Humiliation Experiences

[Liana26]

Last night I was spanked in the back of a pick-up truck in a fairly deserted Home Depot parking lot with cars going by and some guy standing about 100ft away, apparently smiling from what Tyler told me but I didn't really see. It was absolutely the single most humiliating thing I've yet to experience. Does anyone else have tales of utter humiliation they'd like to share? I guess mine wasn't *too* bad. It certainly could've been worse. Still, I am blushing just thinking about it and would love to know that I'm not alone in feeling this way.

 

[Marquis]

Hot story Liana.

Last time I went to a fetish club I cuffed my date to a chair and danced with a young latex-clad beauty. That's the most recent experience I can think of.

 

[Luna_Wolf72]

Humiliation

I use that sort of thing for public publishment alot. Case in point: this past Friday at a drag show with my pet (femme sub). She had done or said something I found offensive (actually it had pissed me off) Therefore, I grabbed her by the back of her head and pushed her to her knees. Made sure she kneeled there long enough for everyone to get a good look. She's a bit prideful and that got to her far more than if I would have done something else to correct her.

 

[Marquis]

I use that sort of thing for public publishment alot. Case in point: this past Friday at a drag show with my pet (femme sub). She had done or said something I found offensive (actually it had pissed me off) Therefore, I grabbed her by the back of her head and pushed her to her knees. Made sure she kneeled there long enough for everyone to get a good look. She's a bit prideful and that got to her far more than if I would have done something else to correct her.

Pride is a sub's worst enemy, good work Luna.

 

[Luna_Wolf72]

Pride is a sub's worst enemy, good work Luna.

I agree and I can even see it from both sides (since I do have a Sir of my own). Still, I hate it when my pets push me...pisses me off.

 

[Liana26]

I use that sort of thing for public publishment alot. Case in point: this past Friday at a drag show with my pet (femme sub). She had done or said something I found offensive (actually it had pissed me off) Therefore, I grabbed her by the back of her head and pushed her to her knees. Made sure she kneeled there long enough for everyone to get a good look. She's a bit prideful and that got to her far more than if I would have done something else to correct her.

That would have absolutely mortified me. Clearly you are not one to mess with.

 

[Hil_the_thrill]

my BF has pushed me well beyond what I have been willing to accept in the past.

He made me strip for my brothers friends (my brother was not there thank god) one night while I was blindfolded & they played a game of "pin the tail on the donkey" (except it was chunks of chewed bubble gum & I wasnt dressed like a donkey). That was probably my 3rd most embarrassing experience. Especially when the next afternoon I saw my brother & he told me how hes embarrassed about his friends seeing & playing with me naked. That humiliated me more knowing he was embarrassed.

There was the night he had me out on our "skytrain" (rapid transit system) & he stayed in 1 car where he could watch through the window at what was going on. He had me sit in the car, wearing a tight cotton white t-shirt & no bra, short blue skirt, no panties & had me sit in a seat that faced 1 set of the doors when they opened. I had on a mic, so he could hear anything going on & I had an earpiece on. The entire trip I was told to obey any "suggestions" any guys getting on would ask. There were a few, surprusingly only a couple were bold enough to ask me to play with their cocks, but quite a few asked to "see my tits" or "suck on my tits" etc.. That was a bit humiliating, but it was turned up about 1000 nothces when my soccer coach got on the train (hes about my BFs age-30ish. I was only 16 then) & was checking me out. When he came on, my top was up to just under my tits & my skirt was pulled completely up & a guy was fingering me. I got so freaked out by it I came, not from the fingerfucking so much, but from the thrill/embarrasment of getting caught.

But that was not the worst amazingly. The same soccer coach got to 'have his way' with me one weekend when my BF made a bet with him & lost. Brad told my coach he owned me for a few days (friday to tuesday) & nothing was off limits. He fucked me as much as he could for the first day & 2nd day he fucked me a little more. But he soon got bored with it. He took me back to school Monday with him & after school he left me in the boys changeroom naked, tied up, mith my arms tied behind my back, on my back, on the floor, 1 leg tied to each bench (about 6-7 feet apart I would say) with a note simply saying "I am here for your use, please feel free to try me out". A lot of the boys simply took longingly glances at me, a few came up & took a breif touch or grope. But just as you can expect when you put a teenage girl naked on a floor of a boys changeroom some WILL indulge. A couple of them asked me if I was ok with this, I answered yes & let them do their duty to me. Again, humiliating, but not "over the top" humiliating yet. It wasnt till my brother walked in & saw me that I was "over the top" humiliated. he was about to beat the crap out of a guy (actually probably would have got the crap beaten out of him more like it) when I told him it was OK. That night at home I talked with him for like an hour explaining everything that lead up to it. he begrudgingly accepted it & since then alls been fine. But at that moment when he came in & saw me spread eagle naked on the floor with a guy straddling my face I wanted to truly die for a few minutes.

