Humiliation?

Anyone into humiliation as their primary fetish? Don't get me wrong I love so many things, but nothing puts me over the edge like being degraded and humiliated in the most cruel and mean ways. Am I alone?


Humiliation is my primary fetish. Not really the cruel part but public humiliation is great. Everything is at a higher level. I long for my Master to humiliate me
 
I'm not sure if I have a humiliation fetish or a degradation one but I love to be rough on her, call her names, make her think she's a low life worthless animal (usually go for a pig) and really go into detail, insulting her and calling her names and make her do different nasty things. I love playing these little games while she gets pleasure from it all. I think it's more of a degradation thing. I love it.
 
Humiliation is my primary fetish. Not really the cruel part but public humiliation is great. Everything is at a higher level. I long for my Master to humiliate me

That is the same case for me with humiliation being my primary fetish or turn on but it is difficult for a lot of people who are not into it to understand that
 
Primary fetish, no, but it is on my list of things that I enjoy on the condition that the person initiating it is someone that I trust/respect.
 
Maybe what I really crave isn't so much humiliation as it is self abasement. Purposely placing myself in a vulnerable situation to be "used" by someone else solely for their sexual gratification and release without having the slightest concern for my enjoyment or even comfort. To them, how I feel is irrelevant. I find this extremely arousing!
 
Maybe what I really crave isn't so much humiliation as it is self abasement. Purposely placing myself in a vulnerable situation to be "used" by others solely for their sexual gratification and release without having the slightest concern for my enjoyment or even comfort. To them, how I feel is irrelevant. I find this to be extremely arousing! I wouldn't want them to actually enjoy inflicting discomfort upon me, that would be cruel. I prefer to imagine that they just don't care. I'm just "the cocksucker" .
 
Maybe what I really crave isn't so much humiliation as it is self abasement. Purposely placing myself in a vulnerable situation to be "used" by someone else solely for their sexual gratification and release without having the slightest concern for my enjoyment or even comfort. To them, how I feel is irrelevant. I find this extremely arousing!

To be fair, the element of placing other's pleasure over my own is a strong appealing element.
 
Maybe what I really crave isn't so much humiliation as it is self abasement. Purposely placing myself in a vulnerable situation to be "used" by someone else solely for their sexual gratification and release without having the slightest concern for my enjoyment or even comfort. To them, how I feel is irrelevant. I find this extremely arousing!

elegant way of wording it. But for me its not just sexual situations and I do consider my enjoyment. I enjoy the rush I get being pushed to do something I find humiliating. If it was just for them I would not enjoy writing in a journal or telling others about the acts.
 
I love the descriptions in this thread. All of this stuff is in our heads, it is the mind and what we feed it that makes this a big turn on.

ES
 
I love the descriptions in this thread. All of this stuff is in our heads, it is the mind and what we feed it that makes this a big turn on.

ES

I agree that this has been very enlightening. It also really shows the different "flavors" of humiliation, which shouldn't be too surprising. But seeing all those "flavors" just reinforces how different we all are...and how words (like humiliation) can mean so many different things depending on the person.
 
YN -
This is rather insightful. Both the idea of controlled release, controlled surrender in combination with cutie mouse's comment about being "humbled" not "humiliated." I find that the power play of being controlled, having to surrender is very powerful for me and while I guess one could call that "humiliation" - if I were actually humiliated - in a way that hurt me, made me feel less than, I would HATE it and it would be a total turn off. So I think it is that edge... the way in which I am not in control when, in dominating me I allow him to guide me, to keep me safe as he asks me to do something on the edge of my comfort that he knows will twist me up inside, will arouse me no end. And I am doing it for him... for us.. because he knows it gets me off and because that means I will be ready for him... to please him, to be his toy... to be available for his pleasure.

This too is very insightful ;) While I enjoy 'humiliation', I tend to think of it terms of a 'bedroom game'...a temporary role to be played out. Even though it is just a temporary 'surrender', it is still a lowering of the inner wall...the exposure of things I hide from others. Perhaps, it's this opportunity to let the "caged inner me" out to play which feels so fulfilling. But to be truly humiliated by some uncaring stranger would totally turn me off...so yes, as you said, it is that 'safe surrender along the edge' that works for me too.
 
This too is very insightful ;) While I enjoy 'humiliation', I tend to think of it terms of a 'bedroom game'...a temporary role to be played out. Even though it is just a temporary 'surrender', it is still a lowering of the inner wall...the exposure of things I hide from others. Perhaps, it's this opportunity to let the "caged inner me" out to play which feels so fulfilling. But to be truly humiliated by some uncaring stranger would totally turn me off...so yes, as you said, it is that 'safe surrender along the edge' that works for me too.

Wow, that is well said. That hits me deep inside my core. I may have some more thoughts on this later.

ES
 
Yes

Maybe what I really crave isn't so much humiliation as it is self abasement. Purposely placing myself in a vulnerable situation to be "used" by others solely for their sexual gratification and release without having the slightest concern for my enjoyment or even comfort. To them, how I feel is irrelevant. I find this to be extremely arousing! I wouldn't want them to actually enjoy inflicting discomfort upon me, that would be cruel. I prefer to imagine that they just don't care. I'm just "the cocksucker" .

This describes very closely how I feel. I love the idea of being USED. I like the name calling, the cockslapping, the facefucking, the jackoff facials, but what I really enjoy is being considered worthless beyond being a means to their end.
 
This describes very closely how I feel. I love the idea of being USED. I like the name calling, the cockslapping, the facefucking, the jackoff facials, but what I really enjoy is being considered worthless beyond being a means to their end.

