumbling.
Abbey knew that she was going to be punished severely this time, and she did not know whether to beg them not to hurt her or whether to hit her really hard with the belt.
In the end, she kept her mouth shut because she knew her place, and nobody had given her permission to speak.
The music started again, and Abbey rose unsteadily to her feet from where she had been crouching on the floor. The same problem as before arose almost immediately because Abbey was not able to dance without stumbling on account of the high heels she was wearing.
The first time she stumbled, the man who she had spilled the drink on reached for the belt that hung over the back of his chair, and almost casually, swung it against Abbey’s exposed ass. This was the third beating Abbey had had to endure that evening, and the second with a belt. Her ass and upper thighs were red and tender from the previous beatings, but soon she began to feel more than pain – she felt torture as the belt hit again and again on the places where she had been hit before. Her ass felt like it was on fire with every smack of the belt on her firm young ass. Although she could not see it, the guests had a perfect view of the contrast between her milky white skin and the red marks left by the belt.
Abbey was in agony, but she was also ecstatic at being humiliated in this way for the third time that evening. Her humiliation was made even greater by knowing that she would have to serve many of these guests when they met as usual in the restaurant where she worked.
Abbey felt like she was floating and she stopped feeling the pain. Joe noticed that she seemed to be in a trance, and he motioned to the man with the belt to stop hitting her.
Abbey stumbled once more, and she was surprised to find that she did not receive the anticipated blow. Looking around, she saw that Joe was beckoning her to go to him. Abbey walked unsteadily to her Master and sank to her knees in front of him. Joe rested a hand on his slave’s head, and whispered that she had performed her duties well in spite of spilling the drink.
The party broke up shortly afterwards, leaving Joe and Abbey alone.
Abbey ass and thighs were throbbing from the beatings she had received but she tried her best not to let Joe see that she was suffering. Joe could see how Abbey was holding back tears, and he knew that she thought that he humiliation and degradation were over for that night.
Joe showed her that she was wrong when he pressed a button on the TV remote control and a video of Abbey dancing, stumbling and being spanked began to play. Mostly Abbey’s face was obscured by her hair, but from time to time it was possible to see her face, and her expression of satisfaction at the treatment she was receiving was plain to see.
“Now Abbey,” said Joe, “now you will be famous when I post this video online.”
Abbey had worried about how she would face the guests when she served them in the restaurant. Now she collapsed on the floor at the thought that she would be seen by thousands of people around the world. And perhaps members of her family would see.
Her mind raced.
Was there any way she could persuade Joe not to post this degrading video online?
Abbey was glad that her Master had accepted her suggestion and that he had agreed not to post the video of her being made to act like a slave and especially a slave who deserved to be punished. She shuddered at the thought of how she had licked the dog shit from the shoe – but this shudder was not of disgust, rather it was one of acceptance of her position as someone who would agree to any form of punishment or humiliation if that is what was needed to please her Master.
Joe could see that Abbey was excited at the thought of being made to dance for the construction workers, but he also knew that she had no idea of how they would treat her after they had drunk the liquor he would supply with their “entertainment.”
Joe considered making Abbey wait before he approached the gang boss to tell him what was on offer for him and his work crew. However, although he liked the idea of making her wait and tormenting her with not knowing when her suggestion might become reality, he also was anxious to see how Abbey would behave when she was confronted with a group of men who lacked the restraint of his friends who had been present at the party.
So, Joe told Abbey that he would go to where the construction crew was working and talk to the boss about what Abbey had proposed. He told her to wait for him and to stay at home until he returned.
Joe knew that the construction boss would be suspicious when he explained to him what he wanted to happen, but he also knew that an offer of a few thousand pesos would help to make the boss interested in his proposal. With some money in his pocket, Joe left the apartment and crossed the road to the construction site.
Although Joe had lived in Philippines for some years when he worked for the multinational company, and later in his retirement, his grasp of Tagalog was basic – just enough to make simple requests and to order food. So, he hoped that the construction boss would speak enough English to understand what Joe was proposing.
The construction workers looked up as Joe stopped in front of the site they were working on. Immediately, they were suspicious of this foreigner stopping to inspect their work. They did not know what Joe wanted, but they assumed that he was going to cause problems for them. Instead Joe smiled and beckoned to the boss to talk privately.
Joe was in luck! The construction boss spoke English. He seemed to speak even more fluently when he saw the money that Joe held in his hand!
However, Joe was cautious. He did not want to hand over all the money in advance in case the workers refused to agree to humiliate Abbey. In fact, he need not have worried as the idea of a young woman dancing sexily for the crew made the boss agree readily to Joe’s suggestion. Of course, the sight of the money in Joe’s hand and the promise of a few bottles of hard liquor sealed the deal.
