humiliation – Page 35 – Contemplating the divine

I yam what I yam

… and I thought what I yam was a beta male, but apparently not. It turns out, I am an omega male:

Omega animals are subordinate to all others in the community, and are expected by others in the group to remain submissive to everyone. Omega animals may also be used as communal scapegoats or outlets for frustration, or given the lowest priority when distributing food.

Ah, let me be her outlet for frustration…

Yes, Ma’am.

Not a beta – you see?

Actually, good rough sander will have much the same effect – and it would be a lot cheaper. Fun, too.

I’m sure she’ll think of something.

There’s always a bit left over.

You captured my heart, and now that I’m no longer free

…make love to me (in stereo!).

So hard to choose…

That’s a relief. I was feeling a bit unmotivated there, for a moment. But I expect the whip will sort that out.

How humiliating it is… not to have enough of your own money to buy condoms for your wife’s date! Sigh. Better fetch the purse.

Nothing to worry about at all. I’m sure they handle all sorts of different online payments.

Grr, She had a headache last month, too. I’m beginning to think she might be faking it.

The four stages

It is a well known fact that the development of any skill passes through four stages. Let me illustrate:

1. Unconscious incompetence

The individual does not understand or know how to do something and does not necessarily recognize the deficit.

They may deny the usefulness of the skill.

The individual must recognise their own incompetence, and the value of the new skill, before moving on to the next stage.

The length of time an individual spends in this stage depends on the strength of the stimulus to learn.

2. Conscious incompetence

Though the individual does not understand or know how to do something, he or she does recognize the deficit…

…as well as the value of a new skill in addressing the deficit

The making of mistakes can be integral to the learning process at this stage.

… and then apparently there’s another two stages, but I have never got beyond conscious incompetence. I’m really good at that, as regular readers of the blog will know.

Because she says so

Always the best reason.

I think there’s now an app you can get that makes the whole process a lot simpler.

Aren’t you lucky?

I read in a self-esteem book once, that you should write out a list of all the things about yourself you despise. I got on quite well at first, but after a few months it started to get quite unwieldy. So I started this blog instead. And it’s been great – I haven’t been troubled by self-esteem since.

Looks safe enough. Hope he gets something liquid to drink at some point, though.

Hmmm. I wonder what they’re going to do with those bunches of flowers?

Making him pay

nnnn nnnNNN NNNGGG! nngg nnnng!

Oh well. It’ll be agony this time, around, but…it’s not as if you masturbate often. Is it?

Oddly, I understand this is one exception to the rule ‘everything tastes like chicken’. It just doesn’t.

This is from a lovely English Mansion clip, much of which can be found here. I just love the way Mistress Neive (the blonde one) giggles. ‘Hee hee hee’. Somehow the way she’s slightly self-conscious makes it even sexier.

Good thing you’re into humiliation. You’ll be getting lots of that.

Actually, it’ll be quite a bit cheaper than having it done back in a properly equipped facility in the First World. More holiday spending money – can’t object to that!

Divine retribution

Best to pretend you didn’t overhear anything. Just act normal…relaxed.

I think he’s learning to be less of a dickhead. But it’s a slow process.

It’s so rare to meet a woman who really understands…

And then you never need worry about getting lost, ever again. No matter where you are, she can always track you down.

Oh, women can be so silly. Does she really think he’ll have changed his mind, just because his wrists are shackled to that bar? I think someone’s going to be rather disappointed here!

Oh sweet misery of life at last I’ve found you

There now – you can’t say she didn’t consider it.

I believe she’s right.

It’s good to be special.

Oh well, as long as she doesn’t give a fuck, I suppose it’s all right.

Yes Ma’am.

Consolation prize

Hi honey!
Did you sleep well?

Oh – don’t worry about that. To tell the truth, I was quite relieved when
you couldn’t get it up! You know…I
thought I should fuck you after you spent so much money, and all…but I didn’t
really want to. I mean – you’re just not the type of man I find attractive. I was just feeling sorry
for you, really.

No, don’t worry about it. It’s OK! Really. Happens to lots of men, especially if they’re a bit self-conscious about not being handsome, or smart or fun to be with. I know you’re inexperienced. I guess it’s different with a real woman,
huh? I mean compared to looking at porn
on the Internet?

Oh – sure you do. It’s nothing to be ashamed of! How else is a guy like you going to get
himself off? It must be really
frustrating being rejected and ignored by women all the time. I think it’s great that there’s some kind of outlet for men who aren’t ever going to attract a real woman, so they can pretend they’re just like everyone else.

Hmmm?
Again? Oh. Oh…well, honey, I think you’re really sweet, but I need a proper
man. You know? Maybe we can just have this as a very special memory.

Sure – no problem.

Hey – would you like to take a picture of
me? Here, wearing my blue lingerie. I can hold my hair up with my hands, if you
like, like a model!

Got it?
There. Now you can upload that
onto your computer, and play with yourself while you look at it. Pretending you’re in control.

If you share it online, maybe one of
those porn blogs will put it up too…and caption it or something! Then lots of lonely, pathetic men could
masturbate to my image. To forget how
sad their lives are… just for a moment.

Hot flushes

I’m feeling them more and more often.

Best not to rush into these discussions. Give everyone a chance to calm down, to reflect on what was said and maybe even come to regret it?

With dignity. Always with dignity.

Glad we cleared that up. I hate ambiguity. Fortunately, so does she.

He’ll apologise, too.

Don’t know. Don’t care.

Girls’ night out

So, yeah, if you’re up for it we thought we’d meet up about
9. Just you, me, Suzie, Ellie, Karen…
Vanessa said she might come, but she wanted to bring her boyfriend and we
really just wanted a girls night out. So
I told her it’s a ’no boys’ evening, and she said she’ll think about it.

Well…yes, OK, technically you’re a boy too. But that’s OK – you don’t count. I mean you’re not really a boy boy, are
you? Not like a boyfriend boy! Wouldn’t that be ridiculous?

No, of course you can come.
None of the other girls will mind. They don’t think of you in that way at all.

Hey, do you remember that time that guy tried to pick me up,
and then he got all confused because he thought maybe you were with me? God, I was just laughing too much to explain
it – and he went off with his mates!
Such a shame – he was a real hunk.
Still, I think I managed to score a bit later didn’t I..? Can’t remember his name – you know, they guy
with the tattoo? You drove us home.

Oh, that reminds me.
You don’t mind being the non-drinking driver again, do you?

Thanks, that’s great.
We can go to that bar where they do the lemonade you really like. But
we’ll have to be strict to keep to our ‘no boys’ rule, though! There’s always loads of cute studs in there!

Brilliant. Oh – and
can you come round about 8.30? I want to
show you this new outfit I got. You’ll
love it!