This is me, except I don’t need someone to make me feel worthless. I’m great at that by myself. What I need is help feeling worthwhile, and I feel worthwhile when I’m useful. I’m just most useful when I’m on my hands and knees with my clothes off. Sorry. It’s hard to explain without sounding trite.
 
Insult and humiliate me

I love to be subject to humiliating insults by cruel females for their sexual sadistic pleasure. I would like to be humiliated and beaten even kicked in the balls by them. Please insult me if you a sexy female who loves to be cruel to men.
 
Wow, that is well said. That hits me deep inside my core. I may have some more thoughts on this later.

ES

Maybe what I really crave isn't so much humiliation as it is self abasement. Purposely placing myself in a vulnerable situation to be "used" by others solely for their sexual gratification and release without having the slightest concern for my enjoyment or even comfort. To them, how I feel is irrelevant. I find this to be extremely arousing! I wouldn't want them to actually enjoy inflicting discomfort upon me, that would be cruel. I prefer to imagine that they just don't care. I'm just "the cocksucker" .

This is the best description of the way I see myself I have ever seen.
 
This is me, except I don’t need someone to make me feel worthless. I’m great at that by myself. What I need is help feeling worthwhile, and I feel worthwhile when I’m useful. I’m just most useful when I’m on my hands and knees with my clothes off. Sorry. It’s hard to explain without sounding trite.

I was with a dominant who was great at getting inside my head and ripping apart all of my worthless self talk. For example, I was self conscious about my weight, specifically my tummy, to the point I let it affect our sex. Well.. my sex. Sometimes I just couldn't let go because I was so worried about how I looked or maybe I wasn't doing something just right.

For example, he'd use lipstick to draw a bullseye on my stomach. He would then use a crop to smack the bullseye and comment on my jiggly stomach. The smacks were hard enough to sting. He'd point out that he had a raging hard on. He'd ask me if his cock was hard because he thought I was fat??? No sir, I'd reply.

I was mortified and embarrassed. My hands clasped behind my head, feet spread apart, tears streaming as he cropped my stomach, talking about how I looked.

Sure, part of it was the fact he got off on humiliating me, making me cry and seeing me squirm.

But then he'd grab my hair, pull my head back, kiss me so deep and hard. He'd get on his knees and he'd kiss my belly as he fingered my pussy until I came.

Or he'd put me on my hands on knees with a mirror on the side of us. He'd fuck me from behind and comment on how I looked as we fucked. I was horrified but it was amazing sex. It's like he gave me permission to see past the shit in my head and just enjoy being used.
 
I was with a dominant who was great at getting inside my head and ripping apart all of my worthless self talk. For example, I was self conscious about my weight, specifically my tummy, to the point I let it affect our sex. Well.. my sex. Sometimes I just couldn't let go because I was so worried about how I looked or maybe I wasn't doing something just right.

For example, he'd use lipstick to draw a bullseye on my stomach. He would then use a crop to smack the bullseye and comment on my jiggly stomach. The smacks were hard enough to sting. He'd point out that he had a raging hard on. He'd ask me if his cock was hard because he thought I was fat??? No sir, I'd reply.

I was mortified and embarrassed. My hands clasped behind my head, feet spread apart, tears streaming as he cropped my stomach, talking about how I looked.

Sure, part of it was the fact he got off on humiliating me, making me cry and seeing me squirm.

But then he'd grab my hair, pull my head back, kiss me so deep and hard. He'd get on his knees and he'd kiss my belly as he fingered my pussy until I came.

Or he'd put me on my hands on knees with a mirror on the side of us. He'd fuck me from behind and comment on how I looked as we fucked. I was horrified but it was amazing sex. It's like he gave me permission to see past the shit in my head and just enjoy being used.

That is amazing, cookie, and HOT. You express yourself so beautifully. Just, wow. Thank you. :rose:

I think I should have qualified my little statement by mentioning that I whine like a little bitch but I love feeling irrelevant. :)
 
That is amazing, cookie, and HOT. You express yourself so beautifully. Just, wow. Thank you. :rose:

I think I should have qualified my little statement by mentioning that I whine like a little bitch but I love feeling irrelevant. :)

The worthless comment struck me since I can relate to that. Why that little voice in my head is so powerful is beyond me.

I loved this part of your post:

What I need is help feeling worthwhile, and I feel worthwhile when I’m useful. I’m just most useful when I’m on my hands and knees with my clothes off.

:heart:

Super true.
 
You know, I think it's especially popular this time of year with all the harsh chill and snowfall because when done properly, it can really warm the cheeks.
 
The words written here on this thread are wonderful descriptions. I can feel a little bit of each in my own idea of humiliation.

My first thoughts on Humiliation is that it is very close to teasing in my mind. The teasing part gets me erect, the humiliation part makes me feel embarrassed for getting erect. That is where the control part comes in for me. She has caused me to lose control and get erect, when she wanted me to, not when I wanted to. I no longer have control of my dick, and she teases me about it. That causes the humiliation. She may do something as simple as rubbing my dick with a pair of panties, if I get hard she teases me about wanting to wear panties. That causes humiliation and I get turned on even more. I know it is not big deal. I am turned on by the silk material of the panties and that it is okay for men to wear panties and have that kind of fetish. BUT with the right woman teasing me as mentioned above, I feel the humiliation flow through my whole body like a warm glow and I get very turned on.


It is about someone else taking control, me giving up control, and being sent into sensations and pleasures beyond what I thought was possible physically and mentally.

ES
 
It could involve them verbally humiliating themselves. They would have to say things to strangers or friends of mine or even people they knew.

I could be on the phone with them and they would have to speak loud enough for others to hear.
 
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