Joe gave him a small sum of money as a ‘deposit’ and returned to the apartment smiling happily.
Meanwhile, Abbey had been looking anxiously out of the window as Joe and the construction boss talked. When she saw that Joe had given the other man some money, she breathed a sigh of relief. Now she knew that Joe would agree to delete the video and not publish it on the internet. At the same time, she secretly relished the thought of being made to dance for the dirty work crew while wearing the same outfit that she had worn previously in the party for Joe’s friends.
When Joe returned to the apartment, he nodded to Abbey.
“It’s arranged. I told them that it will happen on the 8th of this month.”
Abbey could hardly believe what she had just heard. The 8th was only 2 days away – and more importantly, it was her birthday. Did Joe know that it was her birthday? Or did he just arrange that day by chance. Abbey was afraid to ask. Instead, she bowed her head and thanked her Master Joe for the chance to please him.
The next day, Abbey could not concentrate on her work, and she made several mistakes with orders. Her manager was not pleased, and he warned her that she would be disciplined if she continued to produce such sloppy and careless work. When Abbey heard the mention of ‘discipline’ she fantasized that the manager meant that he would spank her, although she knew that he really meant that he would deduct money from her salary. The thought of being spanked by her manager, the comments from the regular group of Joe’s friends about her sexy performance in the party, and the anticipation of what was about to happen on her birthday all left Abbey in a state of arousal and longing for the 8th to arrive.
Finally, the day of the new humiliation arrived. Abbey had to work, but she had arranged to finish work by 4 pm so that she could prepare herself for her meeting with the construction gang. Joe was waiting for her at home, and he ordered her to take a shower, so that she would be clean and fresh for her performance dancing for the workers.
Abbey hurried to obey and as she came out of the shower with a robe wrapped loosely around her, Joe took a photo of her. Too late, Abbey realised that the robe was half open at the front and that her boobs were almost totally exposed.
However, she did not mind as this was what her Master Joe wanted, and she was his devoted slave ready and willing to please him in any way possible.
Joe instructed her to apply makeup and lipstick to make herself look more attractive, and then he told her to put on the same skimpy bra and thong that she had worn as she served Joe’s guests so recently. Abbey’s relived the events of that evening as she carefully put on the bra and thong that barely covered her nipples and pussy. The thoughts of her humiliation on that night, and the anticipation of what was about to happen, made Abbey’s pussy so wet that she was afraid that her juices would leak down her leg and stain the thong that barely covered her slit.
Joe watched as Abbey prepared herself for this latest encounter, and he was pleased to notice how flushed Abbey’s face had become, how her breathing had become more shallow and more rapid, and how he could smell her arousal. Joe knew that this was going to be an encounter to remember for many years.
Joe had considered making Abbey walk across the street dressed only in her almost non-existent bra and thong, but in the end he decided that it was better not to attract the attention of people passing by and maybe of the police by forcing Abbey to step out in a busy public street wearing almost nothing. So, reluctantly, he handed Abbey his long coat that covered her completely.
Joe had to help Abbey to walk in the shoes that he had made her wear at the private party because, just as at the party, Abbey was not used to wearing such high heels. Walking like a pimp controlling his whore, Joe and his slave approached the construction site where the boss of the crew was waiting for them. First, he looked Abbey up and down as if he were looking at a piece of prime beef, and then he held out his hand to Joe in the universal gesture for “give me money.” Joe reached into his pocket and pulled out a bundle of notes which he passed to the construction boss, who counted them carefully. This sordid transaction made Abbey feel humiliated and ashamed, knowing that she had just been sold as the entertainment to a group of dirty, smelly construction workers. In addition to handing money to the construction boss, Joe also gave him a bag containing 2 bottles of vodka.
The boss nodded to Joe to enter into the construction site. When Joe and Abbey passed through the front entrance they could see that they were in a large open space that would presumably form the entrance lobby of the villa under construction. At present, the space was roughly completed, but the floor was dusty and the walls lacked paint, although they were plastered. There were a few metal drums which had contained construction material, and the boss invited Joe to sit on one of them, but speaking to Abbey, told her to remain standing. Then he whistled and the six members of his construction crew shuffled into the room.
These were poor Filipinos who had little or no education, and who lived from one day to the next. They had no real hope of ever escaping from the poverty that they had been born in, and no idea of what the future might hold for them. But for this one evening, they could enjoy an escape from their daily drudgery and hard work.
