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Be a good girl and come to my house. Then, be a good girl and do exactly as I say. And if you're really good, I've got some interesting books I might let you see. But, you'll have to be very good. I'll be waiting for the door bell to ring.**Original post (and others when possible) replaced thanks to those who quoted it[them]... **
(Dear God Cutie's actually discussing kink from a more than theoretical perspective...)
I bumped a thread earlier in the week about humiliation, but it didn't really fully "fit" the conversation I was hoping it would inspire, so I'm trying a new thread. I don't even know for sure what discussion I'm hoping occurs, but I'm in one of those thinking-research-heavy moods lately... it almost kind of sort of makes up for the current lack of bondagy sorts of things in my life... almost.[babblebabblebabble]
So- humiliation & objectification thoughts, anyone? Hot? Not? Trigger issue? Are there some forms you can snuggle down into an hit that mental (and physical) yummy spot, and some that make you want to throw lightning bolts? Does degradation fit into things anywhere for you?
I honestly don't think I could be in a relationship without it... DRD called it my "blush on command" kink, because it's like I can [blush on command]. I get flustered (embarrassed/lightly humiliated) that easily. I don't know why it clicks, or why I see being humiliated as a manifestation of love, or why it's a zero-to-sixty trigger for me [in a good way].
The only odd thing about it for me, is that certain words work, and certian words, don't. Tell me to "Be a good girl and _______" and it clicks. Tell me to do the same thing with whore/b*tch/slut/c*nt in the mix? I snap right out of submissive headspace, go ice cold, and you better hope you have a good explination for your behaviour. LOL

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So. Is it all humiliation, and is objectification a subset of that, or do you see them as two ends of a scale, or two entirely different activities, or what? What's everyone's take on the two ideas?
I've met, for example, a couple of people who have a fantasy of being some kind of "demo model" - here is a typical male, up on a table. Let me show the audience what it does when this stimulus is provided. I heard one fantasy that was a medical version of that: someone being used as a model for a room full of medical students. That sort of thing.
I'm one of those people.![]()
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In that sense, as they are ultimately there for my entertainment, I objectify them. If what I do or make them do humiliate them and they like it, good for them.
So for me as a PYL, objectification is what I do. Humiliation is what they might or might not feel.
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It's my biggest turn on. Not much of a clue why.
I suspect it's to do with a need for approval? I like to be considered " a good girl" and I am all/most of the time. I brush my teeth keep my house neat , say please and thank you....you get the idea. So I am approved of by all the people that matter to me. But when my master has me degrade myself I'm not getting approval, he is disgusted. I guess it's a safe way to explore my dark side to fall from grace without getting to mucky.
Makes sense to me, although it doesn't seem so different from using D/s to provide a "safe context" to deal with desires to be subservient or to feel pain.It does seem like for a lot of people there's a sort of exorcism in humiliation. As if one might want the framework of the "scene" around it, to formalize it, and get it dealt with inside that context so that one can be less frightened of it. I don't know if I'm reading that right or not. Correct me if I have the wrong idea there...
Makes sense to me, although it doesn't seem so different from using D/s to provide a "safe context" to deal with desires to be subservient or to feel pain.
It does seem like for a lot of people there's a sort of exorcism in humiliation. As if one might want the framework of the "scene" around it, to formalize it, and get it dealt with inside that context so that one can be less frightened of it. I don't know if I'm reading that right or not. Correct me if I have the wrong idea there...
As a culture we're so hung up on good self esteem that we're really scared to challenge that idea at all whatsoever, and any tension around that idea is automatically assumed to be unhealthy.
Unless you put it in a religious context or something, then people are all happy that you're in touch with the "I'm insignificant" notion - so what, why should that be the only acceptable context to get in touch with that idea?
It's very freeing to feel insignificant. Some people go to yellowstone or get a telescope, some people go talking to God and stuff.
You are brilliant.Humiliation for me always has to violate some limit, or it isn't humiliating. It has to cross some agreed-upon boundary in order to shatter the propped-up image that I'm trying to present in the world. Especially in an area where I think I'm getting away with it, but know that I'm vulnerable.
If I'm not of a mind to receive it, I'll defend myself in order to maintain that cover.
but what if there are no personal limits? what if you have no public face to speak of? do you believe it would still be impossible to experience humiliation?
Be a good girl and come to my house. Then, be a good girl and do exactly as I say. And if you're really good, I've got some interesting books I might let you see. But, you'll have to be very good. I'll be waiting for the door bell to ring.
Sorry, just had to try it. It would be so special if you actually did show up, I hope you know that. I don't think I could compose myself, if I found you at my door. Wait! What am I saying? I'm the humiliation king. I'll make you blush from the top of your head to the tips of your toes, and you'll feel it tingle is it goes down your spine. And yes, you will also feel it um...there, too.
Hmmm... I'm imagining pussy-scented screwdriver handles now.I love it when he is putting together a furniture or fixing something, calls me over and simpy wants me to hold his tools. He gives them to me without saying anything, then takes them from me without saying anything until he gives them for me to hold again. Often he then starts to use my mouth and sometimes other rather moist orifices to hold things and at that point I'm well on my way to a happy place.
My need and want to be objectified is a lot easier for me to handle and understand than my need and want to be humiliated. This thread has given me a lot to chew on, I'll probably be back again.

Hmmm... I'm imagining pussy-scented screwdriver handles now.
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Or, I could just use a pussy as a screwdriver caddy. Of course she'd have to be tied up in a nice compact little bundle on the floor next to my workbench.Maybe they could make screwdrivers with a handle that's coated with the scratchable stuff that you sometimes get perfume samples with. Only the scent would be less floral.![]()
