Humiliation?

Humiliation and its evil twin cousin, degradation, are two of my favorite things.

There is such a deep and intimate "fuck you" to everything that we build up as humans through humiliation. It sheds our egos, our id, and our pretending that we're all so much when in reality we're very much just insignificant specs... when you tear someone down to their base emotional self, and tell them that they're not good enough, or strong enough, or that they aren't worth enough (for anything), and watch them just collapse. That moment, when they just give up to it all, is one of the most beautiful things I've ever seen.

The process of figuring out what it is that will get someone there is also such a rewarding art form for me. Often, it's just little bits and pieces that you glean through casual conversation. "I'm going to use that against you later" is always a promise for mutual pleasure, more than a threat... because not everyone gets off on humiliation, and I wouldn't have any interest in doing it to someone who doesn't get off by it... well, other than maybe my shitty neighbors, but that's a different story.


For me, emotional sadism is far more rewarding for me than purely physical sadism almost every time (and there are certainly exceptions), because there's such a delightful power in being able to destroy someone with nothing but your words, or through a few simple actions, coupled with a story that the recipient wants so desperately to run from.

So well put. The bolded part: I do that, exactly, too! Few things are more satisfying. Finding something in passing - a small emotional button like that - is like finding a scrap of a treasure map that, when one day assembled, will lead to One-Eyed Willie's rich stuff.

And I reiterate your point that humiliation is volatile and should not be treated lightly. If used without full knowledge of the connotations, it has the potential to do lasting harm to the humiliatee, and to one's relationship.
 
My god reading this thread is just a wonderful thing,it's taken me so long to try and come to terms with my need for humiliation, it goes against so many of Society's core beliefs. To read so many of you who seem to take this as some sort of an art form is excellent, I hope one day to experitit
 
Learned to like. It

At first I was not happy at all with what my husband subjected me to. He and his friends would call me whore in public, never my name, and constantly grope me in front of others, including people imwork with. And lots of other things of course
 
At first I was not happy at all with what my husband subjected me to. He and his friends would call me whore in public, never my name, and constantly grope me in front of others, including people imwork with. And lots of other things of course

At first?

So you learned to enjoy it?
 
Holy cats, all of this!

Yesterday, in the Oral Servitude thread I wrote about being stripped of the pride I had in my awesome cock worshiping skills. The man I was with felt the same about pride and ego; these were the things that kept a girl from truly submitting.

Being humiliated and debased not only strips away that arrogance of self but - for me - it helps break down that "good girl" facade that keeps a wall around my willingness to leap joyfully in to the fire.

This stripping away creates a more humble and vulnerable place, which, in turn creates a space for my brain to say yes to genuine service.

As I've gotten older, the switch has flipped from appreciating physical pain to craving emotional pain. I love the mind-fuckery that someone puts in to making me get all twisted up in arousal and confusion. Crawl inside my brain, please! Shatter me in to 1000 pieces and help me put them back together in a different way. Your own personal puzzle.

There's a part of me that doesn't even want the traditional "stuff" of love anymore. I'd rather have a partner who listens, who finds arousal in my hot mess and figures out a way to use it for our mutual pleasure/benefit later.

Don't bring me flowers. Or do but make me spread my ass cheeks as you use my ass for a vase, slowly sliding each stem in as you tell me about your day.

Very well written sentiments.
 
Holy cats, all of this!

Yesterday, in the Oral Servitude thread I wrote about being stripped of the pride I had in my awesome cock worshiping skills. The man I was with felt the same about pride and ego; these were the things that kept a girl from truly submitting.

Being humiliated and debased not only strips away that arrogance of self but - for me - it helps break down that "good girl" facade that keeps a wall around my willingness to leap joyfully in to the fire.

This stripping away creates a more humble and vulnerable place, which, in turn creates a space for my brain to say yes to genuine service.

As I've gotten older, the switch has flipped from appreciating physical pain to craving emotional pain. I love the mind-fuckery that someone puts in to making me get all twisted up in arousal and confusion. Crawl inside my brain, please! Shatter me in to 1000 pieces and help me put them back together in a different way. Your own personal puzzle.

There's a part of me that doesn't even want the traditional "stuff" of love anymore. I'd rather have a partner who listens, who finds arousal in my hot mess and figures out a way to use it for our mutual pleasure/benefit later.

Don't bring me flowers. Or do but make me spread my ass cheeks as you use my ass for a vase, slowly sliding each stem in as you tell me about your day.

Beyond awesome.
 
Humiliation and being degraded. As I have grown older I have found that I love it. Not sure I would have liked this when I was younger.

Hands tied behind my back, slapped around, called names, some CBT. Made to crawl worship her, her feet, her ass. maybe she uses the riding crop on me... perfect
 
I was wandering around another forum and forgot I'd posted this about "hands free orgasms." Seemed like it fit under the category of humiliation. Thought I'd share it here...