Abbey stood transfixed at the sight of the six men in ragged clothes with dirty faces and hands – hands made rough from the hard, physical labour of their jobs.
Then Joe spoke softly.
“Take off your coat and let the men see their entertainment.”
Reluctantly, but secretly wanting to feel the burning shame of exposing herself to this rough and dirty group of men, Abbey undid the buttons on the coat and let it drop to the ground.
The men’s eyes widened at the sight of this almost naked woman standing in front of them. Their boss had told them that there would be a little surprise for them when they finished work on the 8th, but none of them had ever imagined that the surprise would be Abbey standing with head bowed waiting for what was going to happen to her.
“Please Master Joe, don’t post my video online” begged Abbey, although the thought of her degradation being seen by countless thousands of strangers sent a thrill through her body.
Nevertheless, she knew that if her family saw how she had been treated and how she had sunk to such depths of humiliation, she would be shunned by them and she would never be able to see her nieces again. So, she had to find some way to placate Master Joe and persuade him not to post the video as he had threatened.
Slowly, she rose from the floor, and began to walk nervously back and forth. As she paced up and down, Abbey realised that there was nothing that she could offer Joe that she had not already done. He did not appear to be interested in fucking her, although he had had the opportunity to insist that she serve as a place to dump his cum, but he had only seemed interested in humiliating her. Instead, she needed to think of something else that would please him.
As she tried to think of some solution, she paused in her pacing and stood by the window deep in thought. That’s when Abbey saw a group of construction workers busy on a house opposite Joe’s apartment. She wondered if there was a way to please her Master Joe by involving the group of workers.
Taking a deep breath, Abbey turned to Joe.
“Master Joe” she murmured in a low voice and with her head bowed down.
Joe looked at Abbey curiously, and at the same time pleased with what he saw. Abbey had adopted the stance of a submissive woman with her head bowed and her low tone of voice when she spoke to him.
“Yes, Abbey?” Joe queried.
“Master, please Master, if I do something that I think you will like, will you please not post the video of me online. Please….” Joe could see that Abbey was desperate, and he was curious to hear what she would propose.
However, he did not reply at once, knowing that the wait would make Abbey suffer, anxious to hear what his answer would be.
Finally, Joe answered.
“What do you have in mind?” he enquired.
“Master, I know how much you liked seeing me humiliated and made to feel cheap in your party. Well, I saw some construction workers in the house opposite here…and…well…and…”
Abbey took a deep breath and continued, with her cheeks reddening and her pussy suddenly feeling damp at the thought of what she was about to propose.
Joe nodded his encouragement for her to continue speaking.
“And Master, I thought, maybe, maybe you would like to see me being treated roughly by those dirty construction workers?”
Abbey looked anxiously at Joe, hoping for his approval.
Before answering, Joe walked to the window and looked out at the scene in the house opposite where he could see the gang of workers dressed in their dirty work clothes and with hands that were obviously rough from handling construction materials without gloves.
Joe secretly liked the suggestion from Abbey, but he was not about to let her know that he approved immediately. Instead, he let her think that he was considering what she had suggested, and trying to imagine how this could actually take place without any permanent harm coming to Abbey and without any repercussions falling on him.
At last, he nodded as if he was still deep in thought, but, in reality, he was imagining what might happen if he offered Abbey to the workers, and how their work-roughened hands would scratch and bruise her white tender skin.
“OK, Abbey” he replied at length, “We will have a little party with the construction workers, but I don’t think that they will be as careful or as easy to control as my friends. Are you sure that this is what you want to do?”
Abbey swallowed hard, and nodded in silence.
“But Master, if I do this will you promise not to post this video online?”
Joe knew that she would do anything to prevent the video of her humiliation being posted for all to see, so he assured Abbey that he would not post the video as he had threatened to do.
Abbey was not sure if she was glad or sad to hear that her performance at the party would not be seen by anyone online. Secretly, she thrilled to the thought that strangers might see how she had been treated, but she was also ashamed to think that her family might see what she had become.
“OK, Abbey” Joe said, “I need to plan how we will do this. I think the best thing is to approach the gang boss first and explain what I am offering them. Then if he agrees, we will go there one day when they have finished their work for the day. That’s when they will appreciate some entertainment, and I will bring some bottles of hard liquor for them to enjoy while you dance with them.”
Joe knew that if these men started drinking without eating and after working so hard all day that they would quickly become drunk. At least, that’s what he hoped would happen. Then he would hopefully see Abbey being degraded even more than she had already been.
