Inspections & Displays

Thought as these two activities have been playing on my mind of late, I would start a thread for others to share their experiences, thoughts, fears, titilations, fantasies, plans. Having experienced both, it seems both activities can be used in a variety of ways depending on the way they are done, the way the mood is set, and the personalities of those involved. Hopefully I will experience more in the future from a variety of perspectives which will serve to initiate totally different emotions and sensations due to the diversity of setting.

The night my wonderful Master and I met and he performed his inspection of me certainly stands out in my mind as highly erotic, intimate and humbling in one....it certainly was a wonderful way to begin our life together. So anyone feel the desire to discuss or share thoughts and experiences feel free.

Catalina

I am not sure what you mean by displays.

Now inspection I understand.
It was slow...one section at a time.
I think for me it is love hate thing. Sort of like humiliation.

i'm always on display for Him, regardless. He enjoys watching me. At first this made me very uncomfortable. i don't like too much attention, especially being watched... never have been comfortable with it. i'm getting better at it, and do my best to accept that He takes pleasure in watching me do some of the simplest things.

Inspection took place about three hours after we'd first met. i was nervous enough that i had to concerntrate very hard on stopping my legs & hands from shaking after i had undressed to stand before Him. Most times now, i am inspected simply for His pleasure ... as well as to insure that i am presented in a way that is pleasing to Him (IE: shaved etc).

Inspection doesn't make me quite so uncomfortable any more, but i doubt i'll ever entirely be used to it. At least i hope not anyway ... if it were all to suddenly become too routine or too easy to submit to ... what's the pleasure in that??

Well, K and I were married before we became D/s. (Not that he wasn't always the dominant one - we've just taken it a few steps further.) But the first time we had sex, he definately 'inspected' me. As much as I would let him, since he was my first and I was embarrassed as hell.

One of my fantasies ( I think I put this on the fantasy thread a while ago) is to be inspected by really older guys. I would imagine a group of age 60+ bridge players sitting in a room, discussing the ins and outs of bridge, not particulary noticing I am in the centre of the room, naked and open for inspection. Every now and then they would come up to me...touch and talk about my attributes, my imperfections, scrutinize and compare. It never really goes beyond this point.

One of my favourite memories with my ex was being bound to a chair, legs open, nipples clamped and mouth gagged. He pulled up a chair opposite me and sat and smoked a cigarette for a while whilst just watching me. His ashtray was placed on the chair between my open legs, and everytime he wanted to flick the ash he did it purposefully, I was never really sure where that ciggie was going to end up!

But just the very act of watching him watching me, and wondering what was going through his mind was a huge turn on

YinandYang said:

One of my fantasies ( I think I put this on the fantasy thread a while ago) is to be inspected by really older guys. I would imagine a group of age 60+ bridge players sitting in a room, discussing the ins and outs of bridge, not particulary noticing I am in the centre of the room, naked and open for inspection. Every now and then they would come up to me...touch and talk about my attributes, my imperfections, scrutinize and compare. It never really goes beyond this point.

One of my favourite memories with my ex was being bound to a chair, legs open, nipples clamped and mouth gagged. He pulled up a chair opposite me and sat and smoked a cigarette for a while whilst just watching me. His ashtray was placed on the chair between my open legs, and everytime he wanted to flick the ash he did it purposefully, I was never really sure where that ciggie was going to end up!

But just the very act of watching him watching me, and wondering what was going through his mind was a huge turn on

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God, that sounds just so...what's the phrase I'm looking for...deliciously degrading?

I think having your SO do something else while the inspection is going on is worse than being the center of attention. Even just your ex smoking in front of you, it's like you're a living magazine while he puffs away.
I'm sure you must miss him..

I've never experienced either of these, but it does sound deliciously degrading. Especially the display concept, not sure why but the idea of that is really erotic to me. Hmmm

laurel-marie said:

I am not sure what you mean by displays.

Now inspection I understand.
It was slow...one section at a time.
I think for me it is love hate thing. Sort of like humiliation.

