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The following is applicable to all chapters of “Humiliated by Finley:”

This is a work of fiction and is pure fantasy. Names, characters, places, and incidents are products of the author’s imagination and are used fictitiously. Any resemblance to actual events, locales, or persons, living or dead, is entirely coincidental.

For ages 18 and older only.

Chapter 1: The Setup and His Perspective
Chapter 2: Her Perspective

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The Setup

Finley and I are good friends. Maybe there's some attraction, but we're good just being friends. One day, Finley and I are talking about life and relationships and sex. We're opening up and sharing intimate fantasies. Not in a romantic way, but in an honest way that good friends do.

In a moment of friendly intimacy, I share with her that I fantasize about being embarrassed and humiliated. I'm shy about telling her, but she's a good friend, and I trust her.

She's surprised to hear about my kink, and she confides back that she has fantasized about the same thing, but her fantasy is on the other side. She fantasizes about embarrassing and humiliating guys.

We kind of sit there in shock for a second. Because I've been with girls, and I try to explain it, and they simply don't get it. I've even tried role playing, and it just turns out silly and awkward. Then Finley shares the same thing. She's tried roleplaying with boyfriends in the past, and it doesn't work. They try to make it work, but they just don't understand the kink.

Then Finley and I realize that maybe we could help each other live it out. Would it be weird? We discuss it for a while. It's exciting to talk about it and imagine that it could become reality. Of course, there's the possibility it could be weird. But on the other hand, there's the possibility that it could be absolutely amazing.

We decide to go for it.

His Perspective

My heart is racing all day, leading up to it. We've rented a hotel room. A nice room, too, at a luxury hotel downtown. Why skimp when you're going to potentially realize your fantasy?

I'm nervous, because I know sort of what's going to happen. Not everything. Finley will be calling the shots. I've told her that I'll do whatever she says. And I know it's just role play. But it's also real. Because I know she's going to see me naked. And that's wild, that Finley will see me naked. Not only will she see me naked, but she'll be actively humiliating me. I have no idea what she'll do. I've told her some of my fantasies, and she's told me some of hers. But when it comes down to it, and we're there in that hotel room, I have no idea what's going to happen. Again, she'll be calling the shots.

And that's what's so exciting about it.

My heart pounds just thinking about it. My stomach is in knots. The good kind. It's something new and exciting.

We drive to the hotel together. She has a box of things. I don't know what's in the box. She knows I fantasize about being tied up, but I don't know what's in there. Cuffs? Straps? Scarves? It's a big box. More like a trunk. A case. I have no idea.

We go up to the room. She's acting normal. Just like herself, but maybe a little colder. More stern. More teasing and taunting. I'm nervous. In a good way. I trust her. And we have a safe word and everything. But that doesn't stop me from being nervous.

I can't believe she's going to see me naked. I'm excited about that. It's like the fantasy and the reality will combine. I'll truly be embarrassed in front of her. And I can't wait. It's hard to explain.

She sits down in a big arm chair. She tells me to stand in front of her. I'm already getting hard. I can't believe Finley is going to see me naked and hard. It's making me crazy.

She has a look in her eyes. It's almost exactly the way I've pictured girls looking at me in my fantasies. It's like we're connected. This friendly, cold, taunting look in her eyes.

She starts ordering me to take off my clothes. She's stern about it. Not mean or demanding, like some stereotype of a dominatrix. She's just Finley. But it's like she's laser focused on getting what she wants. On humiliating me to the greatest extent possible. Like she's getting off on it. And I think she really is. I can see it in her eyes and I can hear it in her voice. Because even though it's role play, it's also real.

I'm standing in front of her. I'm wearing jeans, a solid red t-shirt, and powder blue boxer briefs. She says, "Okay, Ari. How are you feeling?"

I'm nervous for real, even though I know it's safe and it's just me and Finley. I'm nervous for real.

"I'm okay. I'm feeling okay. A little nervous."

"That's fine," she says. She stays distant, but she's still Finley. "I like you nervous. We'll make sure you stay nervous all night. How does that sound."

I just nod.

"Take off your shirt."

Okay. It's getting real now. Because it's really me and Finley, and we're really doing this. Even though it's pretend, it's also real.

I take off my shirt. She's seen me without a shirt before, but in this setting, I feel just as exposed as if I were completely naked. She doesn't give me another command right away. I'm standing there without my shirt on, and she's just looking at me. Like she's forming a plan of how to embarrass me more. She has this devilish twinkle in her eyes, and she's not afraid to let me see it. And the thing is, I know she's a nurturing and caring person. But here, she's different. It's not an act, though. It's like there's this part of her deep down that's a little sadistic, and now is her chance to let it out. I feel awkward and foolish. I think that's what she's going for. She seems to enjoy seeing me feeling awkward and foolish.

She leans forward, intentionally giving me a view of her cleavage. I've noticed her cleavage before, but she's never given me a view like this. I'm not all the way hard, but I'm pretty close.

She tells me to take off my pants. Can I really do this? Of course. It's a dream come true. But it's also Finley. She commands again and tells me to stop stalling. I take off my pants and step out of them. She makes me turn around. She makes me put my hands on my head. She makes me get down on the floor and crawl circles around her. She smiles as she watches me. It's her regular Finley smile. That makes it even more embarrassing. Because she's not playing a part. She's just her, making me strip for her. I'm so excited and embarrassed at the same time.