While Abbey was standing with her head bowed, the construction workers were staring at this unexpected spectacle of an almost naked woman who had appeared in their workplace. Joe could see that they were afraid that this was some kind of trap, and that perhaps several policemen would suddenly spring out of hiding to arrest them if they touched the woman.
“Tell them that this is their reward for their hard work, and tell them not to be afraid to enjoy her,” Joe explained to the gang boss.
The boss smiled and turning to his crew, he translated what Joe had just told him.
“Mga lalaki! Ito ang iyong gantimpala para sa iyong pagsusumikap. Huwag matakot na tangkilikin siya.”
On hearing what their boss had said, the group of dirty and ragged workers appeared to relax. Joe wanted them to become even more relaxed, so that they would feel no inhibitions about using Abbey as their slut, so he motioned to the boss to give the bag containing the vodka to Abbey.
Abbey took the bag silently, and waited to hear what Joe wanted her to do with it.
“There are two bottles of vodka in this bag, Abbey as well as plastic cups. Take the cups and give one to each man. Then open one of the bottles and carefully pour a full glass for each man – seven in total,” Joe ordered.
“And be careful not to spill a drop. You know what will happen if you spill any!”
Abbey shivered at the memory of how she had been treated when she clumsily spilled a drink at the party. She knew that she should obey her Master Joe, but she also knew that she wanted to be humiliated and abused, so she considered deliberately spilling some of the vodka.
In the end, she did as Joe had ordered and very carefully handed each man a cup which she proceeded to fill with vodka. The men drank their alcohol as if Abbey had just given them water instead of hard liquor, and stretched out their cups for refills.
Abbey knew that they would quickly become drunk as they had not eaten before drinking, and her prediction proved correct. By the time the second bottle of vodka had been drained, the group of men had lost all reticence, and began to loudly comment on Abbey’s appearance.
Joe could not understand exactly what they were saying, but their looks of lust were enough for him to get the gist of what they were saying.
That’s when Joe ordered Abbey to kneel before him and to lick his shoes.
Without hesitation, Abbey sank to her knees on the rough and dusty concrete floor and bent down to lick the dust from Joe’s shoes.
The sight of Abbey crouching down, performing such a humiliating act, caused the gang of workers to become even louder in their comments. Joe beckoned to the boss and indicated that he should touch Abbey’s upthrust ass.
The alcohol had done its work, and the gang boss was not slow to accept Joe’s invitation.
Meanwhile, Abbey was intent on making sure that she licked Joe’s shoes clean and that she did not miss a single speck of dust, so she did not see what Joe had invited the gang boss to do. However, she soon felt his rough hands begin to explore her soft white ass.
Abbey gasped and jerked in shock as the man’s work-worn hands began to grope her body roughly. However, although she was shocked when she felt his touch, she was secretly thrilled to know that her Master was once again preparing to humiliate her publicly.
The idea that these dirty and uneducated men would use her, sent small tremors of pleasure running through Abbey’s body. Abbey paused from licking Joe’s shoes and bit her lip to prevent herself from uttering a groan of pure satisfaction as she realised that her desire for abuse was going to be satisfied yet again.
Raising her head, she looked at her Master with joy showing on her face.
“Thank you, Master Joe’” she whispered.
‘Take off your bra and thong,” Joe ordered. “I don’t want them to be destroyed by these….animals.”
“Oh my God!” Abbey gasped, but she knew that she had no choice but to obey.
Slowly rising to her feet, Abbey reached behind her to unclasp her bra, while still facing Joe. Without giving her time to undo the clasp, Joe placed his hands on her shoulders and turned her around so that she was now facing the group of drunk men. Then he waited for her to continue to strip off the last few scraps of material that covered her most private parts.
Abbey felt her face flush red with embarrassment as she reached behind her again and unhooked her bra. Slowly, she let the flimsy garment that barely covered her nipples slide down her arms.
“Now give it to me,” ordered Joe.
Reaching behind her, Abbey’s chest was pushed forward, and her breasts, and especially her stiffened nipples, were exposed to the lustful eyes of the workmen. Joe took the bra and stuffed it into one of his pockets.
Having taken off her bra, Abbey was not keen to take off her thong and show her shaved cunt to the group of drunk men. Realising that she was hesitating, Joe reached his hands around her and pinching her nipples between his fingers and thumbs, he twisted them without mercy.
“Take off the thong!”
Abbey whimpered, and lowered her hands to obey. Slowly, she slid the almost non-existent thong down her legs and bent down to free it from her shoes.
As she did so, Joe took advantage of her bent over posture to run his right hand index finger over her pussy lips, discovering that Abbey was aroused and lubricated.
