Category: humiliation

Every time I hear the word culture

Hey readers.  Princess K here*. Have you
ever thought about how culturally specific humiliation has to be?

I mean, something is ‘humiliating’ if it represents a low
status activity or group in society, or a taboo, right?  What you find humiliating will depend on
where you start from. Look at Indian femdom sites – the notion of kissing feet
is clearly invested with a much greater significance than in the Western
world.  Hell, in Saudi Arabia a photo of
a woman driving a car or casting a vote probably counts as femdom porn.

Now that leads me to the question – where do we go next?  Might there be new low-status stereotypes in our society? Call-centre operators, for example?  Maybe in 20 years dommes will be dressing their slaves as small-town rednecks espousing conservative views?  Or as muslim women wearing niqab? Maybe in 20 years time it will be slaves who smoke, not the dommes, because smoking will be an immediate signal of low status.  In the UK, slaves will be wearing onesies, in the US maybe they’d be forced into confederate flag t-shirts.  Maybe German bankers will dress up as Greek bankers…
So, I ask you – what about forced bi?  Being gay has gone from being outlawed, to
grudgingly tolerated to being fully accepted in just a few years. Femdom is
behind the curve here, because the middle aged men who have the money grew up
in societies in which being gay was pretty awful. In school, a boy accused of being gay probably didn’t have any more unpleasant things to hurl back – it was the nuclear option of playground insults.
Case in point.  For Benny here, having to take Eduardo’s cock into his mouth
is almost literally the worst thing in the world.

Please, Princess, don’t make me.


Shut the fuck up, Benny.

But, Princess, I
wouldn’t want to reinforce a stereotypical view of gay sex as being disgusting.  So… maybe I shouldn’t have to suck him off?


OK Benny, you’ve ruined this with your whining. It was supposed to be an erudite and thought-provoking discussion of the role of cultural stereotypes in the femdom humiliation scene.  But now it’s just about sucking cock.  Well done.

Well, you’re going to suck cock, Benny.  Not because it signifies a cultural referent but just because I like making you do things you hate.  You’re going to suck him off because I
want to watch your face when he spurts inside your mouth. Because it’ll be
funny.  And I want your lips closed so
you don’t spill a drop. 
In it goes.  That’s right.
Gllmmmp ohhhg
Oh – and Benny? This will not be the only cock you suck off today.  Because you pissed me off, Benny.  And that’s the biggest taboo of all.
 
 

*Readers believing that the wonderful  Princess Kali had anything at all to do with this post, or could give even the most fleeting, flying flicker of a fuck about this blog need to read the sentence beginning ‘Rest assured’ in the intro box up to the right there.

Don’t be ashamed to cry

I think I’d never worry about anything if I had Mistress Chrissie looking out for me.

 

 



Tough decision.  She doesn’t like lies.  But then, she’s not going to be that pleased about the truth on this occasion, either.
 

 



Why does this happen to me every single time?
 

 



Sometimes you have to suffer for her art.
 
 




Does that make you feel stressed?  No? Are you sure?
 

 



She’ll probably want a pay rise too.

Untruth or consequences

So, what did you do in London, my mother asks me as I walk in.

Paid someone to tie me up, beat me and piss on me.  I think.

Oh – nothing much, I reply.  Just saw some friends.

You smell nice.  Have you just washed your hair?

Well yes, actually.  Rather thoroughly.


Strange sort of life, we live.  Well, I do anyway.  But so do you, probably.


Fucking off now, Ma’am.
 

 

Many marriages become oppressive and abusive after a while.  In this case, about 11 minutes.
 

 

I have a very literal mind.  It’s quite convenient, because it means I don’t need to take offence every time I’m called a ‘wanker’.
 
 
She can annex my southern regions with an illegal plebiscite any time she likes.
Geddit? Bit-o-politics, bit-o-politics
 
 

 

Yurshhh mw’am.  Gulp.  Bleah!


Shameful display!

Apologies to anyone offended by this image of a male actually experiencing sexual pleasure.  Don’t worry – he’ll be made to suffer for it later.
 

 

Time for a witty, cutting rejoinder, I think. Just try to think of one.

