Humiliation

@Secret_sub: Enjoyed you post below! Sorry that you had bad experiences in your teen years. I can relate to your saying "It is a way of " escape" from real life I think." To that end, even my being here does that.

As for definitions, looking at the dictionary, I don't quite see an explanation that mentions the sexual excitement it's been for me.

How .y dom did me and how I do my sissies.

Dressing them up poorly. Not just nonpassable but ridiculously stupid. Maybe not even dressing them at all just taking them places to do stupid stuff I have some stories of mine if you'd like to read them and I will tell you that is some BSM in them

I do enjoy receiving small penis humiliation

It depends on the reason I am being humiliated as to if I like it or not. When I am being forced to take a very large enema I really like to be humiliated while I am taking it, while I am holding it and when I am expelling it. I like to be watched at all times when I am getting a large enema as punishment.

At other times it depends on a lot of things as to if I like to be humiliated or not. When it comes to sex with a male or a female, I like it to be fun for both of us and not to humiliate either one of us.

Most of my fantasies revolve around submission and humiliation. My fantasies involve a male Dom that I trust, will push me physically and mentally beyond my limits. My fantasies involve one Dom in charge and up to 2 men who observe and assist. For me, what makes me most humiliated is being naked and having all control of urinating and defecating taken away. Having to squat over a bucket or remain in stirrups on exam table with bed pan is a huge turn on as well. Looking at their faces as they are focused on my bottom and vagina as I’m urinating and defecating. Knowing that everyone in the room is hearing the liquid feces from my bottom squirt Into the bucket or bed pan, hearing my urine trickle into the bucket or bed pan…huge turn on.

I can picture the doctor and his assistants leaving the room for a bit, coming back in to find me squatting over the bucket. The doctor leans back against the counter, arms crossed, and just watches with satisfaction, as I have given up on my dignity, letting anyone who walks into the room have a full sensory experience to the most intimate activity a human does. The doctor knows that my Complete focus is now waiting for each involuntary Intestinal contraction. I have accepted there isnt a point in leaving this humiliating squatting position because the feces squirts out of me before I can get back to the bucket.

After watching me for a few minutes, the doctor will ask me questions about my current psychological state. I’m too tired to even be annoyed by his questions and no longer care that my legs are spread far apart, ensuring the men have a constant view of my vagina and bottom. My senses no longer care about the humiliating smell, squirting sounds, or the disgusting feeling of warm-sticking liquid that is now all over the inside of my legs.

At some point, things slow down, the assistants clean up the inside of my legs, put a new bucket underneath me, and with a gleam in his eyes, the doctor squats in front of me, looks me in the eyes and nonchalantly pushes a soap stick up my bottom, massaging it around, asking me if it burns, if I can feel it rubbing against my rectum walls. Through tears and agony, he can hear the annoyance and pleas to stop in my voice. Yet, he just remains in place, ensuring the soap stick completely dissolves and not letting me push it back out…

I unintentionally get an erection when i have to disrobe completely to receive a paddling. I believe it’s my bodies way of dealing with the fear and humiliation

This morning I indulged in a new way of playing. The humiliation part was that the spanking I got was administered by myself, whilst filming. I felt so humiliated which in turn turned me on even more than I already was.

Definitely will try that again.

For me humiliation and embarassment are the most important key factors in a role play exam. I like to play with mature Doctor that are initially friendly and reassurant but after the initial interview, with humiliating questions, they become strict and force me to submit to humiliating and extensive genital /rectal exams.

At least for me, humiliation seems to be a part of enjoying wearing diapers, wetting in them and having someone either know I'm wearing my diapers and rubber pants or actually see me in them and change my wet diapers. I began feeling that way when I was a teen and my mother had to diaper me before bed and while she wiped and powdered me before pinning my diapers on, my pee-pee would become aroused. I felt so embarrassed and ashamed that I still wet my bed and needed her to diaper me, but at the same time I would feel sexually aroused and by the time I left for university I that association of wetting my bed or pants and wearing diapers and rubber pants as an adult when no one else did was so embarrassing. Later, after finishing my education and beginning my career, I would experiment with wearing diapers around other people, especially girls I was interested in knowing. I'd wet myself and I always felt so excited and turned on when I did, but at the same time feeling so frightened she would find out I was wearing diapers and rubber pants under my clothes and tell me I was immature or despicable or worse. More than once I was discovered, more or less intentionally and I felt so humiliated that I would get a huge erection and need to relieve myself, and became even more humiliating. Eventually I did meet girls I told about my diaper fetish and when I let her see me in just my diapers and rubber pants, I'd get such an erection and would feel even more childish, immature and more or less helpless, especially if she laughed when she saw me like that, which happened more than once. But what I came to understand is that for me, placing myself in the position of wearing diapers and rubber pants, wetting or even messing my diapers when I around others, especially my wife and her friends, is the most erotic and arousing experience especially when they see me in my diapers, tease me about it, and finally when my wife leads me to our bedroom, tell me to lay down and proceed to remove my rubber pants, unpin my soggy diapers and play with me.

