Day 9: Humiliation Play

Day 9: Humiliation Play

Ava knelt on the floor, her head bowed, her hands resting in her lap as her body trembled under the weight of Deborah's gaze. The room was thick with tension, the air heavy with the unspoken commands that hung between them. Deborah stood over her, her posture relaxed but her eyes sharp, every bit the commanding figure she was on stage, but now, in this intimate setting, her power was focused entirely on Ava.

"Look at you," Deborah drawled, her voice dripping with amusement as she paced slowly around Ava, her heels clicking softly against the floor. "Down on your knees, waiting for me like a good little pet."

Ava's breath hitched, her heart racing as her eyes flicked upward, catching the glint of satisfaction in Deborah's eyes before quickly lowering them again. She could feel the heat rising in her cheeks, the shame mingling with the arousal that had been building ever since Deborah had first given her the command to kneel.

Deborah's smirk widened as she came to a stop in front of Ava, her fingers reaching out to gently lift her chin, forcing Ava to meet her gaze. "Tell me," Deborah murmured, her voice low and teasing, "how long have you been waiting for this? How long have you wanted to be put in your place?"

Ava's breath came in shallow gasps, her body trembling as she struggled to find her voice. "I... I don't know," she whispered, her voice barely audible, her eyes flicking away again as the shame washed over her.

Deborah's grip tightened on her chin, forcing her to keep her gaze up. "Don't lie to me," she growled, her voice thick with command. "You know exactly how long. You've wanted this since the day you first met me, haven't you?"

Ava whimpered softly, her heart racing as the truth of Deborah's words hit her. She had always been drawn to Deborah's power, her dominance, even before she realized it herself. And now, here she was, kneeling at her feet, waiting for whatever Deborah had in store for her.

"Admit it," Deborah whispered, her voice soft but laced with authority. "You've wanted me to humiliate you. You've wanted me to remind you of your place. Say it."

Ava's cheeks burned with embarrassment, but the arousal thrumming through her veins was impossible to ignore. "I... I've wanted it," she whispered, her voice shaky with a mixture of shame and desire.

Deborah's smirk widened, her thumb brushing lightly over Ava's bottom lip. "Louder," she commanded, her voice sharp. "I want to hear you say it. I want to hear you admit what a filthy little slut you are."

Ava's breath caught in her throat, her body trembling under the weight of Deborah's words. But despite the humiliation, or perhaps because of it, the desire inside her grew stronger, the need to submit, to give in completely to Deborah's control, consuming her.

"I've wanted it," Ava repeated, her voice louder now, though still trembling with shame. "I've wanted you to... to humiliate me. To put me in my place."

Deborah's smirk deepened, her eyes gleaming with satisfaction as she let her hand drop from Ava's chin, stepping back slightly to admire the way Ava knelt before her. "Good girl," Deborah murmured, her voice full of dark amusement. "Now, let's see just how far you're willing to go for me."

Ava's heart pounded in her chest, her breath coming in ragged bursts as she waited for Deborah's next command, her body already aching with need. She had never felt so exposed, so vulnerable, and yet, the thrill of being completely at Deborah's mercy sent a wave of heat through her.

Deborah circled her again, her eyes never leaving Ava as she spoke. "I want you to tell me everything," she said, her voice soft but firm. "All the filthy little things you've thought about. All the things you've imagined me doing to you. Don't leave anything out."

Ava's face burned with shame, but the command in Deborah's voice left no room for hesitation. She swallowed hard, her mind racing as she tried to find the words, the heat of her own desires almost too much to admit out loud. "I've... I've imagined you... using me," Ava whispered, her voice barely above a whisper.

Deborah raised an eyebrow, her smirk widening. "Using you? How?" she asked, her voice teasing but laced with authority. "Be specific. I want details."

Ava's breath hitched, her body trembling with the weight of Deborah's demand. "I've imagined you... tying me up. Making me beg for it. Making me... come, over and over, until I can't take it anymore," Ava admitted, her voice shaky as the words spilled from her lips.