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My experience of display was with a Dom friend who thought it was a good experience for me to have. He arranged for us to visit another Dom and sub he knew and after small talk and Coke on the rocks he undressed me and began to point out what he thought were my best features, as well as give a demonstration of my high pain threshold...I was then left on display while the others had more talk and refreshments. Though it was an informal setting I was required to act appropriately and obey whatever was asked of me. The night ended with my having to present myself to the other Dominant for an inspection, but ended early due to the issues his sub was having. Thought it might have been something new for her too but apparently it wasn't and she also had permission to have sex with others which she exercised well...so never did find out what was the problem. The evening was tantalising, especially because of the leadup and how it was handled...and possibly because it was my first experience involving anyone else other than the one I was with.

I agree the inspection can be humiliating depending on the circumstances and the people involved. The one I went through on our first night together was not so humiliating as erotic though, but that was partly because we had been anticipating the moment for a few months.

Catalina

YinandYang said:

One of my fantasies ( I think I put this on the fantasy thread a while ago) is to be inspected by really older guys. I would imagine a group of age 60+ bridge players sitting in a room, discussing the ins and outs of bridge, not particulary noticing I am in the centre of the room, naked and open for inspection. Every now and then they would come up to me...touch and talk about my attributes, my imperfections, scrutinize and compare. It never really goes beyond this point.

One of my favourite memories with my ex was being bound to a chair, legs open, nipples clamped and mouth gagged. He pulled up a chair opposite me and sat and smoked a cigarette for a while whilst just watching me. His ashtray was placed on the chair between my open legs, and everytime he wanted to flick the ash he did it purposefully, I was never really sure where that ciggie was going to end up!

But just the very act of watching him watching me, and wondering what was going through his mind was a huge turn on

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LOL, I can so identify on all counts.

Catalina

I'm a submissive TV/CD (as if you couldn't tell from my avatar, lol!) and one of the things my Goddess does to/for me is that every time she buys me a new piece of feminine clothing, from a silky dress to a pair of panties or shoes, she makes me model it for her while she relaxes in a chair or on the bed, just watching me and commenting. She gets a very hungry expression on her face when the "look" is just right: the perfect pair of heels to arch my calves, the right style of panties to look so feminine and yet incongruously bulging around my penis, the way a pair of satin gloves glisten up my arms . . . I really enjoy presenting myself to her, especially when she starts telling me what she's going to do to me later involving the item: "I'm going to bend you over the table and lift your skirts and paddle you, naughty girl!" or "I can't wait to take those panties off you and shove them into your mouth." That sort of thing.

Once in a while, she's had me wear panties and a teddy or a camisole under my usual clothes when we've gone to play with our swapping friends. She's really gotten a kick out of having me undress down to my frillies in front of friends who haven't been expecting it. Fortunately, it turns out that our friends were very very turned on by it and we've all had a wonderful time. But the apprehension and feelings of submissive humiliation while I undressed for them were intense: it doesn't hurt that our male friend, Jon, is a good six inches taller than me (6'3" to my 5'9") and 9 years younger and with a slightly larger cock. Seeing his eyes look me over so dominantly in front of both my Goddess/wife and his sexy girlfriend was the best, most submissively-arousing experience I think I've had in years, maybe ever. Being both inspected by them and shown off to them made me feel very sexy, very loved and very submissive all at once.

gingermango said:

I'm a submissive TV/CD (as if you couldn't tell from my avatar, lol!) and one of the things my Goddess does to/for me is that every time she buys me a new piece of feminine clothing, from a silky dress to a pair of panties or shoes, she makes me model it for her while she relaxes in a chair or on the bed, just watching me and commenting. She gets a very hungry expression on her face when the "look" is just right: the perfect pair of heels to arch my calves, the right style of panties to look so feminine and yet incongruously bulging around my penis, the way a pair of satin gloves glisten up my arms . . . I really enjoy presenting myself to her, especially when she starts telling me what she's going to do to me later involving the item: "I'm going to bend you over the table and lift your skirts and paddle you, naughty girl!" or "I can't wait to take those panties off you and shove them into your mouth." That sort of thing.