Abbey groaned and thrust back against Joe’s probing finger, attempting to impale her cunt on it. Joe could feel how Abbey was desperately trying to get him to finger fuck her, but he knew that she would suffer more if he refused to grant her desire. Indeed, he knew that she would be more eager to allow the gang of workmen to explore her body if he kept her in this heightened state of arousal.
Finally, Abbey freed her feet from the thong, and reluctantly she stood upright while passing the scrap of material to Joe, who, instead of placing it in his pocket with the bra, raised it to his nose and sniffed it, savouring the smell of Abbey’s juices that had leaked from her throbbing cunt.
Then he passed the thong to the gang boss who was still standing in front of Abbey and gestured that he should also smell it, and afterwards share it with his companions.
Abbey gulped as she saw how the men reacted to the smell of sex that her thong betrayed.
By now, the men were drunk and they had lost all their inhibitions. The sight of the naked woman in front of them, and the unmistakable smell of her arousal was more than they could stand. As a group, they stumbled unsteadily forward and began to paw roughly at Abbey’s breasts and body.
One man was larger than the others, and he managed to elbow his way closer to Abbey. He wrapped his arms around her waist, and she could feel his calloused hands running up and down her back as he squeezed her tightly as if he wanted to squeeze all the breath out of her. This caused her tits to be pressed up against his face as he was not very tall, and Abbey was still wearing the high heel shoes that Joe had insisted she should wear.
The workman took advantage of this position to take one erect nipple in his mouth and suck on it sharply. Abbey jerked as his mouth clamped over her nipple. She gasped in sweet pain as he bit the sensitive nipple, and as his rough hands then groped at the tender flesh of her ass.
Before Abbey had a chance to take in what was happening, two other men pulled the man away from her, causing his teeth to graze her erect nipple as his mouth was pulled away.
She could see the two men who were jostling each other to take the place of the first man, and she expected that she would be treated to the same behaviour, but she was mistaken. Instead of attacking her breasts and nipples, the man who had succeeded in pushing his companion out of the way, simply let his hand fall to grope roughly between her legs.
His dirty fingers felt painful as he thrust them hard against her pussy lips, not caring that he was inflicting pain on her. His fingers were cut and cracked from working without gloves, and they scratched Abbey’s swollen pussy. His probing fingers found her clit and began to rub it furiously. This should have been arousing, but he was so rough that all Abbey could feel was pain.
Then her assailant was pulled away before he could do permanent damage to Abbey’s cunt and he was replaced by yet another of the drunk group. This time instead of groping Abbey’s tits or cunt, the man unzipped his pants and pulled out his stiff cock. Abbey did not need any persuading to yet again drop to her knees and this time open her mouth to take his cock into her mouth.
She had just begun to suck on his cockhead when the man thrust violently into her mouth. Taking her head in his hands, he jerked forcefully back and forth, fucking her mouth. Luckily his cock was small so he did not hit the back of Abbey’s throat and make her gag, but she was almost unable to breathe as he thrust his hips rapidly back and forth.
After a few minutes, Abbey could feel his cock swell and she knew that he was about to cum. She tried to pull away so that he would not cum in her mouth, but she was unable to do so. As he gasped his orgasm, he came in Abbey’s mouth, filling it with his hot sperm.
Abbey was not able to swallow all of the cum that spurted from the man’s cock, and some dribbled out of her mouth and dripped onto her chin and from there to her tits. Abbey knew that she looked like a whore as she knelt on the ground and as the cum spilled from her mouth.
Half dazed from the mouth fucking she had just received, Abbey did not resist as she was pulled to her feet and pushed towards a roughly made table used to hold tools in the middle of the room. There, she was pushed face down and her legs were spread open. As her face was pushed against the rough wood table, it was scratched by splinters of wood.
Abbey knew what was about to happen, but as long as her Master Joe did not order her to rise, Abbey did not try to resist.
There were seven men in the work gang, and all seven took turns to fuck Abbey. This meant that the man she had sucked was able to recover and fuck Abbey again.
Most of the men fucked Abbey’s cunt, but one of them was adventurous and fucked her ass, which Abbey had never experienced before. It was a painful new experience, and Abbey hoped that her Master would not expect her to repeat this as it left her sore and fearful that something inside had been damaged.
All the men had fucked Abbey raw, so by the time they had finished with her, she had cum dripping from her cunt and ass and running down her legs. Her hair was a mess, she had dried cum on her chin and tits, and she felt violated in all her holes – and she loved the feeling.
Finally, Joe signaled that the evening’s entertainment had ended, and he gave Abbey the raincoat to wear until they arrived home.