Deborah's chuckle was low and dark, her eyes gleaming with satisfaction as she watched Ava squirm under her gaze. "That's more like it," Deborah murmured, her voice full of amusement. "Go on. What else?"

Ava's body trembled, her breath coming in short gasps as she forced herself to continue. "I've imagined you... degrading me. Calling me... names. Telling me how worthless I am," she whispered, her voice thick with shame.

Deborah's smirk widened, her eyes darkening with approval. "Oh, I can do that," she purred, her voice dripping with promise. "I can remind you exactly how worthless you are. But first, I want you to tell me how much you love it. How much you love being my little slut."

Ava's breath caught in her throat, her body trembling with the weight of Deborah's words. But despite the shame, or perhaps because of it, the need inside her burned hotter than ever. "I love it," Ava whispered, her voice barely audible. "I love being your little slut."

Deborah's chuckle was dark and full of satisfaction as she reached down, gripping Ava's hair and tilting her head up to meet her gaze. "Good," she growled, her voice thick with authority. "Because that's exactly what you are. Nothing but a filthy little slut, waiting to be used."

Ava whimpered softly, her body trembling as the humiliation washed over her, intensifying the heat between her legs. She had never felt so exposed, so vulnerable, and yet, the thrill of being completely under Deborah's control sent waves of pleasure through her.

Deborah's grip on Ava's hair tightened, pulling her head back further as she leaned down to whisper in her ear, "And you're going to beg me to fuck you, aren't you? Because that's all you're good for."

Ava's breath hitched, her body trembling with need as she forced herself to speak. "Please..." she whispered, her voice weak with desperation. "Please, Deborah... fuck me."

Deborah chuckled softly, her breath hot against Ava's ear as she murmured, "You're going to have to beg a little harder than that, sweetheart."

Ava's heart raced, her body shaking with the intensity of her desire as she lowered her head further, her voice trembling with need. "Please... please fuck me, Deborah. I'll do anything. Just... please."

Deborah's smirk deepened, her grip on Ava's hair tightening as she straightened up, looking down at her with a mixture of satisfaction and amusement. "That's more like it," Deborah murmured, her voice full of dark promise. "Now, get on the bed. It's time to show you just how worthless you really are."

Ava scrambled onto the bed, her body trembling with anticipation as she positioned herself on her hands and knees, her breath coming in short, shallow bursts. The shame and humiliation of Deborah's words still burned in her chest, but that only made the arousal coursing through her veins even more intense. Her mind spun with the intoxicating mix of degradation and desire, her body aching for Deborah to follow through on every cruel promise.

Deborah stood at the edge of the bed, watching Ava with that familiar smirk, her eyes gleaming with satisfaction as she took her time, letting Ava stew in the tension. She liked seeing Ava like this—nervous, needy, and desperate for her approval.

"Look at you," Deborah said, her voice dripping with condescension. "So eager to be fucked, aren't you? Do you even care who's watching? Or are you just that much of a slut?"

Ava's breath hitched, her body trembling as she glanced over her shoulder, her cheeks flushed with a mixture of shame and need. "I don't care," she whispered, her voice barely audible but laced with desperation. "I'll do anything."

Deborah chuckled softly, her fingers trailing over Ava's exposed skin, teasing the curve of her ass before delivering a sharp slap that made Ava gasp. "Good answer," Deborah murmured, her voice low and satisfied. "But don't think for a second I'm going to make this easy for you."

Ava's body tensed as Deborah climbed onto the bed behind her, her fingers brushing over Ava's hips, sending a wave of anticipation through her. Deborah's grip was firm, commanding, her fingers digging into Ava's skin as she positioned herself, the thick strap-on pressing teasingly against Ava's entrance but not pushing in just yet.

"You're going to have to work for it," Deborah said, her voice sharp with authority. "I want you to fuck yourself on my cock. Show me how much you need it."

Ava's breath caught in her throat, her heart racing as Deborah's words sank in. She had never been in a position like this—completely humiliated, forced to prove herself to Deborah—but the sheer intensity of it made her body tremble with need.