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I can imagine how good it feels. Reminds me of this when we were directing a similar modelling performance and subsequent scenes.

Catalina

Wow, Catalina, that was a wonderful thread! Thanks for pointing it out.

Yes, what we do is often reminiscent of the pictures you posted. Modeling and display, followed by humiliation asked for and received, pain asked for and received, followed usually by orgasm and release for her and then (often) for me, if I've pleased her sufficiently.

One thing Goddess had me do last fall was have my legs waxed by a friend of ours who is an aesthetician. She asked our friend to photograph the whole process and then had me post them (starting right here ). It was an interesting experience - our friend the aesthetician knows Goddess and I are not a completely ordinary couple, but until that point I'm not sure she really believed we did more than drop risque innuendos, but that we actually lived our lives like this as much as possible. Being on display for the aesthetician, and being worked on her and transformed by her, was a tremendously exciting process.

gingermango said:

Wow, Catalina, that was a wonderful thread! Thanks for pointing it out.

Yes, what we do is often reminiscent of the pictures you posted. Modeling and display, followed by humiliation asked for and received, pain asked for and received, followed usually by orgasm and release for her and then (often) for me, if I've pleased her sufficiently.

One thing Goddess had me do last fall was have my legs waxed by a friend of ours who is an aesthetician. She asked our friend to photograph the whole process and then had me post them (starting right here ). It was an interesting experience - our friend the aesthetician knows Goddess and I are not a completely ordinary couple, but until that point I'm not sure she really believed we did more than drop risque innuendos, but that we actually lived our lives like this as much as possible. Being on display for the aesthetician, and being worked on her and transformed by her, was a tremendously exciting process.

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LOL, looks ike we both like visually documenting such moments.....does make it even more interesting.

Catalina

graceanne said:

Well, K and I were married before we became D/s. (Not that he wasn't always the dominant one - we've just taken it a few steps further.) But the first time we had sex, he definately 'inspected' me. As much as I would let him, since he was my first and I was embarrassed as hell.

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You two have a rich history and bond which seems to ahve grown in a direction you both enjoy.

Catalina

madetobeme said:

God, that sounds just so...what's the phrase I'm looking for...deliciously degrading?

I think having your SO do something else while the inspection is going on is worse than being the center of attention. Even just your ex smoking in front of you, it's like you're a living magazine while he puffs away.
I'm sure you must miss him..

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Nah...I dont really miss him, just happy at the things we shared and what he taught me. He was my Mr Right then...and now I am with my Mr Right now

what amazes me about those two things is how acute your senses become during it all... Not just sight smell and hearing, but how when you are touched even with the lightest of fingertips across your skin you kinda feel on fire or something. *sigh*

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what amazes me about those two things is how acute your senses become during it all... Not just sight smell and hearing, but how when you are touched even with the lightest of fingertips across your skin you kinda feel on fire or something. *sigh*

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Most definately....it certainly heightens the senses and induces an odd feeling of excitement and vulnerability mixed with a feeling of openness, honesty, and exposure. I would like to experience a little less comfortable, though previous times were not 100% at ease....but not overly threatening. I guess the first and second times he shared me and I was inspected to a degree there were feelings along those less than relaxed moments, but still not as raw as I can imagine it can be in the right circumstances.

Catalina

Display

My last Mistress was very much into the mental aspects of play and display and inspection, which have no lasting physical impact on the sub or slave, are very much mental tools of dominance.

Inspection was a regular part of our play on virtually every occasion and being exposed in that manner certainly made an impact on me.

However, when I think about the questions posed, I have to say that display for me was a much greater humiliation, left a far bigger impression and played a greater role in my submission on the occasions she used it. In fact, I think the one occasion that had the largest lasting impression on me was one of the more subtle.

there is a bdsm club in our city that also on occasion hosts more swing oriented events. Every year they have a mid-winter beach party. While there are areas of the club that still have the tools of bdsm laid out, and while some people attend to play bdsm, the vast majority of those who attend are vanilla swingers (if one can say swinger is vanilla). It is a great party, very sexually charged, attractive people, skimpy clothes, but it is mostly a plain party--thin a wild springbreak event more than anything else.