Are we weird? perhaps. But I would rather be a little weird than be dull & vanilla.

 

[Marquis]

I'm glad you and your brother lived happily ever after.

 

[Pet4you]

crazy thought

i had a humility to what i think, was the highest amount of degree...

I remember when i just turned 19, my boyfriend at the time was a wanted to be dom, i remember questiong his pre punishment of making sure i was good.. in other since.. I was always punished, for every little thing i did, even they were good.

we were out, and it eneded we went to the interstate, where its abandoned for the night. I was told to strip. Well, i listened.. and now i regret, and hope I never come across wanna be again, for i fear i might switch..

well... there are vehicles are going by, they are honking, some stopped asked whats going on.. some stayed, some left.. to me a big mess.

anyway, he pulls out a cone, and thens says, im going to screw its brains out.
im thinking, Oh great, its a humillilty lesson. what he dont realize, is I learned orgasm denial, which makes him really mad at times, when he's doing all the work. It kicked in, and for 6 hours, i was screwing this cone..

well soon he stopped it all, nice bruises last me for a whole week, and rebellion was highly planted in my mind.
What i didnt realize, since we have no bond Dom/submissive or even.. Master/slave... he found out that he's more attracted to males.. his best friend.
and that was the last time.. i saw that Dom wanna be.
::laugh to herself:: I still have the phone numbers from the males there that night.
to me that is the most humiliating thing in the world,
I may be wrong, but i hope i can have more to share.. or even good ones.

 

[Kajira Callista]

I'm not so sure about posting this so it may not stay for long but here goes.

Came home from work and found clothes laid out on the bed... a note that said 7 pm and nothing else. Showered got dressed in skirt stockings heels and a revealing silk blouse...it was creme colored and there was no bra so i knew he didn't want me to wear one. 5 mins to 7 i wait in the lobby of my building...he pulls up i get in and he just drives without saying a word. We stop at a bar that is part of a motel in a really crappy section of the Bronx , near the white stone bridge. He parks on the street and tells me he wants me to go inside and earn myself as many drinks from whomever is in there (meaning male or female) and that i am to do whatever i have to...to get them to pay for my drinks. I walk in to them realize this is one of those fuck for an hour type motels and I'm nervous and not liking how it feels in the bar. I sit at the bar and order a drink...making extended eye contact with the guy to my left....go to pay and *yay* he pays bartender. A few drinks later Master walks in and sits in a booth, i turned on the stool and was ready to get up and go to him but his eyes said stay there so i did. he used two fingers to kinda tell me to open my legs...after about a 5 second hesitation i did...and yes...ppl were looking i was blushing and my hands were shaking. Don't know how long i stayed that way but he winked and i knew that was enough.
He got up and sat on the stool to my right and told me to come...i stood next to him and he slid his hand up under the skirt and over my ass and while the drink payer watched he slapped my ass and chuckled. His other hand was against my thighs in front and he tapped the inside of one so i knew he wanted access to me...again i hesitated 5 seconds too long (strike two). I was really embarrassed and nervous by now (I'm kind of a shy person mostly) and he told me that i should not be looking around, that i should be only looking at him...there were ppl looking and i knew it but it was easier when i was looking only at him. He reached down and grabbed my cunt hard...it hurt and i kinda gasped (strike three). He order himself another drink and tossed change onto the bar and told me to go play pac man...lol i remember it was pacman because i was really good at playing that and couldn't play it for shit that night.
I was glad to be standing with my back facing the ppl in a dark corner but that didn't last long...he came up behind me and twisted his hand in my hair, pulled my head back and told me to arch my back and show everyone what a nasty cunt i really was..he pressed into me and told me i was a useless fucking pig, and yes ppl heard him call me that. He kind of sharply pulled my head back then released my hair and told me i had better follow him and i had better not fuck up again.
I followed him (rules were one step behind and to his right) to the room that he already had, he took out the key and unlocked the door, again grabbed my hair and pushed me in and down to my knees. He told me "hands behind your back bitch" and unzipped. Eyes tearing, choking and having my faced fucked brutally, my teeth scraped his cock. I got lifted from the floor pretty much by my earring and told what i useless piece of fuck-meat i was...ya know all those fun phrases...and then slapped across the face so hard and fast that for about 10 seconds my mind didn't comprehend what just happened. He made me kneel right there and told me to rub my wet cunt...he went to the window and opened the drapes. He was angry and was saying he could get a 10 dollar whore to suck him off better then i could and how his car was parked right outside the window and he should get in it and leave me here for whomever wanted me...that i would prolly have to pay the bill by sucking off the guy at the desk (who was gross BTW). He made me get up and stand in front of the window and told me to masturbate right there, and not to stop, no matter what til he told me to.
He walked out of the room and i was shocked and started to cry, but i did what i was told to do anyway. I watched him get into the car and drive away, i was now panic stricken and terrified, and i still stood there and did what he told me to do. I was sticking my fingers inside me and thinking about all that just went on and getting extremely hot n bothered for what seemed like a really long time and his car pulled back into the spot... there was someone in the car with him, but it was like they didn't notice me in front of the window, i saw him reach into his pocket and give her something...he unzipped himself and i almost lost it, i wanted it to stop right there but he blew me a kiss as she went down on him and i stood there watching him get sucked off...i could see him pushing himself up, his back arching and the movements becoming hard and faster and i knew he was about to cum...but he stopped and re zipped, told her something and just sat there talking to her. She got out of the car and walked to the window as he was getting out of the car, she told me thru the glass to stop and close the curtains...blew a kiss waved and walked away.
I stood there shaking uncontrollably because i had no clue what was next on his agenda. He walked thru the door and i heard the belt coming off... he used the belt and his hands til i couldn't even stand up anymore and i knew all was right with us again and that he wasn't upset for my three strikes anymore.



