You want this? How much do you want it? Enough to humiliate and degrade yourself by begging? Enough that you’ll kneel on the floor naked with your legs and your mouth wide open, tongue hanging out and my spit dripping down your face, whining and weeping and begging me to fuck you? You want humiliation, I’ll give you humiliation – you filthy, cock-hungry slut.
I like being humiliated. But in a very specific way.
Get your skirt up, let me see the damp patch spreading in the crotch of your knickers. Oh fuck yeah, look how wet you are. You greedy little bitch, you want this don’t you? You want my cock inside you and you’d do anything to get it.
Not for me the humiliation of having my flaws highlighted. I’m a delicate flower, after all: constantly convinced that my body is terrible, my femininity lacking, my skills in bed not quite up to scratch. So don’t humiliate me for these things, humiliate me for the one thing I genuinely love about myself: my lust.
Spread your cunt for me, that’s it. If you want this cock you’ll have to work for it. Show me how much you want it. Here’s a dildo – fuck it. No, don’t touch it with your hands: just slide yourself back onto it and fuck yourself while I hold it in my hand. I want to watch you fuck yourself so I can see how desperate you are. You greedy, filthy slut.
Humiliation is so varied that I could never say a simple ‘yes’ to an erotic humiliation kink. Some of the possibilities trigger anxieties I can’t quite quash: like being berated for the way I look or the way I dress or hold myself…
Look at you, you can’t even present yourself for me properly: stand up straight. Arch your back. Suck in your stomach. You lazy, pathetic bitch.
But other forms of erotic humiliation press every single ‘yes’ button that I have, like being humiliated and inspected by a crowd of almost-strangers:
Take your clothes off, and stand here while all of us get a really good look at you. Bend over, show yourself, spread your cunt. That’s it, good girl – dirty girl. We need to discuss which of your holes we’ll take it in turns to fuck.
And others sit somewhere right in the middle. Bang on the line between ‘yes’ and ‘no’ – they cause a shudder that runs down my spine, directly from my brain to my cunt, and I cannot tell whether it’s a sign of arousal or a warning of danger and pain. Like the thought of someone humiliating me by making me watch (or hear) them fucking someone else…
I’m going to tie you up now, so you can’t move. I don’t want you interfering with this, because I know what a cock-hungry little bitch you are. You’re going to sit still, gagged and quiet, while I let her service my dick. Maybe if you’re good and don’t squeal or whine, I’ll let you lick it clean when we’re both done.
But most of all, best of all, is the simple humiliation that comes from you making me beg you for what I know you want to give me.
My cock is right here, at the entrance to your ass. I’m not going to fuck you with it – I want you to show me what a greedy fucking slut you are. So fuck me. Ride me. Slide back onto it until it fills you up and stretches you and makes you squeal with pain. I know you want to. Right here: slide back. That’s it. Harder. Faster. Show me how much you want it, you disgusting little bitch.
Erotic humiliation is hot. But it’s not hot because I feel genuine shame. When you call me a cock-hungry little bitch, when you tell me to spread myself for an inspection, when you tell me how greedy and filthy and horny and slutty I am, I burn bright red. My cunt drips and my body tingles and my clit thuds and my cheeks flush… but the thing that makes me burn up and tremble?
It’s not humiliation: it is pride.
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9 Comments
Is this what is called ‘English’? No room for ‘compersion’ here! It is an intense post.
I definitely get the exhibitionist inspection part.
Fuck yes! I agree so much with you. I am the same with humiliation,it has to be very specific, I’m delicate too!
YES! So much love for this post. This is exactly the angle I work when I dish this out to Bakji, he’s so proud to be a pervert that I wonder if humiliation would ever work on him, but it does, in exactly the way you describe when I press the right buttons and it is so freakin’ hot that I could cry. Amazing post x
Oh yes, such a fine line isn’t it, That teetering jittery burn of fear that it might stray? Unfff this is a great post, you explain it beautifully ❤️
This one was very well told! Love it.
Rawwwrrrr. Lovely.
I like it when someone knows how much of a humiliation slut I am and exploits for its own sake; when they push my boundaries and say and do awful things to me — my only caveat is that it is done out of the well of intimacy.
Yessss! Give me all of that. Tell me I’m a filthy cum slut but don’t pick my mind apart by telling me I’m not good enough.
Sadly my partner doesn’t want to pull me apart in this way. Don’t get me wrong I understand his reluctance, it goes against everything you learn. Men aren’t ‘supposed’ to call women sluts, likewise women aren’t ‘supposed’ to crave it. Unlearning the restrictions society places on us is tough.
I absolutely agree and love this post so much. I am most concerned with crossing any lines on either end of the humiliation and dirty talk. Communication, time and trust have been great teachers. It’s always different from person to person and that means communication will always be important. I love getting there though, once you know each other well enough to know when to really say the right thing to tip someone over the edge or to bring yourself careening off the cliff into a that sea of absolute filthy pleasure.