Two years ago my Mistress decided we should attend. As directed i met her at her place to get ready and head off to the party. She had told me not to worry about what to wear, she had an outift, befitting the beach theme picked out for me, as well as for her.

when I arrived she was all dressed and ready to go. My Mistress at the time was a very sexy, petite, dark haired, dark skinned, exotic looking woman with a great body. She was wearing a very short, sarong bottom in a floral pattern that when she walked gave the world a glimpse of her nearly totally shaved (tiny landing strip) kitty. On top she had the skimpiest of bikini tops.

For me she had laid out a very cool looking loose-fitting linen shirt and a pair of light colored linen pants. She told me to get undressed. I did as told and then, thinking ahead, began to put the pants on.

"Silly pet, that isn't all I have for you," she said and motioned me to come over to the couch she was sitting on. She then used lube to put me into a silver cock and ball ring (3 loops, one goes around everything, one around the balls, one around the base of the cock). After that she handed me a pair of floral, silky lace panties and a pair of black thigh highs to put on.

She then had me get dressed in the clothes she had laid out and inspected me. She was satisfied. I was pretty worried about the linen but looked in the mirror and decided that you couldn't see through it--and felt even more comfortable you wouldn't be able to in the dim light of the party.

Lastly she added to my outfit a cool looking braided brown leather collar, which she closed with a small lock, and left the key on her dresser--in other words it wasn't coming off all night. the collar was extremely subtle, even with the lock. It made me feel owned but I felt like no one would really take notice.

In the car on the way to the party she gave me just a few instructions, one was that she would introduce me as "Will, her pet" to everyone, including the cadre of friends of hers who were coming--most of which I had never met before. Another rule was that if anyone asked me about the necklace I was to explain I was a collared pet to her. the last was that I was expected to be nearby at all times--not necessarily hanging on her or around her, but always available by a simple gesture.

So off to the party we go. It wasn't more than five minutes after our arrival that her friends began to come up to us, and true to her word she introduced me as her pet. That mere title, being labelled it in a somewhat vanilla setting to male and female friends of hers--some of which were into bdsm and some weren't--had a profound impact on me.

The second profound moments came when she had gone into a room and sat down amongst a group of friends and other people taking the last space on the couch. She chatted for a bit, making me stew standing alone.

As I waited a very sexy woman, who was wearing a Wicked Weasel bikini bottom, a anklet, and a smile came up and began to flirt with me. She was touching and toying with me in a normal way. then she admired the braided collar. she said she loved my necklace and asked if I got it in Jamaica. I said no, and responded as told, "I'm the collared pet of that woman over there," I said with a nod of my head to my then-Mistress. She laughed and talked with me for a bit more before walking off to say something whispered to my Mistress.

A bit of time passed then my Mistress waved me over. I came to her side adn she said to sit. I said there was no space. She said of course there is. I want you to sit quietly at my feet. I did as told and as they spoke she put her dominance over me very much on display. At first she petted and stroked my head, then she reached down and twisted my nipples making me squirm and moan slightly. I sat and took it all in.

After a bit she said she wanted to dance and led me to the dance floor. As we danced she asked if I knew what the other woman had said to her. i said no. She told me that the other woman had said that she--my Mistress--had a beautiful pet adn that it was too bad i was owned because she was about to ask me to go to the playroom to f%&*." My Mistress then asked how I felt being collared and about missing out on such a sexy lay.

After a song or two I had to run to the bathroom--which was a chore given my underwear, but i kept the secret. when I returned my Mistress was dancing in a circle with the very hot woman who had almost led me away and tow men. I went over to join her and she told me to fetch drinks for the four of them and wait over at a table by the bar area. I did as told and watched them as they all were very much dirty dancing. It wasn't long before my Mistress' top was off and one of the guys was licking her nipple. then she danced with the other and he kissed her as they did and rubbed her breasts. I had to watch so as to remain ready for her whims.

