Pervert humiliated in the pillory: Part 1 - - Sex Stories

Pervert humiliated in the pillory: Part 1 -

Sitting as I was, chained to the wall of the town jail, I could hardly claim that this was unfair. Truth be told, I was in a situation entirely of my own making. From the narrow slit of a window I could see that dawn was already starting to break, which meant that my punishment would soon be due to start. Before I go in to details of that, perhaps I should tell you the story of how I ended up in this situation... I'm a complete and utter pervert, that I won't make a secret of. A particular favourite fetish of mine is humiliating women and doing degrading things to them. I remember my first "crime" (thankfully not included in my trial)... A beautiful maiden was bathing at the waterfall, just outside our town. It's a secluded spot so she thought she had perfect privacy. I would frequently hide nearby and watch her, even to this day I can picture her long red hair and ample breasts. This eventually got boring so one day I hid her clothes. It's safe to say, it was a thrill and a turn on watching her return home naked. I know I'd risk getting caught if I committed such brazen acts, luckily there was another avenue for degradation that I would not be arrested for, in fact - I'd be doing my public duty. Like every town and village in the land, we have a public pillory. The pillory is a fiendishly simple piece of engineering, perfect for the public humiliation of criminals. The criminal's neck and wrists are secured between two, thick, wooden planks which are attached to a post. This ...

... serves two purposes: 1) they are held in an uncomfortable position, on their feet but bent over 2) because the head and hands are fixed in place, the criminal is f***ed take the wrath of the crowd. rotten food and worse would be thrown by a jeering crowd. A standard sentence for a minor crime was to spend a few hours or less in the pillory. It turns me on every time I see a woman in the pillory. After my dark desires were awakened, the first woman I saw pilloried was the local bard. She was a beautiful woman: tall, slender legs, deep blue eyes and long golden hair. The guard read out her crime, she had been caught dancing on a Sunday and was to spend 2 hours in the pillory. I loved the sad, forlorn look on her face as the punishment was read out. Sometimes they fight, but she had surrendered to her jailers. I felt an erection as she walked to the pillory, leaned down and placed her neck and wrists in tot he awaiting cut-outs on the wooden board. My heart raced as the second board was lowered in to place and locked. I had wished I could fuck her there and then but the guards would never allow it. They were always there to make sure the crowd didn't go too far. No matter, I could still humiliate and debase her in other ways. I was lucky enough to be right at the front of the crowd. I'll never forget the way she looked at me as I yelled "immoral whore!", drew my arm back launched a rotten tomato that broke apart all over her face. I scored the first hit and the first taunt. She ...