For reasons I can't explain, other people's embarrassment and shame triggers feelings of excitement in me that gets me going to this day. Let me clarify: as long as it's in the context of sex, nudity and eroticism. Sadly due to my age, sexual adventures are few and far between these days. I do occasionally come across a written passage which triggers a memory or my imagination. Even the odd video, but these tend to be too contrived and unrealistic. I love it when members recount their experiences of when they were punished or exposed in front of strangers .It would take a remarkably talented actor to replicate the look of shock, disbelief and even fear that crosses a person's face when they are put in a truly embarrassing situation. I am fortunate to have a good recollection of some episodes during my active youth. Mind you, I was always searching around to feed my addiction.
One summer in 1983 I met a rather attractive Swiss lady in her forties and as we were getting on rather well, I invited her to spend the following day on my boat. She was rather excited at this prospect but explained that she couldn't leave her 2 children alone all day. Very disappointed I tried to call it off but she asked so nicely and insisted that they would be no bother that I gave in.
In the morning she turned up looking very tasty in her bikini and accompanied by a teenage boy and girl. The girl was 13 going on 30 and the boy was a surly and quiet 15 or 16.
On the open sea, once we were far from prying eyes, the lady and her daughter unabashedly removed their bikini tops and applied some suncream to each other. She sat down on the cockpit seat and started on the boy. She pulled off his top and rubbed him down with the sunblock. Then without warning she pulled down his bathing costume, exposing him totally. He shrieked loudly and squatted down to hide himself. His mother ordered him to stand up and to behave. ‘But… but’ he spluttered. In a surprisingly stern voice she told him to do as she said and he meekly complied. He had to hold on to the handrails to keep his balance on the rocking boat and could not cover himself. She began to rub cream on his lower back and buttocks while he was facing me and his sister. His face was a picture of emotions. My heart was pounding as I observed his embarrassment and exposure. His sister had a very wicked smile on her face, evidently loving her older brother's extreme discomfort. The mother started on his front working down from his belly to his genitals. She gently put cream his penis and testicles and he popped an instant boner. He groaned with mortification as his sister giggled. His mother laughed out loudly and giving it a little flick, said something to the effect that her little boy was growing up but at nearly 16 years of age still had no pubic hair, unlike his young sister at 13. The girl had clearly started puberty and had the beginnings of what promised to be a generous figure. The mother asked me to do her back and in my state of excitement I was very close to losing it. It was all I could do to stop myself from mauling her.
The kids went forward to the sun deck while we stayed on the helm seat in the cockpit. I made her aware of my state of arousal and she responded instantly. She was as turned on as I was. Unfortunately we could only sneak a few gropes and feels as it wasn't a large boat and we would have been seen by the kids. Also I had to keep control of the boat.
Later on we all sat in the cockpit in the shade of the canopy while we had lunch. The girl wouldn't leave her brother alone and kept taunting him about his ‘immaturity’ and how he should learn to control his erections. She wasn't encouraged by the mother but neither was she told to leave him alone. In fact they both laughed at him when he popped another boner while his mum was putting more protective cream.
I saw them for the rest of their holiday. I asked her why she treated her boy the way she did and she said that in truth he quite enjoyed being submissive to his sister and herself at home. But he really hated being embarrassed in front of others and would not cooperate at all. On the boat, it was too good an opportunity to miss and there was only me watching. She thought she would test him and see if he would allow her, knowing full well that he was able to refuse to cooperate. She was very aware of how strongly I reacted and I confessed to her that it was a strong fetish of mine.