After a few songs she told me she had a treat for me. She led me up to one of the playrooms and put my hands into two cuffs suspended from the ceiling, then she blindfolded me. I waited for what seemed like forever. Then I heard people come in..My mistress came over and gave me a bit of attention, rubbing me, talking softly to me, then she put a finger in my mouth.

"Can you taste how wet and hot my pussy is pet?" she asked
I said yes Mistress.
"do you know why I am so wet?"
"Because you are turned on," I answered.
"Yes, but do you know why I'm so turned on?"
"I said no."
"Because I'm about to get fucked by the two very hunky, very well hung guys you saw me dancing with and your very sexy girl friend."
I fought the shackles. I actually couldn't believe I was about to endure this. She said, "don't struggle you aren't going anywhere...and lucky you, you get to listen."
For the next hour or so i remained shackled up, hearing her moans and the moans of others, hearing her talk about the one fellow's massively perfect cock, hearing her cum over and again, hearing the unmistakable sounds of sex.
Then I heard a lull. I felt Mistress come up along side me. She began by telling me how good she had just been fucked. She then asked me if, since I was just hanging around I wanted to see her enjoy herself.
I said no listening was bad enough.
She said "Too bad because I want you to get an eyeful." with that she removed the blindfold and I saw the two men. Both were naked, both were, in fact pretty good looking, and one was, in fact, very well endowed.

My Mistress then went back to the padded play floor and got on all fours between them. The well endowed man entered her from behind and she began to blow the other fellow. She was wildly into it as were they. It was an amazing sight. As this went on the other woman came up and became to flirt with me, touching me and kissing me.
She then said that my Mistress had told her that I had a surprise for her under my clothes. She said she wanted to see what it was, and besides she wanted me naked to tease and please me better. I begged her to leave my clothes on but she would have none of it. So first she opened my shirt. then she took off my sandals, and then my pants. She then proceeded to giggle at me in panties and called the attention of the two guys over to me. All four of them had a good bit of fun at my expsense. then the other woman, knelt down kissed me once through my panties and said she had to go. As she left she said, "Just hang in there pet."

this left me exposed, chained, watching my Mistress enjoy two men for another hour.
finally when they were all spent they got up and the men left. My Mistress tormented me for a bit, spanking me, twisting my nipples, telling me how good they felt, and making me describe how I felt being so used, exposed...
After a bit we went home and played.....

oh yea!! im into inspections, perfect humiliation.

subliminalmessage said:

However, when I think about the questions posed, I have to say that display for me was a much greater humiliation, left a far bigger impression and played a greater role in my submission on the occasions she used it.

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In most ways I think I agree with you as far as my experience goes. I think the inspection can be made to be humiliating, but display can for many feel that way no matter how or what is done. Either way, they both seem to have their attraction and reward.

Catalina

This one has been on my mind of late, though I have no idea why.

oh wow
These are important hot topic for me

In D/s ownership is the key
what two beautiful things/actions to represent that ownership

I still recall my first D/s experience a short 6 months ago. I was inspected for nearly 30 minutes while being directed into various positions for the process. I was mortified the entire time and my blush was "classic" he said. I now meet with my Dominant twice a week and each session starts with an inspection which again lasts for about 30 minutes. I find that I still blush at times. For example when he gets close and whispers in my ear "did you shave that pussy for me little one?"

Regarding display, he wants to "show" me to his friends and has made arrangements for us to attend a Valentine's Day dungeon party this weekend. Just today we went into my closet where he chose the dress I will wear and then to my lingerie cabinet where he chose everything that will go underneath. I will be presented in a black velvet dress, knee length with a bolro jacket and underneath, red bra and matching garters, no panties and black stockings with rinestones seaming the backs. Black 4 inch heels will complete the outfit. He tells me I will not be required to strip down nor will I be stripped but I may be required to lift my dress for his closest Dom friends.

Each time I think about that my hands tremble...perhaps I won't go.

Blushing Bottom said:

Each time I think about that my hands tremble...perhaps I won't go.

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Then you won't know what you missed!!

Catalina

When a submissive is in My care, inspections are mandatory.

Displaying is delicious, but more of a side dish

Peace