Without hesitation, Ava began to rock her hips back, the thick strap-on stretching her inch by inch as she moved, her breath coming in short, desperate gasps. The sensation was overwhelming, the fullness pushing her to the edge almost immediately, but she knew Deborah wouldn't let her off that easily.

"That's it," Deborah purred, her hands gripping Ava's hips as she watched her move. "Keep going. I want to see how badly you need it."

Ava moaned softly, her body trembling as she pushed back harder, each movement sending waves of pleasure through her, but the humiliation of having to do all the work kept her on edge. Deborah wasn't giving her what she wanted—not yet—and that only made her more desperate to prove herself.

Deborah's grip tightened on Ava's hips, guiding her movements as she watched her squirm. "You're so pathetic," Deborah whispered, her voice dripping with disdain. "Look at you, fucking yourself on my cock like a needy little slut. Is this all you're good for?"

Ava whimpered, her body trembling with shame as she pushed back harder, her breath coming in ragged bursts. "Yes..." she gasped, her voice thick with desperation. "I'm your slut..."

Deborah's smirk deepened, her grip on Ava's hips tightening as she finally gave in, thrusting hard and deep, the strap-on sliding inside her with a force that made Ava cry out in pleasure. "Damn right you are," Deborah growled, her voice full of satisfaction as she pulled Ava back onto her with every thrust.

The pace was relentless, Deborah's hips slamming into Ava's with a force that sent shockwaves of pleasure through her body. Ava's moans quickly turned to desperate cries, her hands gripping the sheets as she tried to hold herself together, but the intensity was overwhelming. The sound of their bodies meeting filled the room, each thrust sending Ava closer to the edge, her breath coming in ragged gasps.

Deborah's voice was low and taunting as she leaned over Ava, her hands still gripping her hips tightly. "You love this, don't you?" she hissed, her breath hot against Ava's ear. "Being fucked like this? Screaming like a little whore?"

Ava's answer was nothing more than a choked moan, her body trembling with the sheer intensity of the pleasure. "Yes... God, yes..." she gasped, her voice breaking with every word as her body moved in sync with Deborah's thrusts. "I love it... Please don't stop..."

Deborah's smirk widened, her pace quickening as she slammed into Ava harder, the strap-on stretching her to the brink. "I'm not stopping until you're screaming my name," Deborah growled, her voice full of authority as she drove Ava closer and closer to the edge. "You're going to scream for me, aren't you?"

Ava could only nod frantically, her breath catching in her throat as her body shook with every powerful thrust. She was on the edge, her body teetering between pleasure and the need for release, her mind spinning as Deborah continued to push her further.

Deborah's hands gripped Ava's hips tighter, pulling her back onto the strap-on with every thrust, each movement more deliberate, more forceful than the last. "You're mine," Deborah whispered, her voice low and dangerous. "You're going to come when I tell you to, and you're going to scream for it."

Ava's breath hitched, her body trembling uncontrollably as the pleasure built inside her, her mind spinning with the overwhelming sensation of Deborah's control. "I'm yours," Ava gasped, her voice desperate and broken as her hands fisted the sheets. "Please... I'm so close..."

Deborah chuckled softly, her hips slamming into Ava's with a brutal rhythm, her voice dripping with satisfaction. "You don't come until I say," she growled, her breath hot against Ava's ear. "Now scream for me, Ava."

Ava's body convulsed, her breath catching in her throat as she teetered on the edge of release. "Please... Please let me come..." she begged, her voice barely more than a broken whisper as her body shook with the intensity of the moment.

Deborah's thrusts became harder, more deliberate, each movement driving Ava closer to the breaking point. "Scream for it," Deborah commanded, her voice low and thick with authority. "I want to hear you scream my name when you come."

Ava's breath hitched, her body trembling violently as the tension inside her reached its peak. "Deborah!" she cried, her voice breaking as her body convulsed with the force of her orgasm, the pleasure crashing over her in waves that left her shaking uncontrollably.