 

Details, details.  Women – why do they always have to explain everything like that?
 

 

These details matter to her.  So now they matter to you.
 

 

A very fair point.  On with the spreader gag and let’s give it a go!
 

Extra Anne for the anonymous commenters who rightly pointed out that the captioned image of Anne in a space suit last time was a repost.  Just a silly mistake, by an old fool.

More unpleasant things

…of the usual sort.

Don’t worry, she always reaches orgasm eventually. She won’t give up. 
(The lovely, Divine, Mistress Heather.)

 

If you pay extra, she’ll do tease and denial too.  That’s where she asks you if you’d like to come, before telling you to fuck off.
 

 

Actually, she does get occasional complaints. But they’re always retracted, with a heartfelt apology, before the end of the session.
 

 

Technology… oh dear.  As if I wasn’t already obsolete enough.
 
 
In space, no one else can hear you scream.
 

Leashed to a frenzy



It’s nearly time for your next session anyway.  Might as well just stay.



 
 

 

She loves him really.
 
 

 

Won’t be saying that again.  Or anything else, I imagine.
 
 

 

Poor thing.  Still another 20 minutes of the session to go.  Her hand must be so sore.
 
 

 

I wonder what she does with them all? It’s only a small apartment.

Wedlocked

One day you’ll laugh about it. Everyone else does, after all.
 
 
Mmm… that does sound humiliating!

 

 

 

Actually, he’s lucky.  The bricks are  little bit irregular.  If it wasn’t for that to engage his interest…well, he’d have had a pretty boring time of it over the years, I can tell you.
 
 

 

She’s trying to make this work – why aren’t you?
 
 

 

Actually, you can make a fuss if you want.  It doesn’t really matter.

Incoming call

 
 
Hey sweetie!

So, this is… oh I don’t know video diary number eleventy nine or something.  But I checked the calendar and it’s exactly 11 months you’ve been in confinement!  Pretty cool, huh?  Nearly a year already!

Anyway, I just wanted you to know I’m still here and looking after you!  I mean, you can tell that because there’s still food coming through your feeding tubes, I guess.  But anyway, you know I like to talk to you from time to time, and I had a few minutes so I thought I’d do another video. 
So… speaking of feeding, I changed the mixture in your bucket last week.  I read this article that said that raw celery was really good for the circulation, and as you can’t move any more, I thought that might be useful, so I chopped up a bunch and stirred it in.

Do you like my leather outfit?  Huh?  Does it still make your cock try to swell up, in its little tube?  Or has it given up trying? I’ll never know or care, I guess. I’m going clubbing again so I thought I’d put on something special.

Anyway, I guess that’s about it.  Oh!  You know, I’m thinking of having you moved up from the cellar into the living room? Yeah!  We could put you into that alcove, and Steve said he could build an extra box around your real box – so you just look like a piece of furniture – and plumb the waste pipe down through the floor.  I thought we could put the TV on you, maybe, or at least a few pictures.  So, you’ll know you’re being useful.  Don’t worry about the noise, though: Steve said it could be completely soundproof. You won’t know if the TV’s on or off.  But I guess you’ll feel the motion if we move you. Pretty weird to get sensory input like that, after all these months?  It won’t be for a while, though.  Steve’s pretty busy at work just now.
So…what else?
You know, I should get Steve to do a video. I know he said hi on that one I did back in the summer, but I think you should get to know him better. I mean, you feed on his food scraps just as much as mine, when he’s here, so it’s like he’s looking after you too.  He thought it was a bit weird at first – I mean, hey, it is weird, right?  But he’s OK with it now.  The other day he only ate half his dessert and when I asked why, he said it was to give you a little treat!  Wasn’t that kind?  And he’s never even seen you. Of course, I just threw it in the garbage.  You can’t have nice things like that. I told him the next day and he just laughed and said OK, because I’m the one in charge. He’s really cute.  Anyway, I’ll make sure you see more of him next time. 
So… yeah!  I guess that’s it until next time.  For me.  For you, I guess this is it until this message repeats again tomorrow.  You can hear it all over again! Won’t that be nice?  But for now, it’ll be back into darkness in 3 – 2 – 1 –