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…