My late wife and I Included spanking in our sex life early. We kept it to ourselves, except in one respect; when we were out and I said or something she did not like, she whacked my ass. I knew a spanking was coming at home.

That was OK since I thought that whack private to ourselves. I did know for a long time she had told two of her friends the meaning of the action.

One evening we were at a party and she whacked me. One of her friends, mostly drunk, came over to me and whispered in my ear that she knew what was going to happen to me later. I was thoroughly embarrassed, turning bright red.

Later at home, I got the spanking and asked about her friend. She refused to tell me if others knew. To make her point, she also gave me an enema, followed by another spanking. That became the normal for my questioning her.

I was thoroughly humiliated and wondered who else knew. Eventually, she told me but the spanking and enemas became more frequent. I realized I had to obey

I hated it for years, and now I love it.

2 of my husbands humiliated me and I promised myself I would never do it to anyone when all that changed.

A guy from work took me out for a drink along with his wife after my divorce and I was drinking a bit to heavy them and let slip I enjoyed MedFet. In my drunken state I agreed to examine him later that week.

He turned up and his wife came too. I told him to undress as do with all my patients, and from the time he undid his first button to the time he finished getting dressed she belittled him all the time. This really upset me as he was a sweet guy and totally out of character I turned on her and told her it undress as it was her turn to be examined. It took some harsher words, but to my surprise she did. She stood before me naked and although she was around 60 she had a really fit body, but I grabbed her tits and told her how horrible they were, then I prodded her in her tummy and my words really must have struck home as she went shy and tried to cover herself up with her clothes.

After the exam I thought that was the end of it, but a few weeks later she turned up with her husband and she said that it was her turn to examine me. I protested but she went on and reminded me what I had done to her. I was shy then but undressed feeling totally humiliated standing naked in front of them especially when she did the same to me as I had done to her. They then proceeded to examine me, and I have never been so turned on.

Now I love being humiliated and doing the same to others.

So, did it progress to any sexual activity after the humiliating “exams” @SouthernAnn ? Or was that something you masturbated to afterwards?

Oh it turned into full sex, which turned into a long term relationship with the couple, which turned into a lesbian relationship with the wife.

I love to be humiliated, I can act pretty lackadaisical in real life so I don't think most people know I would love to be overpowered. I think keeping a secret like that is an extra layer of humiliation that turns me on.

Yes, I like to be as patient with strict doctors who are kind and friendly but later take humiliating exams and force me to ask him out loud to do this to me!

Yes, I like to be as patient with strict doctors who are kind and friendly but later take humiliating exams and force me to ask him out loud to do this to me!

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Yes I would like to be humiliated in front of any people because I have wet my bed and that I am being forced now to wear diapers and plastic pants all day and nights

I remember well what happened back then when I wet the bed again at the age of 5.

Our governess put me over her knee and spanked me. Then she left me in the corner until my sisters and parents came home.

They saw me standing in the corner with dark red cheeks.

Ella (our governess) said to me: "tell your sisters and parents why I punished you".

I had to confess in front of everyone that I would have wet the bed again.

My sisters laughed at me and said, "then our little brother needs diapers again until he is dry".

I turned red in the face and began to sob.

Ella then carried me into the room and put on diapers made from old cloths. Over them she wrapped a plastic sheet which was normally used as a tablecloth. Over it I had to put on my sister's nightgown and so she then showed me to my sisters and my parents. It was extremely shameful and humiliating.

Today I wish that my girlfriend would unexpectedly expose me in front of her friends and ask me to drop my pants and show everyone that I still need diapers and rubber panties.

@Southern Ann What age were you when all of this happened?

@Nemo Sum

I was 29

@SouthernAnn Would you say the woman was in better shape than you?

Hi my mother used to dress me in girls clothes when I was 12 she caught me in hers and she used to punish me like this a lot in front of friends and family and she would take me shopping for clothes and sandles she would make me try on skirts and dresses then made to walk home in them so I have lots of humiliation stories feel free to ask me anything

She was a tall and statuesque woman with great presence. She turned heads when she entered a room. She was very intelligent, aloof and unapproachable and rather intimidating. We lived in separate flats in a large old converted house in London and as my flatmates were complete a..holes, I spent a lot of time with her and the other two girls who shared with her. We'd talk and drink and generally chill but she always kept apart and rarely got involved. Once during a discussion she got a little heated and made a couple of rude and offensive comments. My Latin temper flared and in response I aggressively gave her a piece of my mind. To my surprise she backed off immediately and meekly apologised. After this she became more amenable and we gradually got to know each other better. Behind the bold facade was a timid and very insecure young girl. Our relationship evolved into an unexpected dominant/submissive one. She had no sexual experience whatsoever and I became her willing tutor. This made her reliant on me and she discovered a huge sex drive which became nearly an addiction. She complied with most of my requests, even those she considered bizarre and although she said she hated herself, she enjoyed the sexual stimulation too much to stop.