Abbey’s body had been so ravaged that she needed Joe’s support to cross the street to their apartment. Finally, they were home, and Abbey automatically headed towards the bathroom in order to clean herself. However, Joe stopped her before she could enter the bathroom.
“No,” he said. “I don’t give you permission to clean yourself. You will sleep tonight with the marks and evidence of your abuse on and in you. You will wear panties to make sure that the cum from your cunt and ass is preserved as much as possible.”
With that, Joe took the coat off Abbey and told her to go to bed. Joe also went to his bedroom, satisfied with how the evening had turned out.
Abbey was exhausted and after taking off her shoes and putting on a pair of panties, she fell asleep almost immediately although she dreamed about being continuously ravaged by gangs of men.
Joe also slept early and woke early.
In the morning when she finally woke up, Abbey found that Joe was already awake and sitting in front of his laptop. Glancing at the screen, Abbey was horrified to see that Joe was playing a video of the workmen humiliating and fucking her.
“But….but…” Abbey stammered. “How….when….?”
Joe smiled, and said. ‘Yes Abbey, now it looks like you are becoming quite an accomplished porn star.”
Abbey’s heart sank as the implication of what Joe had said slowly entered her consciousness.
“Now go and shower. You smell like a whorehouse after payday,” Joe laughed.
Secretly pleased, but without speaking, Abbey walked to the bathroom and stepped into the shower, still wearing the panties she had worn the night before.
After showering, and reluctantly washing off the sticky cum that had dried on her body during the night, Abbey began to prepare for work. Although she was living with Joe, and she did not have any expenses for food or rent, Abbey still had her obligation to send money to support her family. She could not ask Joe for this money as he had made it clear that her family was not his responsibility. That’s why Abbey continued to work as a waitress at Chow King. She always served the group of Western men who were Joe’s friends, and some of whom had been at the party where she had been so humiliated.
Although it had only been the previous night that Abbey had been used by the group of construction workers, Abbey had not thought of the long term consequences of what had happened. She soon found out as she left the apartment building and crossed the street to walk to work.
She was not dressed as she had been the day before, but the workers had obviously not forgotten what she looked like. As she passed the construction site, Abbey was embarrassed to hear the comments that were shouted at her. The least crude comment was “puta” which means ‘whore’ in Tagalog. Others shouted how much they had enjoyed fucking her and asked when they could expect her next visit.
Abbey’s face turned bright red as the comments and insults were shouted aloud so that others passing by could hear. Naturally, they looked to see who the comments were aimed at, and this increased Abbey’s embarrassment and humiliation.
Abbey realised that this was going to be her daily walk of shame as she passed the construction site on her way to work, but she also knew that she did not want it to stop. The humiliation was making her feel that she deserved to be treated like a street whore, and that she had to accept whatever consequences there were from obeying her Master’s wishes.
Before she had left the apartment to go to work, Joe had handed her an envelope and instructed her to open it only when she arrived at work and to do exactly what was written on the paper inside. Abbey’s thoughts went crazy trying to imagine what her Master wanted her to do at work, and she was tempted to open the envelope as she walked to her job. However, she was also afraid that Joe would discover if she did that and that he would be angry. Abbey knew that she had to keep Joe satisfied so that she could continue living with him because the money that she saved by not having to pay rent or food was helping to make sure that her nieces would be able to receive a good education and be dressed and fed well.
Finally, Abbey arrived at Chow King and went straight to the staff changing room. She opened her locker and taking out her uniform she hung it up in preparation for changing out of her own clothes and putting on the corporate uniform. As she began to unbutton her blouse, she remembered the envelope, and with trembling hands, she took it out of her handbag.
Opening the envelope, Abbey saw a single sheet of paper folded in half inside. Carefully taking the paper out of the envelope, Abbey unfolded it and read the single line that was written on it.
The instruction was short and clear. ‘Do not wear your bra at work today, and leave the top three buttons of your blouse unbuttoned.’
Abbey gasped as she read what Joe had ordered her to do, and then realised what effect his instructions would have on the customers as she waited on them. She knew that every man she served would stare at her unbuttoned blouse hoping to catch a glimpse of her tits, especially as she leaned forward to place plates on the table. She also knew that every woman would instantly think that she was trying to make extra money by making men understand that she was available for sex for cash.
However, Abbey knew that she had no choice because Joe would come in later to meet his group of friends and he would see if she had obeyed his instructions or not. Abbey carefully returned the paper to the envelope and placed it back in her handbag. Then, taking a deep breath and turning away from the other waitresses in the changing room, Abbey took off her blouse and hung it in her locker.
