humiliation – Page 38 – Contemplating the divine

Presentation

Oh hi! You’re Paul, right? From IT? I’m Jane. I guess I’m the “boss” in this part of the company! Oh, but just call me Jane – we’re very informal around here!

Look – we’re really grateful that you’ve come to help us out, OK? I mean I know you’re all so busy down there, with that…computer stuff. Fixing things… brilliant!

But we’ve got such an important meeting tomorrow – really important clients, right? – and I saw you give that presentation in Head Office last month and I just knew you’d be perfect for it! So I asked Karen, and –

Which one? Do you give a lot of presentations? Oh! Well, you have to send me invites to them. I only saw the one – but you were great. It was the one about computers. Something about a… network, was it? It was brilliant, anyway! And I just thought – that’s what we need for next Wednesday! The clients will love it. And Wednesday’s tomorrow now… and here you are! Brilliant!

Hmmm? Yes, yes that topic would be fine. Computers…networks…all that. They’re very interested in that stuff. They’ve got lots of computers. I mean, it’s a bank so they’re bound to, aren’t they?

Oh! One little thing. Silly really. Erm… you were wearing these, mmmm, white trousers? Not quite sure what sort…I’d recognise them again if I see them. They were…quite tight. Really tight actually! Anyway, I thought that was very effective. Really helped to…well, the audience could see you very clearly. I certainly could. Do you think you could, erm…wear them tomorrow? Hmm? That be OK?

No…not quite sure what brand they were. Do you have a lot of pairs of tight white trousers? Oh. Well, that’s good, isn’t it? Tell you what – bring all three pairs in tomorrow morning and we’ll see which works best, OK? Great! We can have a little fashion show! Right here.

Slides? What do you mean, slides? Oh PowerPoint slides! Yes, definitely. Got to have slides. PowerPoint’s brilliant, isn’t it? And then we can darken the rest of the room, so it’s like you’re just there in a spotlight…all in white.

No, I know. Not all in white. But the trousers are.

Oh…there was a little thing you did. At one point you dropped all your notes, and you sort of bent over and picked them up for a bit? And you looked kind of humiliated and embarassed as you did it? That was quite effective too, I thought. Really got the audience’s attention. Put them at ease… An accident? Was it really? Oh. Well, you know if you were to do it ‘by accident’ tomorrow, I’m sure the client would like it. Possibly several times.

Great. Well, I think we’re all set, then. The client arrives at about 4pm, and we’ll go straight into the meeting. No you don’t have to be there for that bit – that’s the serious business of the day. Then we’ll talk to her a bit about the joint venture (you don’t need to worry about all that – boring old financy things!) then when that’s all agreed we’ll have your presentation at the end of the afternoon! Deal all done, down go the lights, onto the stage goes Paul and it’s all about…internet protocols for the rest of the afternoon! Great!

Oh, is ‘internet protocols’ different from ‘networks’? OK, well either really. Gosh aren’t you clever – knowing about both!

Anyway, I expect we’ll all go off for a drink or something afterwards. You should come along. She’d like that.

Brilliant. Look – tell Karen I owe her one for this, all right?

Oh wow. You really call her “Miss Oldfield”? Oh, that is cute! Look – forget what I said about calling me Jane, OK? You can just call me Miss Summers tomorrow, OK? In front of the client. I’d like that. I’d really like that! Or…you could call me “Boss”.

Go on – just for me. Say “OK, boss!”

Brilliant!

School bullying

Scenes from Servitor’s so-called life part 2 (of rather too many).

I guess it won’t surprise regular readers of this blog to learn that I was bullied at school. It was rather traumatic actually, still something I can’t really face properly when I look back upon it. There was this gang of older girls at break-time, and they’d take my lunch money, and beat me up, and pull my trousers down and spank me… and all sorts of frankly quite sexual humiliations. Then one day they refused to take the lunch money any more, so it all had to stop. They never told me why, never told me what had changed. A heartbreaking moment.

SNIFF!

OK, on with the therapy.

You’d think that having biology teacher as their test subject would have helped, but he never made one useful suggestion the whole time. Just cried, and pleaded – that sort of thing. Very disappointing.

They later got married! True story.

