Humiliation

I remember my first sexual humiliation experience vividly. One of my first lovers made me bend over in the corner with my legs spread, while he sat on the bed watching. I felt so humiliated, all of my privates exposed. I knew he could see every detail of the part of my body I wasn’t fully comfortable looking at myself. I couldn’t bare to look him in the eye, I just stood there with my head between my legs hoping it would end soon.

After about 15 minutes of this, feeling his eyes on my bare backside, I felt wetness dripping down. I looked between my legs in shock to see streams of wetness dripping all over my thighs and onto the floor.

I thought to myself, “oh my gosh, why is this happening? I hope he doesn’t notice, what will he think of me?!” He laughed at me getting wetter and told me what he thought. He commented on how disgusting I was for enjoying being on display. To my surprise, his words didn’t upset me – they just made me wetter.

I was shocked at myself, but I had discovered something that really turned me on. I have since enjoyed many different types of humiliation, finding verbal humiliation to be ‘my thing’.