Physical Humiliation in BDSM
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Physical humiliation is a whole other ball game, one where parameters should also be set ahead of time. If you are a Dom, don’t just sneak up on your sub and shove a butt plug in his or her ass. Make sure he or she wants that butt plug (or candle or set of anal beads or whatever else gets inserted into asses nowadays) in his or her ass first.
In my experience, body worship is one of the most common forms of physical humiliation. While doing sessions at the Chelsea with Annie, she would often lead me by a leash to our Master’s feet, on my hands and knees, blindfolded, cuffed, and wearing little else. She would then say, “Caress your Master’s body,” and I would (usually while she caressed me). Sometimes she would tell me to kiss my Master’s feet and, if I wasn’t doing it “properly,” she would tell me to use my tongue (a verbal/physical combo!).
As with verbal humiliation, the varieties of physically humiliating acts a Dom can command are endless. A few I experienced at the dungeon were forced masturbation, having to ask if I were allowed to have an orgasm during said forced masturbation, being spat on, being slapped, being used as a footstool, and so on. With boyfriends and lovers, the physical humiliation has been more sexual in nature—namely being ejaculated on. (Note: When they are aiming for the face, keep your eyes closed or have plenty of Visine handy.)
On one rare occasion when I was hired for a Dom session, I did the humiliating, dragging a timid gentleman out into the reception area on a leash so the other Mistresses could see his raging boner. I told him if he didn’t go with me, I would pee all over his face. (When we got back to the room, I then made him jack off in his own hand.) Another time, I applied a client’s makeup and dressed him in the beautiful evening gown that he’d brought with him. Interestingly enough, he brought a matching gown for me, which I put on. Once we were all dressed up with nowhere to go, he simply wanted to be called a “pretty girl.” (He actually was quite pretty. I thought he looked better in the gown than I did.)
At the dungeon we had plenty of “house slaves.” These were dudes who ran errands and acted as maids for us at no fee as long as we humiliated them. It wasn’t unusual to arrive at work to find one such slave vacuuming naked. Sometimes we made them run out and get us lunch (their treat), ChapStick®, Dr. Scholl®’s insoles, moisturizer, and anything else we wanted. Occasionally the Mistresses wrote “bitch” on both sides of the house slave’s hands so he would be publicly humiliated upon paying. If you are a slob, getting your own house slave isn’t such a bad idea.
A great deal of BDSM play could be considered physical humiliation, whether it’s erotic objectification (using your sub’s back as a table upon which you eat the aforementioned sandwich), making them perform a spirited cheer in your honor, or simply jizzing on your sub’s face. The only real limit is your imagination, boundaries, and budget. (Not everyone can afford a new evening gown!)