Oooo! Do you think they’re planning some sort of surprise for him? What fun!

I used to find these big decisions really difficult, so it’s great not being allowed to take them any more.

A new femdom fetish meme: dommes feeling humiliated. Really, you don’t want to stand too close to one.

Office relationships are complicated

Oh! Well, ermm… I mean I’m flattered obviously,
but..

No,
no, it’s not that I’m doing anything else, it’s just that…

Well,
as we’re going to be working together I took the liberty of looking you up on
ratemyboyfriend.com. And it –

– oh, it’s a sort of dating information
site. Women-only. It’s very popular
just now. Most men are in it –

Anyway,
I was looking you up on that and you’re in the five inches or fewer category, you see, and I just think I like to have a slightly larger
penis than yours, if you don’t mind. You
know – I mean I could live with six inches or even a bit less, but…

Sure,
no problem at all. Nothing personal, I
hope you weren’t offended?

Great. Actually, I don’t think it would work out
anyway. I tend to like to go a few
times, so I look for an average of at least three or more per night, and yours
is only 0.6. I guess it doesn’t always
work? I know there are some women who
don’t mind that. But I do.

Oh – and the thing you like to do with the sweaty
trainers? I’m afraid I’m just not
into –

Hmm? Who? Oh, someone called Cindy I think. Probably not her real name. Prostitutes rarely provide them. It was only last Tuesday anyway, so you must
remember –

Sure! Sure, we’ll say no more about it. See you in the team meeting tomorrow! Have a good evening!

Come closer honey that’s better…

A favourite line… She presents a gardening programme on BBC nowadays. Strange but true.

OK, now more of this:

She has a great sense of humour, Mdame Sarka. I’ve commented ont his before, I think.

Actually, Brad’ll be spanking you anyway, as part of the performance. But there’s time enough to find that out later, when you’re in your cute little outfit.

Edward certainly is, after all.

The stigmata help you contemplate the divine.

Of copurse, it’s not quite at the same time. I think the castration’s first. So if you really hate it – don’t worry. A bit later on, maybe you’ll be losing those bits of your brain that hold the memories.

Locked and loaded

It’s not as much fun as it sounds.

And nor is this, but I’m incorrigible… despite knowing quite a few ladies for whom correction is a career.

Why don’t I just shut up and get on with it, you ask?

Oh. OK.

OK, so she shouldn’t have done that. But then he shouldn’t have got cross, should he? I mean, really.

Good thing you were there to help out.

What’s the problem? He still paid, didn’t he?

Too much self-loathing there for you? Oh, you’re really not going to like the one below, then.

I did warn you. Loser.

Rewards and penalties

A silly humiliation story, written to amuse my Significant Other. Names have been changed to protect…well, me.

Rewarded

Servitor reached out eagerly for the steaming coffee.

“That’ll be one forty-nine”, the young ‘barrista’ behind the counter said, brightly. “Do you have a loyalty card?”

Servitor looked straight back into her eyes as he handed her the money.

“No, I don’t have a loyalty card but I do have a ridiculously small penis that I like to stroke until it squirts into my pants.”

The girl froze in the act of taking his money, carefully transferred it to the till and turned her whole body to face the next customer, without a word.

Servitor grabbed the coffee and almost ran from the coffee shop in horror, feeling the shocked and amused stares drilling into the back of his neck, his down-turned face burning with humiliation. He walked rapidly down the street, slowing to a normal pace only when he was almost half a mile away from the scene of the catastrophe.

What had he said? How was that possible? He felt sick and shaky. If he were still a drinker, he told himself, this would be a double vodka moment. As it was, he gratefully saw a Boots Chemists sign ahead and went in to buy some aspirin.

“Do you have a Boots advantage card?” the middle-aged lady at the check-out asked him.

“No.” he heard himself say, with growing horror. “But I do like to take advantage of my little cock by wanking until it’s sore.”

This time he didn’t even pick up his purchase: as soon as the words were out of Servitor’s mouth, he was pushing past the stunned customers and heading straight for the door.

Out on the street, Servitor panicked. Loyalty card? As he thought that, the words “sweaty little cock” jumped into his brain. Loyalty card. (‘tiny prick’). Something about those words, about saying loy-…the L word. Or anything like it, remembering the Boots experience. (“Frequent flyer”? “Frequently wank myself silly”). He mustn’t even think it.