She tells me to stand up and turn away from her. She tells me to pull my underwear down to my ankles, and then stay bent over, facing away from her. I see her from between my legs. She's just looking at me, smiling. I see her studying my ass. Then I see her gazing at my balls between my legs.

"Nice balls, Ari."

Such a simple statement, but it hits me pretty good. She's looking at my balls. It's role play, but the real life Finely is looking at my real life balls.

"Stand up and put your hands behind your head. Then turn around. Face me. Show it to me." Her voice is calm, but there's a forcefulness in it.

I'm so nervous. I can't believe I'm doing this. I stand up and put my hands on my head. I'm hard and pointing straight up and out. She's going to see it. It's exciting. It's humiliating. I can't even wrap my head around it. I turn and look at her. I have a blank look on my face. I look at her face. Her eyes are examining every inch of me. She knows it's making me uncomfortable—and she seems to be genuinely enjoying that. It's not an act. She sees my blood pulsing.

I feel completely on fire, inside and out. I can't get enough of looking at her eyes. She's judging me. Sizing me up. Deciding what to do with me.

It's completely humiliating. And it's incredible.

I only wish I knew what was going through Finley's mind!

I liked it and the elements are like your other stories.

You should continue it no cliffhangers please.

hightab wrote: Thu Oct 23, 2025 10:53 pm I liked it and the elements are like your other stories.

You should continue it no cliffhangers please.

Thanks so much. I'm glad you liked this. I think it's kind of different. It was a bit of a writing exercise, so I'm not sure if I will continue it or not. We'll see. But thanks for reading and commenting.

EverythingOff wrote: Fri Oct 24, 2025 12:13 am I think it's kind of different. It was a bit of a writing exercise, so I'm not sure if I will continue it or not. We'll see.

It is kind of diffferent, that's why I liked it. Enjoying a fantasy come true but also a bit scared and embarrassed.

Britguy wrote: Fri Oct 24, 2025 7:57 pmIt is kind of diffferent, that's why I liked it. Enjoying a fantasy come true but also a bit scared and embarrassed.

Thanks! I have written a short follow-up, but from her perspective, describing what I imagine she might be feeling in the moment. Not sure if I will post it, though. It's kind of heady/cerebral.

EverythingOff wrote: Fri Oct 24, 2025 8:17 pm I have written a short follow-up, but from her perspective, describing what I imagine she might be feeling in the moment. Not sure if I will post it, though. It's kind of heady/cerebral.

Sounds interesting, I hope you do post. Those who aren't into it can just ignore it.

Britguy wrote: Fri Oct 24, 2025 9:19 pm Sounds interesting, I hope you do post. Those who aren't into it can just ignore it.

Good point. I will think about it.

Part 2: Her Perspective:

This is a rush. I really can't believe I'm watching Ari humiliate himself like this. I wouldn't have thought it would be so much fun, but it is! It's wild.

I can’t help the little smirk on my face as I watch him try not to melt. He’s so nervous, so tense—it’s adorable, really. Although he'd be mortified if I said that. Oh, good idea! I should tell him he's adorable!

"Look at you, Ari. So adorable. All naked, all for me. Hands behind your head, awaiting my instructions. I bet you're just loving this, aren't you."

Look at him fidget. I could just keep him standing there forever. I bet it's driving him insane, wondering what I'm going to make him do next. He's got no idea how depraved I can be.

There’s something absolutely delicious in the way he freezes at each command I give. His eyes darting around, wanting to catch my gaze, but nervously glancing away as soon as he does. That's a real feeling of power, meeting his eyes like that. Staring him down, and he just can't take it. This is even better than I imagined. Plus, just the plain fact that he's naked and hard in front of me. I can't imagine how that feels for him. I'll just gaze down at it and back at his eyes. Wow. What a rush. I can just look and look, and it's perfectly okay. And that mortified look in his eyes when he sees me staring at it. It's incredible.

Such power. I get to set the rules, decide the pace, orchestrate every little movement he makes. He has to do what I say, and only what I say. The power is intoxicating. I want more. And I want it to last forever.

Look at how carefully he's following my instructions. Just the sheer delight of seeing him squirm. It's almost dizzying!

And it's so much fun to pretend that it's all innocent fun for me, like I’m just teasing him for the heck of it—even though it's so obvious the effect I'm having on him. I could do this for days on end.

I lean back slightly—never taking my eyes off him—letting him squirm just a moment longer. Look at those nervous glances. He's an open book. Trying to be strong and brave, but obviously so humiliated in front of me. Why is this so much fun?

He's so easy to tease. So easy to keep on edge. Look at how he reacts to every little direction I give. Every little awkward reaction, every flustered expression, it only makes it more exhilarating for me.

He has absolutely no idea how much fun I’m having—and that makes it even better. Maybe I'll let him see me laugh, just a little. Just enough to keep him guessing. I feel like a kid playing with a new toy. And I've sure got a lot of playing to do.

Delicious torture for him.

Always fun to experiment with different concepts as a writer.

I enjoyed the dynamic between the characters. The look inside the girl's head was also a wonderful addition.