Now I must admit that although I'd had quite some experience for my young age, I was still experimenting myself and I was always pushing the boundaries. Much easier when there is a compliant partner. My fetish of enjoying people's shyness and embarrassment was predominant at the time and a libertine, swinging London was the ideal place to be. This was the era of miniskirts, no bras and unorthodox fashion. Some of you may remember the bizarre style which consisted of a loose sleeveless shirt with large holes where the sleeve should have been. This left the breast completely exposed when the arm was lifted. It was very tantalising but as long as the arms were kept down by her sides it was fine. My girlfriend's innate shyness made her an ideal candidate. I would make her go on the underground train wearing this top, but she had to stand and hold on to the straps. This meant her breast and nipple was exposed as the train rocked along. Every time she spotted someone looking she would turn away in embarrassment then look at me beggingly to let her sit down. Her face was flushed as she avoided looking people in the eye and she told me later that her nipples were so swollen it was all she could do not to rub them. When the train was really crowded she sometimes rubbed her nipples on the back of another passenger. As soon as we got off the train we'd find as private a corner as possible in the busy station and have a rapid thrust and grope. She would have an emotional shaking orgasm.We went on for a couple of years getting more creative and adventurous. Every time I remember events like this, it triggers new memories. They do say that as one gets older, long term memory improves.

Now this was a beautiful, intelligent and successful young career woman, who could easily have had any man she wanted. Yet she was driven by her desires to allow herself to be demeaned and even put her career at risk. She chose to place herself at my disposal totally. It got to the point where she became so dependant that she was beginning to suppress her own personality and mould it to mine. It frightened me somewhat and in hindsight, I was not mature or clever enough to manage the situation. I suppose that I could also not handle the responsibility of having another person depend on me so entirely. If only I knew then what I know now! Our relationship did not end well because of my incompetent and admittedly selfish behaviour.

We lost contact ages ago but, through social media I discovered that she went on to achieve a very successful career. I'm pleased and hope that she also managed to find happiness.

From childhood, I preferred to dominate rather than be dominated, embarrassed and humiliated. But even then the situations in which I was humiliated, apart from embarrassment, aroused in me a certain excitement.

For example, when my mother decided that I would get an enema, I was not thrilled. However, I have always felt a certain agitation in the preparation for this procedure. I remember always waiting for this momnt, when my mom would come into the room, get the bulb ready, and then tell me to take off my panties.

I remember that I didn't like questions about a medical examination on a military commission, and at the same time I recalled the moment when my genitals were thoroughly examined.

My former Daddy enjoyed putting a plug in me and then taking me out shopping. We had a large outdoor outlwt mall. He would come behind me as I was looking at an item and reach his hand forward touch the plug. Then he would say in a normal voice something about hoping it didn’t fall out. He would also direct me to go ask a clerk a ridiculous question or ask if they’d mark an item down in price. Then he’d walk over and tell me I was being rude and should apologize. After I’d apologize he’d say I think you need a spanking for such behavior! Or he’d say I will wash that mouth out with soap again! Let’s go talk, come now.

Then he’d lead me to the family restroom. He’d sometimes spank me or sometimes he’d remove my plug to lube it back up. He also liked me to not wear any panties if we were going out to dinner or something. He sit right next to me, lift my skirt and tell me to spread my legs, Often times inserting his finger, or a utensil from the table all while talking about how tight his little girl was and how happy he was to help me learn to go potty on the toilet.

Things to this nature. Not loud but not a whisper. We lived near the beach and sometimes he’d wake me in the middle of the night to walk the beach, in my diaper and t shirt, sucking my pacifier. He also would lay me down on grass near the edge of the sand to change my diaper.

These were all humiliating for me. I loved it, but the intense anxiety of being "caught" made me on edge between love and hate. Now I live near the edge of a forest and have fantasies of being forced against a tree to be spanked.

For as long as I can remember I have been aroused by embarrassment and humiliation. Recently my Dom has been using this to great effect, varying the ways to make me feel as submissive as I ever have done.

1 particular humiliation gets me very wet every time I think about it,

I can not explain why humiliation/ shame has such a powerful effect

@Secret_sub 1 particular humiliation gets me very wet every time I think about it,

Curious as to what it is?

@redevil not telling as anything I say might be used against me. And this particular punishment I try to avoid as much as possible!!

@redevil not telling as anything I say might be used against me. And this particular punishment I try to avoid as much as possible!!

OMG! You can't leave us hanging!

You've totally piqued my interest.