Where could he shop? He had to go places where they didn’t have a loya- a – a programme for rewarding customers. There was a corner shop just ahead, and steeling his nerves, he went in and bought bread and a few tins of food. He marched up to the counter, heart thumping.

“Four-fifty”, the man behind the counter said, not looking at him. Servitor held out a fiver with shaking hands and clenched his teeth tight shut. The shopkeeper pulled at the note, and looked up in confusion as Servitor’s fingers held it tight.

“Sorry” Servitor said, and released it.

He walked out in triumph. No mention of…rebate programmes…and no problem. Well, he wouldn’t starve.

He couldn’t face the Tube, so he took a cab home, thinking furiously of all the things he normally bought and whether the shops selling them had…discount schemes. It should be do-able, maybe it would wear off soon anyway, he thought wearily.

The cab pulled up outside his house and the driver drew the little window back. “Do you need a receipt mate?” he called cheerily.

“No, I don’t need a receipt.” Servitor heard himself saying. “But I do need my naughty bottom spanked very hard for not buying Ms Sandra a Christmas present.”

***
In a different town, in a different county, Mistress Valerie was tidying her toy cupboard. She picked up a box, rifled inside it and frowned.

“You haven’t been fiddling with my hypnotic suggestion tapes, have you?” She
called.

Ms Sandra leaned round the door. “Me?” She replied, innocently. “Why would I do that?”

I know when I’ve been beaten

and sometimes the neighbours do, too.

Actually, that whip she gave him is pretty take-charge too. But it doesn’t hurt to make sure. Well..I mean, it does hurt. Obviously.

A little light spanking?

Yeah, come on. She’s right. Sometimes you just have to trust people. What’s the worst that can happen? Hmm? Oh – well apart from that, then.

Her very first maid-boy! Bless.

Business. It’s all about relationships. This particular relationship is female-led and abusive. Welcome to the team. Worm.

You can’t always get what you want

But if you try sometimes you just might find you get what you need.

It’s silly to worry about whether you’ll stretch enough. Look – that thing’s made of solid plastic, and it’ll have all her strength behind it. Something’s going to give, so just relax.

Sometimes it’s good to go out with your co-workers for a real heart-to-heart. And sometimes it isn’t.

Don’t worry – she’ll explain why at great length.

Schoolboy sessions! My favourite. We’re going to be covering irregular verbs of the fourth declension over the next seven sessions, apparently. Pretty exciting, huh?

Or if you stray outside the permitted boundaries, of course.

Caned to…

(So many possibilities)

…tears?
…perfection?
…amuse her friend?
…help him do a better job of the ironing?
…the sound of The Best of Abba, Vol 2?
…try out a new stroke?
…obedience?
…the sound of girlish laughter?

You decide (if You’re of the superior sex, obviously).

On with the show:

No rush. Take your time. She can even leave you there all night, if you like, and finish off tomorrow.

Well, obviously if you’re going out to dinner, you’ll be swallowing. Really – this doesn’t sound so bad at all, does it?

I used to pay for humiliation sessions, but now what I do instead is just ask ladies I fancy whether they’d like to go out for a drink with me. It’s a lot cheaper.

Whatever you say, I think she’s going to suggest you wear something a bit skimpier, you know.

I’m sure you can think of a good reason between now and tomorrow’s appointment at the clinic.

Brutal loving care

Femdom captions, captioned pictures of female domination, dominatrix, domina, domme, female led relationships and all that kind of search engine bait, y’know?

Here we go:

To be fair, it wasn’t specifically on the hard limits list you agreed, so she does have every right…

You could start by learning Xin lỗi. That’s ‘Sorry’. You’ll be needing that a lot*.

Confession can be really good for dealing with feelings of guilt. Try it.

Bursting into tears can usually get you a few dollars extra. What price self-respect? Oh, about $2.50, maybe $2.75.

Howwwwwllll!

* Curiously, the same online phrasebook that gave me Xin lỗi also provides Tàu cánh ngầm của tôi đầy lươn – “My hovercraft is full of eels”

http://www.omniglot.com/language/phrases/vietnamese.php