Ms Justine Cross made me laugh with her recent post on a public humiliation request she’d received from (as she put it) #anotherfuckingidiot.
Sometimes I get a request for public humiliation, which I think is awesome, and I ask, “What does this mean to you?” Then I get a detailed description of being naked, led around with a collar and being made to eat dog food in the grocery store. And then I ask, “What fucking world do YOU live in and can we session there?”
Of course people have tried this kind of thing in the past, as this French couple can testify, but it rarely seems to work out well. Personally I can get horribly embarrassed in almost any situation, up to and including being embarrassed on behalf of fictional sitcom characters I’m watching on television. So any kind of public humiliation is out of my comfort zone, across my panic zone and well into my ‘curl up and die’ zone (I have a lot of zones).
Image is from this gallery from Old Man Equine’s femdom world.
An interesting post. I’ve always enjoyed very mild and subtle public humiliation. Of course, all of my experiences would fall far short of ever getting arrested…or ending up in that “curl up and die zone”….lol. Nice post…thanks.
I suspect everyones curl and die zone falls in a different place. Mine is a lot easier to get to than others.
I actually kind of like the idea of the secret public humilation – where the only people who know what’s going on are those involved. It’s the scenarios where random strangers are dragged in or forced to witness it that freak me out a little more.
I do enjoy a bit of public humiliation but then I am something of an exhibitionist. Her Majesty and I rarely put our D/s relationship on public display. I find the rare occasions when we do a very heady experience. My favorite story has to do with taking her boot shopping and playing shoe salesman while the store sales girl looked on with amusement and customers stared at us quizzically. It is a fond memory: http://hermajestysplaything.blogspot.com/2010/09/her-majestys-personal-shoe-butler.html
hmp – That’s a fun story. I think it was Scott Adams who joked that all shoe salesmen must be shoe fetishists. After all, they’d always be willing to do it for less money than someone who wasn’t. So the free market should mean the wages of shoe salesmen will decline until they reach a point only fetishists will do it.
Haha, thanks!
Thank you for the entertaining initial post! It gave me a good chuckle 🙂
Hi paltego,
Em used to have me kiss her feet upon greeting her in Tokyo train stations. Mild humiliation, I guess, but unmistakeable for what it was.
Best,
scott
Mrs. Kelly’s Playhouse
Scott – I personally wouldn’t class kissing feet in public as ‘mild’ humiliation. Assuming you got down on your knees to do it, from my perspective that seems more in the medium to strong category! But as I said, I’m not good with public situations,
I do think it’s a very powerful scenario. I’d love to be at a point with someone that I could do that for them, as you clearly are with Em. For me that would be a genuine submission to someone’s desire, not a type of submission that I’m also getting off on at a superficial level.
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I worked for a Woman artist once who made me carry her big handbag when She went on site to talk to the male contractors and their workmen. She was quite the flirter and teased them as well. They all looked at me as pathetic. And She pretended not to notice or care at all at how I looked. Then She had me drive her around and buy her a gourmet dinner, then take Her home and she never paid me, then suddenly called me to cook a dinner for Her and Her boyfriend and had me sit on the floor while they ate on the couch. It can happen.