Deborah didn't stop, her thrusts driving Ava through the orgasm, pushing her deeper into the pleasure until Ava was nothing more than a gasping, trembling mess beneath her. Ava's screams filled the room, her breath coming in ragged bursts as the aftershocks rippled through her, leaving her completely spent.

When it was finally over, Deborah pulled out slowly, her hands sliding gently up Ava's back as she leaned down to press a soft kiss to the nape of her neck. "Good girl," Deborah murmured, her voice full of satisfaction as she watched Ava collapse onto the bed, her body still shaking from the intensity of the release.

Ava lay there, her breath coming in short, desperate gasps as she tried to catch her breath, her mind still spinning from the intensity of the orgasm. "That was..." she muttered, her voice weak but full of affection. "Incredible..."

Deborah, still beside her, reached over and gently ran her fingers through Ava's hair, her touch surprisingly tender after the intensity of what they'd just shared. Ava leaned into the soft contact, feeling a warmth spread through her that had nothing to do with the physical pleasure and everything to do with the comfort of Deborah's presence.

Deborah chuckled softly, her hand continuing to stroke Ava's hair as she pressed a kiss to her temple. "You were incredible," she murmured, her voice a little softer now, the sharp edges of dominance replaced by a gentler tone.

Ava let out a soft hum, her body still trembling slightly, but the adrenaline was fading, leaving her feeling light and at peace. She closed her eyes, feeling the weight of Deborah's touch and the warmth of her words, grounding her after the whirlwind of sensation.

For a moment, they lay there in silence, the room still buzzing with the aftershocks of what they had just shared. Deborah's hand never left Ava's hair, her fingers moving in soothing strokes as they both caught their breath.

Eventually, Deborah shifted slightly, her voice cutting through the quiet in a tone that was firm but laced with affection. "You know," Deborah said softly, her hand still gently stroking Ava's hair, "you're not worthless."

Ava's eyes flickered open, her breath catching slightly as she turned her head to look at Deborah. Her heart skipped a beat at the unexpected tenderness in Deborah's gaze, a stark contrast to the rough, commanding tone from earlier.

Deborah's eyes softened as she met Ava's gaze, her thumb brushing lightly over Ava's cheek. "The things I said... they were for the moment. But I don't ever want you to believe any of that for a second."

Ava's breath hitched, her chest tightening at the sincerity in Deborah's words. The contrast between the harsh humiliation from earlier and the gentle reassurance now sent a rush of warmth through her, the emotional intensity almost as overwhelming as the physical pleasure had been.

"I know," Ava whispered, her voice soft but full of affection as she leaned into Deborah's touch. "I know you didn't mean it."

Deborah nodded, her thumb still brushing lightly over Ava's skin. "Good," she murmured, her voice low but full of care. "Because you're far from worthless. You're everything."

Ava's heart swelled at the words, the vulnerability in Deborah's voice something she didn't hear often, but cherished whenever it came through. She let out a soft, contented sigh, her body relaxing even more as she pressed a kiss to Deborah's hand.

"You're everything to me too," Ava whispered, her voice full of warmth as she gazed up at Deborah. "Even when you're being a complete hard-ass."

Deborah let out a soft laugh, her hand sliding down to rest on Ava's back as she gave her a playful nudge. "Someone's got to keep you in line," she teased, though the affection in her tone was unmistakable.

Ava chuckled, her body still trembling slightly but feeling more settled, more complete, as the aftercare continued to soothe the intensity of the moment. "Well, you're doing a pretty good job of it."

Deborah smiled, leaning down to press a soft kiss to Ava's lips before pulling back and resting her forehead against hers. "And I'll keep doing it, because I care about you. And that's never going to change."

Ava's eyes fluttered shut as she leaned into the moment, her heart full and warm, the afterglow of both the pleasure and the care settling deep within her. "I know," she whispered, her voice barely more than a breath, but full of meaning. "I know."

They stayed like that for a while, the intensity of the moment fading into a quiet, comfortable intimacy, with Deborah's hand gently stroking Ava's back, grounding them both in the tenderness that followed.