[Exhibitionist] Celebrate National Erotic Humiliation Day by Making Someone Blush

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Hey all, today is National Erotic Humiliation Day. To celebrate, I posted my first story on Medium (under my penname J.C. Parker). I'm posting it here, but if you could, please give it a read on Medium and show it some love.

“FEELING KINDA DOWN. I’M GOING TO RELAX AT HOME. SORRY FOR FLAKING OUT AT THE LAST MINUTE ”

Natasha sighed reading Ashley’s text to her. Natasha rested her arm on the leather couch she sat in and texted back, “YOU DON’T HAVE TO APOLOGIZE, SELF-CARE IS IMPORTANT. I’LL MAKE IT UP NEXT TIME >.” She hit send and glanced at her black combat boots shining under the fluorescent lights above her. She spent a half hour polishing her boots and almost one hundred dollars on new leather pants she thought would look great with the leather vest she wore over her white business blouse.

It was rare for Natasha to spend that much money on clothes. Kink events, like the Deviants’ Dance, were also rare, which was why she felt comfortable splurging on clothes. Located in the far west side of Ann Arbor Michigan, the 1500 square foot brick building housed a small alcohol-free bar, a large wooden St Andrew’s cross painted black, a red leather bench with a small rest for kneeling, and an open space with a large suspension hook installed in the ceiling in the back of the room.

Pushing her copper colored braids out of her face, Natasha scanned the room for any familiar faces among the dozens of guests in attendance. The only one she knew was Yeti, a large, stocky, bald man whose name was earned thanks to the long, silver, unkempt beard covering his lips. Yeti was busy acting as dungeon master and bartender for the evening. He cleaned a glass while watching a couple using the suspension hook. A White male wearing black jeans and a matching t-shirt was busy tying the ankle of his bikini-clad partner to her thigh. Once he finished tying her ankle to her leg, he gave her an open palmed slap across her ass. She let out a loud gasp, arching her back as her bright red lips smiled. Natasha rolled her eyes and checked the time on her phone, 10:13 p.m.

Before she could determine if she should end her night early, she heard a woman’s raspy voice, “I love your pants!”

Natasha nearly fell off the couch, startled as the cushion next to her collapsed from the woman who sat beside her. She wore tight blue jeans that hugged her wide hips. Tucked in her pants was a white, sleeveless top, the upper half made of sheer fabric to show the top of a white-laced brassier. Her brown hair hung just above her shoulders. She batted her blue eyes while flashing a pair of perfectly straight white teeth.

“Thanks.” Natasha forced a smile, “I don’t think I’ve seen you here before.”

“That’s because I’m new.” she stuck her hand out, which forced Natasha to lean her head back, “I’m Lauren!”

“Natasha.” Natasha released her agitation through a firm squeeze around Lauren’s hand.

“You have a nice handshake!” Lauren massaged her hand, “It’s like my boyfriend’s.”

Natasha could feel a vein above her left eyelid pulsing, “Your boyfriend? Are you both new?”

Lauren nodded, “We are. He was supposed to come tonight but he had to work late. But I’m not letting that stop me from having fun.”

Natasha closed her eyes and pinched the bridge of her nose, “And what fun is that?”

“Oh I don’t know.” Lauren shifted her weight she could rest on her knees, “I want to explore all kinds of different things.”

“With your partner at home?”

Lauren waved her hand, “We’re cool with playing with other people, we both decided to open our relationship up.”

“Yet you’ve never played with others?”

“Mhmm! He said it’s fine if I found another woman to play with but no either guys.”

Natasha turned to the bar, hoping Yeti would make eye contact so she could find an excuse to leave. Lauren’s question kept her trapped in the conversation, “What are you into?”

Natasha aimed her brown eyes at Lauren’s and made her voice sound low, “I like humiliating people.”

To Natasha’s disappointment, Lauren’s face lit up, eyes widened with her mouth open. “Ooh! That sounds fun! What kind of humiliation?”

Natasha clenched her jaw. She had to think of an answer that would send Lauren in the other direction. “I like to embarrass people by stripping them in public.”

Lauren stuck her tongue out, “That wouldn’t work on me. I love being naked. You should see my Instagram.”

Natasha sat upright and pointed over Lauren’s shoulder to the other guests in the room, “You’re telling me if you were naked in front of these folks it wouldn’t bother you?”

“Nope.” Lauren shimmied her body, “I like the attention. I have even racier pics on my Fetlife account.”

Natasha’ felt a tinge of anger when her smile broke through her stoic expression. She didn’t like playing into Lauren’s tease, but her pride got the best of her. “I could make you blush.”

Leaning in close with her hands on her lap, Lauren asked, “How would you do it?”

“I could tell you, or I could show you.” Natasha watched Lauren’s eyes shift to the side, her lower lip disappearing under her teeth.

“Will it hurt?”