But anyway, it seems like, when I'm writing this stuff out...that it wasn't so big a deal. but when you are in it and its happening it is really different. i didn't know he wasn't leaving or he really wasn't mad or who that girl was so there were ten thousand emotions running thru my head at once...almost like an overload that kinda made me zombie like...unable to think or do anything besides what he told me to do.

 

[Marquis]

Kajira, I wish you hadn't included that first sentence.

That is one of the hottest, perviest, kinkiest stories I've heard.

You lived what others have to lie about.

 

[Desdemona]

I'm one of those people that absolutely hates humiliation based on past abuse. Its a pretty hard limit for me and crossing that line would probably cause me to leave the relationship. It's too bad really. I see that some of you really enjoy it, so a part of me feels like I'm missing out.

 

[Kajira Callista]

Kajira, I wish you hadn't included that first sentence.

That is one of the hottest, perviest, kinkiest stories I've heard.

You lived what others have to lie about.

 

[SkyBluAngelEyes]

I was visiting Master in North Carolina one time. We'd just gone to church and decided to get a quick breakfast afterwards near the mall.

We decided to go inside the mall and do a little window-shopping. I was never allowed to wear underclothes while with Him, and this time was no exception. I was wearing a very flimsy black floral skirt with a white short-sleeved sweater.

We were walking through a department store and we stopped at the jewelry counter. He'd picked up a beautiful blue beaded necklace. It was magnetized and could fit as tight or as loose as He wished. It's one He decided I could wear in public, since I couldn't wear my leather collar in public.

Well, I was over oogling over the watches and other necklaces and wasn't paying attention to what He was doing (strike 1) and just that look in His eyes was enough to warn me. He purchased the necklace and as we were walking further into the center of the mall, He put his hand on my ass as we were walking. I questioned whether this was wise due to the large amount of people in there. (strike 2) One more glare and I knew I'd done wrong.

We'd shopped for quite awhile and I was actually feeling quite smug that I hadn't screwed up again. Just about then, I suggested that we go upstairs on the escalator and do a bit more shopping in housewares. So, we were going up the escalator and He again, puts His hand right smack dab on the middle of my ass. He knew I was uncomfortable and I started to fidget. I ever so subtly sidestepped his hand, making it appear as if I'd lost my balance. He caught on. He was smart. He was VERY smart. He knew exactly what I'd done. (strike 3)

He asked me if I'd done that on purpose or if I'd really lost my balance. Well, I'd never lied to Him and I wasn't going to start then. I looked down into his chest and put a finger under my chin lifting my eyes to meet His. “Did you do that on purpose?” He asked me again.

By this time, I was feeling about 2 inches high. He was mad. No, he was past mad – He was pissed. He was hurt and most of all; I knew I was going to catch hell before we ever got back to the car.

He immediately whisked me to the down escalator and told me to raise the back of my skirt. “NO!” my mind was shouting. I did not have panties, thong or anything else on under my skirt. I looked in His eyes. My eyes pleading with His. PLEASE wait until we get home. Very calm, almost too calm, “Pet, raise your skirt.” I did. I was more scared not to. People stared, women gasped, men smiled and cheered Him on. I’ve never felt so humiliated in my life. Tears started brimming in my eyes. They fell over onto my cheeks. He had this look of satisfaction on His face. I had to sit in the car, buckled up of course, feet planted firmly on the dash, skirt up around my waist, sweater up, my breasts displayed for all, and I was ordered to play with myself for his enjoyment. I, of course, was not allowed to cum, but I had to play with myself, for the 20-minute ride home like that. Who ever looked in the convertible was allowed and welcomed. Another hit to my pride.

When we finally reached home, the punishment continued. I got the belt to my bottom, which hurt a lot less than the public humiliation, I might add.