I was thinking about this... being fucked, told not to move. If I moved, he would stop. Stop everything, take out his cock, get off me. We're in bed, only my hands are tied over head. Knees pulled up to chest but not tied which makes moving my choice.

He fucked me but I moved.

He got off me and looks at my swollen pussy and tells me how wet I am. A smirk in his voice, he'd comment on how it looked like a fish out of water, gasping for air which made me totally self conscious, a little humiliated which - of course - gets me more wet. Stroking his wet cock near me, he asked - are you going to move this time? I'm panting, squirming. He says "you're moving. Just try being obedient, ok?" -- he leans over the bed and says DO NOT FUCKING MOVE.

He takes his fingers and gently opens up my pussy lips. Says things like "this is mine" "it's so pink and wet" "i own this cunt" and I feel his finger pulling open lips, shutting them and squeezing, pulling back open.

I'm begging, please, please please please - he laughs. Please what? Please fuck me. He asks "are you going to move" no no no no - I"m just saying that over and over. no no no no. He climbs between my legs and pushes his cock in me. I try to stay still. He's moving so slow. I keep knees pulled up and open and focus on not moving but it's just instinctual to move hips to match his thrust.

I'm hoping he doesn't notice or the thinks I'm such an awesome fuck he won't stop, he keeps up the slow steady pace, he knows I'm getting closer to cumming and he stops. Keeps his cock in me but he stops and I do not stop, I'm moving. Uh oh... I'm moving...

He pulls his cock out and my cunt is screaming, I'm torn between whether I should beg for forgiveness beg for his cock or if I should just stop moving and shut the fuck up. I feel my pussy just clenching madly - the fish out of water image flashes through my brain - and I start to cry. As soon as I start to cry I start to cum.

I'm cumming and he's not touching me. It feels weird and empty and I know I"m in trouble for moving and now for cumming without permission but it felt amazing and deep and I felt all cunt - I was nothing but cunt at that moment.
 
A quick question:

Is there a tradition for public humiliation here on Literotica?

It would interest me very much...:)
 
I made a suggestion over at the Fetish board.

Being made to 'engage' with a man is truly humiliating to me...

Still, I would, just to get attention from woman.
 
Sorry!

I mean, have people engaged in humiliation play here on the forums...? In public view, so to speak?

There are posts here and there where a PYL has ordered his/her pyl to post something in public and invite people to post humiliating stuff about them.

It never goes anywhere. It comes across as lazy on the PYL's part and people really don't (generally) care to participate in someone else's game when it won't benefit them in any way.
 
I was wandering around another forum and forgot I'd posted this about "hands free orgasms." Seemed like it fit under the category of humiliation. Thought I'd share it hereare tied over head. Knees pulled up to chest but not tied which makes moving my choice.


I'm cumming and he's not touching me. It feels weird and empty and I know I"m in trouble for moving and now for cumming without permission but it felt amazing and deep and I felt all cunt - I was nothing but cunt at that moment.

It is a hot story!
Wow.
 
Humiliation can be a major turn on for some when it's done right. Or can leave a big physiological scar when the wrong button is pressed. I love being harshly humiliated and casting cruel remarks as well. But I/we (me, hubby,friends) typically reserve it for those that we know well enough to know wants hot or simply hurtful. Using humiliation points that are out of someones control my be overly hurtful. Calling a girl that has been struggling with weight issues a fat whore may be bad. Or telling a man his cock is tiny and worthless when he has self-esteem issues about his dick is bad. If you really don't know someone that well tread lighty on the humiliation.
 
I've never really been humiliated before, but it's something I take an interest in. I have a thing for being spanked, scolded, given timeouts like a child. I'm also interested in trying diapers and pacifiers, partially due to me being somewhat of a 'little' and partially because it really sounds like something that would make my face flush bright red. One sort of humiliating fantasy I've had for a while is being a brat on a long car ride and finally who ever is driving pulls over and gives me a spanking, or being spanked in a dressing room at the mall or somewhere else. In the dressing room fantasy, I always imagine having to buy a thong to wear after I've been spanked and having to walk around with my skirt flipped up and tucked in to my waistband so everyone can see my red butt. Oh my god, I'm blushing just thinking about it...
 
I've never really been humiliated before, but it's something I take an interest in. I have a thing for being spanked, scolded, given timeouts like a child. I'm also interested in trying diapers and pacifiers, partially due to me being somewhat of a 'little' and partially because it really sounds like something that would make my face flush bright red. One sort of humiliating fantasy I've had for a while is being a brat on a long car ride and finally who ever is driving pulls over and gives me a spanking, or being spanked in a dressing room at the mall or somewhere else. In the dressing room fantasy, I always imagine having to buy a thong to wear after I've been spanked and having to walk around with my skirt flipped up and tucked in to my waistband so everyone can see my red butt. Oh my god, I'm blushing just thinking about it...

that sounds so good.it would be so much fun to do that to you.
the mall you might get in trouble. but pull over in a rest stop or just off the road some where. bent over the hood and spanked
 
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