Natasha shook her head, “We’d only do what you’re comfortable with. We’ll keep it non-sexual.”

“Non-sexual?”

“No genital contact, just play.”

“You could do something sexual.” She whispered as she leaned close, “I have permission.”

“Let’s just start with humiliation.” Natasha closed her eyes, “How do you feel about exposure and maybe some other things to make you blush?”

“You wooooooon’t.” Lauren hummed, “But this sounds fun!”

“Do you know the safe words?”

Lauren took a moment to silently mouth the words, “Red means stop, yellow means don’t stop but go easy.”

“Very good.” Natasha’s tone changed, projecting her voice as if she were speaking in an auditorium. She pointed to the polished wood floor in front of her, “Stand here.”

Giggling, Lauren hopped off the couch and stood in front of Natasha. She touched Lauren’s hip, forcing her to turn around. With her back facing her, Natasha’s arms slithered under Lauren’s waist, freeing the top button of her jeans with one hand and using the other hand to pull her zipper down. Natasha then gripped the sides of Lauren’s pants and pulled them down to her ankles, turning the pant legs inside out as they descended. Lauren’s peach-round ass spilled out, uncovered thanks to the purple thong she wore with the shape of a butterfly sewn in the back. Natasha dug her sharp nails into her palms, resisting the urge to swing both hands down on the flighty exhibitionist. She needed to earn her trust first.

“That’s it?” Lauren shook her hips, making her ass dance. She noticed others in the dungeon turning to see her half undressed state, admiring that she was taking focus away from the rope suspension demonstration in the corner. She lifted her right leg to step out of her pants.

“No” Natasha grabbed her leg and set it on the ground, “Keep them like this.”

“What?” Lauren stared denim bunched up over her shoes.

“Your jeans stay around your ankles.” Natasha commanded. She stood up from the couch, “Let’s get a drink.”

“Uh okay…” Lauren’s extended her arms in a “T,” using them for balance. Walking upright proved to be simple but lifting her legs high enough to step forward was not. On her third step, Lauren’s right leg remained ensnared in her jeans, forcing her to fall forward. She squealed just before Natasha grabbed her arm to hold her up.

“Thanks.” Lauren was about to let go until she realized everyone in the room heard her cry, staring at the peculiar scene she caused. Squeezing Natasha’s hand, she whispered, “I can’t walk like this.

“We will do it slowly. Come on, one foot in front of the other.”

Lauren let Natasha lead, trying to walk like she normally did, but almost stumbled a second time. As she got closer to the bar, the draft hitting her bare legs and ass made her check her surroundings, “People are staring.”
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“Isn’t that what you want?” Natasha admired the stiffness in Lauren’s legs, the way she shuffled her feet towards the bar. With her posture slumped, she moved ungracefully, as if she needed help learning how to walk again.

“Uh…sure.” Lauren kept her eyes on the ground to avoid tripping again. She frowned at how the bottom of her top curled now that it was untucked.

Yeti leaned on the bar texting on his phone when he raised his eyes to see Natasha escorting her play partner for the evening. “Who’s your friend Nat?” He stood at attention, his wide chest seeming like it might burst free from his black button up shirt.

“This is Lauren, we just met.”

“Looks like she could use a belt.” Yeti grinned, admiring the small thong that barely covered her pussy.

“Hi.” Lauren lifted her hand to give a small wave.

“We have a dare that I can make her blush.”

Lauren huddled close to Natasha as Yeti leaned over the bar to examine her.

“Hmmm I don’t see her blushing yet.” He closed one eye, staring at Lauren until she turned her head away from him, “You want anything?”

“Just Vernors.” Natasha turned to Lauren, “What would you like? I’ll buy.”

“I’m okay.” Lauren muttered, looking over her shoulder again. Some guests paused their scenes while others ended their conversation to watch what was happening at the bar.

“It’s rude not to order something. We’re his guests.”

“I’m sorry!” Lauren hung her head, her chin touching her chest, “Lemonade please.”

“Comin right up.” Yeti walked to the opposite side of the bar, returning with two short glasses. He set them on two white napkins. Natasha slid him a ten dollar bill. Lauren let her drink remain on the table, she could feel sweat accumulating on the small of her exposed back while staring at Yeti.

Natasha lifted her glass, noting that her napkin was already wet. She grabbed it and bent down, “Lift your leg.”

Lauren obeyed, watching Natasha set the napkin on the ground. She guided Lauren’s left foot over the napkin, letting it stick to her heel.

“There’s your change.” Yeti counted out four singles.

“Get me that stool please.” Natasha pointed to the brown leather stool at the other end of the bar. “Don’t lift, drag it here.”

Lauren put her left hand on the bar, inching her feet along the ground. She could hear the faint chatter from her audience get louder. She wanted to see who might be laughing at her, but fear kept her gaze on the ground. She watched her left shoe drag the wet napkin along the floor. She swallowed hard as she grabbed the stool, closing her eyes to prevent her face from getting warm.