She glanced around to see if any of the other waitresses were watching her, but they were busy chattering about some famous singer. Quickly, before she lost her nerve, Abbey reached behind her back and unhooked the white, lacy bra that she only put on a short time before. Letting it slip down her arms, she shivered as her naked breasts were exposed to the cool air from the air conditioning.
Abbey’s nipples hardened because of the cool air that blew across them, but also because she knew that she was going to spend all day embarrassed as men would be able to see that she wasn’t wearing a bra and that her nipples visible through the white blouse she wore would be on show throughout her shift.
Abbey hurriedly put on her white work blouse, being careful to follow Joe’s instructions to leave the top three buttons undone. Then she slipped out of her skirt, hung it up and pulled on her regulation uniform skirt.
Abbey was the last waitress to leave the changing room, so none of the others saw how she was dressed. However, the manager saw and blinked at the sight of Abbey’s stiff nipples clearly visible under her blouse, and her cleavage threatening to reveal her soft white breasts completely.
Although the way that Abbey was wearing her blouse was not according to the uniform regulations, the manager decided to say nothing because as a 22 year old man whose girlfriend had broken up with him three weeks previously he was immediately interested in the sight of what Abbey was revealing to the world.
Abbey blushed bright red as she walked to the table where Joe’s friends were sitting, thinking o how many of them had seen her previous humiliation, and how they would now be convinced that she was a slut.
Just then, the door opened and Joe walked in and approached the table where Abbey was about to take food and drink orders from the assembled group.
Before she could say anything, Joe examined her closely and smiled on seeing that she had complied with his instructions. Turning to his friends, he said “I told you I could make her show what an obedient slut she is by making her dress like this for work. So you’ve lost your bets – pay up.” And he laughed as it was obvious that Abbey was embarrassed on hearing what he had just said.
Abbey’s blush deepened as she understood why Joe had wanted her to dress in this way – he wanted to prove that she was completely under his control even in public.
And he had proved that she was now his to do anything with.
One of Joe’s friends was reluctant to pay Joe for the bet he had lost.
“That’s not a fair proof that she will do anything you want,” he protested.
Others agreed that making Abbey come to work without a bra and with buttons on her blouse undone was not really a good test. Joe would have to make Abbey do something else to prove his claim and win his bet.
Joe quickly glanced at Abbey and at the other tables in the restaurant. He decided that this was a good opportunity to accept the challenge to demonstrate that Abbey was completely under his control.
As he had just entered the restaurant, Joe was sitting at the end of the table. He reached over and picked up a glass of water that Abbey had placed on the table.
“Watch” he said, and slowly poured some water on the front of Abbey’s blouse. The cold water caused Abbey to jump back, but it also caused her blouse to become almost transparent, and her boobs, and especially her nipples, to become visible to all the group.
Abbey started to turn away, thinking that she should change her blouse, but Joe stopped her by reaching up and grabbing her by her very visible left tit. That shocked Abbey almost as much as feeling the cold water soak her blouse. Until then, Joe had never touched her body even when she was only wearing bra and panties in his apartment and sitting at his feet in the submissive pose that she had grown to love and desire.
This action caused a few eyebrows and a few smiles to become obvious in the group sitting at the table.
“You have to continue working like that” he ordered, as he casually twisted her nipple so that it hardened even more than the cold water had caused.
Abbey had no choice but to obey in spite of her extreme discomfort physically and emotionally.
Then Joe removed his hand from Abbey’s breast and deliberately poured some water on the floor in front of where Abbey was standing.
Abbey was not sure why Joe had done this, but she knew that it had something to do with showing that he was her Master and that he had complete control over her. Abbey was right in her surmise.
“Now Abbey,” Joe said. “I want you to clean up the water from the floor.”
Abbey was relieved to hear that this was all she had to do, but Joe had not finished speaking.
“Clean it up with your tongue.”
Abbey hesitated, but she sank to her knees as if she were hypnotised. Then she crouched down and bracing herself on her hands to carry out the disgusting task, she lowered her head until her mouth hovered inches above the small pool of water that she had to remove.
Abbey was conscious that all eyes at the table were watching to see whether she would use her tongue to clean the water spill or whether she would refuse. Abbey knew that if she refused, Joe would lose his bet, and he might decide to throw her out of his apartment. She couldn’t afford for that to happen. She needed to continue to send money to support her family especially as her sister-in-law had recently lost her job and she and her two daughters depended on the money from Abbey for their daily needs.
As those thoughts flashed through Abbey’s brain, she automatically lowered her mouth to the pool of water on the floor and, opening her mouth, she started to lap at the water as if she were a dog or a cat.
The floor tiles felt smooth on her tongue, but the water began to spread further away as the movement of her tongue disturbed the small pool of water. Frantically, Abbey moved her face around to try to lap up the water from the polished tiles before it became too dispersed to do so.
As she moved her head back and forth, her breasts jiggled around because of her not wearing a bra and, because of the water on her blouse, the swinging movement of her breasts was obvious to all. Abbey was oblivious to how she was providing such a show for this group of foreign men until she heard the comments that they began to make about her appearance and her obedience to Joe.
Abbey’s face turned scarlet with embarrassment and with the exertion of trying to lick up all the water. She was glad when she heard Joe tell her to stop.
However, Joe had not finished showing his friends how much control over Abbey he had.
“Now Abbey, my shoes are dusty and your tongue is wet, so lick my shoes clean” Joe ordered.
There were murmurs of appreciation from a few of the men, while others waited in silence to see if Abbey would argue with Joe or perhaps even refuse to obey him.
Abbey did not hesitate to obey her Master’s command. Clutching Joe’s ankle, she slowly and lovingly began to lick the top of his shoes. When she had licked off most of the dust, Joe raised his right foot so that it rested on its heel with the sole inches away from Abbey’s face.
Abbey did not hesitate as she knew what was expected of her.
Her tongue was sore from licking the water from the tiles and also the dust from Joe’s shoes, but she immediately went to work carefully licking the rough sole of the shoe. The root of her tongue where it was attached to the bottom of her mouth ached, but she knew that she could not stop now. So, Abbey continued licking the dirt from the street off the sole of Joe’s shoe.
“OK, that’s enough Abbey” Joe said. Abbey raised her head and thought that her ordeal had finished.
But she was wrong.
“Ok guys, do you believe that I have done enough to win my bet?” Joe asked. But without waiting for an answer, he issued his final order to Abbey.
“Abbey, take off your panties NOW.”
Abbey jerked her head upward as Joe emphasised the last word. She started to get to her feet, but again Joe stopped her.
“No, take them off while you are kneeling down” he ordered.
Reluctantly, Abbey hitched up her skirt and slowly began to lower her panties. She glanced around to see if any of her co-workers were watching, but to her relief they were all busy preparing for the usual lunchtime rush of customers. However, she did not notice the young manager sitting in a nearby booth observing what she had done, and she certainly did not notice that he was filming her humiliation on his phone.
With her skirt hitched up, Abbey’s ass was in plain sight as she struggled to take off her panties. It was very awkward to pull them past her knees, but finally they were around her ankles. That was when Joe signalled to the man sitting opposite him to reach down and fondle Abbeys bare ass.
Abbey’s heart felt like it would stop as she saw that the hand stroking her ass and the fingers slipping between her legs did not belong to Joe as she could see that he had both hands on the table.
The feeling of being treated like a worthless whore as she knelt on the floor in public while being groped by a stranger was so powerful that Abbey almost had an orgasm from shame and humiliation. Her knees hurt; her back ached from crouching for so long; her tits were wet from the water Joe had spilled on her blouse; her tongue ached; and she was overwhelmed with the emotional joy of knowing that she was capable of sinking to any depth that her Master Joe demanded of her.
And demand he did.
“Now take off your panties.”
Abbey struggled to obey, but finally she was able to remove them while trying to keep her balance and also slide the garment over her shoes.
“Now, give them to me” said Joe.
Abbey hurried to obey and waited to discover what her Master was going to do with them.
As she was still kneeling down, Abbey could not see clearly what Joe was doing, but she soon found out when Joe returned her panties to her.
“Put them on again.”
The man who had been groping her ass and cunt had stopped when he saw what Joe had done with the panties.
Still kneeling, Abbey struggled once more to repeat the actions in reverse that she had just completed.
Finally, she was able to cover her bare ass and she thought that she would be allowed to continue with her work.
“Stand up and pull down your skirt.”
Abbey climbed slowly and painfully to her feet and smoothed down her skirt. As she did so, she began to feel a burning sensation around her pussy.
When she looked at Joe’s hand, she realised that he was clutching a bottle of chilli sauce.
“You may not take off your panties until you arrive home. Now get back to work.”
Abbey was almost in tears at the thought of having to complete her shift with the hot sauce burning her pussy while she walked around the restaurant, but she knew that she did not dare to disobey her Master.
“Well guys, I think that I have more than won my bet. Pay up.”
Joe smiled as Abbey slowly walked off with her pussy lips on fire with every step she took.