“Hi.” A man’s voice startled Lauren.

She looked up to see a tall, White man in a black sweater and matching jeans by the St. Andrew’s cross. He had his arm around the waist of a pale woman in a red leather corset. Her black lips curved into a smile and she waved, “I like your outfit.”

“Hi. Thanks.” Lauren said as she gripped tight around the back of the chair. She wanted to hide behind it for cover. Instead, her legs locked up as she turned to present her bare backside to the couple. She squeezed her eyes shut as she pushed the chair. The sound of metal dragging along the floor made her grit her teeth as it deafened the chatter behind her. “Sorry.” She muttered, only to cringe as more laughter filled the room.

Once her change was counted, Natasha handed Yeti three dollars. “Thanks hon.” Lauren returned with the stool and presented it to her, “And thank you.”

Natasha pulled the side of Lauren’s thong off her hip before folding the final dollar over the waistband. She released it, letting it snap against Lauren’s hip. She yelped and turned around when she heard someone else laugh. It was the man who had been tying his partner by the suspension hook. He had untied her so they could both enjoy the spectacle Natasha made of Lauren.

“So Lauren you been in the scene long?” Yeti asked as he rested his large forearms on the bar.

When she didn’t respond, Natasha smiled and said, “She’s new, but she’s an exhibitionist!” she made sure to project her voice so others could here, “Isn’t that right?”

“Um-yeah.” Lauren laughed, lifting her shoulders as her hands folded over the front of her panties.

“Don’t cover up, you like to show off remember?” Natasha grabbed Lauren’s wrist and raised it above her head. Lauren’s jaw dropped, watching Natasha stare down at the small, pin-shaped dark purple stain in the center of her panties. ‘What is that?”

“Nothing?” Lauren’s grin widened as she tried to turn away.

Natasha snapped her finger and pointed, “That doesn’t look like nothing. Is this exciting you?”

With her eyes on her toes, Lauren nodded, her hands were clenched as she held them against her chin.

“I can’t have you ruining those.” Natasha hook her thumbs into both sides of her panties and pulled them down to her kneecaps.

With her pussy completely shaved, Natasha could see Lauren’s lower lips become flushed. Lauren gasped and covered her pussy with both hands. “Oh my god!” She turned around just as she heard whistles from their audience. From behind, people laughed as Lauren bent her knees, and making her ass stick out. She looked down at her pants and underwear hanging off her legs. “I look like I’m going to the bathroom.”

“Uh oh.” Natasha said as she noted Lauren’s cheeks change color. “Yeti do you see her face?”

“Mhmm.” He smiled.

Lauren tried to hide her face behind her hair. Natasha grabbed her chin and forced her to make eye contact.

“Don’t try to cheat, are you blushing?” Natasha watched Lauren squeeze her eyes shut, trying to shake her head while her grin widened. Natasha watched as her face turned from pink to red, almost as if she had an allergic reaction to shame.

Lauren felt a burning sensation traveling from her face down to her collarbone. “Dammit.” she stomped her foot. Moving lifting one hand off her crotch to cover her backside. “I was doing fine until you asked.”

Natasha curled her lip, “Yeah you were doing great acting timid when people stared at your ass.”

“I thought you were just going to strip me, not make me look ridiculous.” Lauren stared down at the wet napkin under her shoe and the dollar bill hanging on her underwear.

“That’s the point of humiliation.” Natasha touched Lauren’s shoulder, “It’s about letting ourselves be vulnerable, to be seen in a way that makes us uncomfortable. How was that for you?”

Lauren kept her hands over her sex, now that the game was over, she could feel a chill up her spine as the air touched her naked lower half. Her index and middle finger slid back and forth over her outer labia, making her body ache for more. “I felt so anxious bringing you the chair. The noise, all the people staring! My heart’s still racing. I never felt that way being naked before.”

“It’s because I chose how I wanted you to look. Imperfect, without an Instagram filter or grace.” Natasha felt her heart grow heavy watching Lauren’s eyes glisten under the light from her words. She wiped the corner of her eyes and Natasha said, “You can pull your pants up now.”

“Oh.” Lauren looked around, “I’m not going to lie, I kind of like the way you got everyone to look at me.” She bit her lower lip, “Could we keep going?”

Natasha swallowed her Vernors in one gulp, taking a moment to admire the way she made a proud exhibitionist wilt. “What else would you like to do?”

“I don’t know.” Lauren’s her knees shook. She pressed the hand over her pussy, her excitement spilling into her palm, “You first suggestion worked great so I trust you.”

Instead of answering, Natasha walked away from the bar and towards the red bench. She raised her right hand to gesture for Lauren to follow. Closing her eyes, Natasha admired the sound of Lauren’s feet shuffling toward her.