This post can probably go on forever as Mistress and I are keen on the male humiliation scene. I mean, I have forever lost my own underwear. I now wear woman’s underwear. Oh, and not the “Oh, I got some new underwear” kind of garment. Nope, I have Mistress’s old hand-me-down underwear. Well, not all of it. Some of it is new as Mistress likes me in a fresh pair of lacy panties as I kneel at her feet. I don’t think much about it when we are at home because wearing panties has become my norm, but I always feel that someone can see them when we are out in public. Even after these years, I still worry that people can see the panties and know that I have lost all my male underwear.
I feel humiliation in both public and private settings. We haven’t been able to dive into our public humiliation as much since COVID hit, obviously. However, Mistress has increased her humiliation efforts here at home. The other day I ate part of my lunch from the floor after she smashed it, and I ensured there was nothing left to “show” that lunch was on the floor. Mistress went on an organization spree shortly after that incident. She found that her collection of different boots gathering dirt and grime from their use over the winter. She handcuffed me and forced me to clean all nine pairs of her dirty boots. I was relieved that I had to fix only one book from the eighteen I had to lick clean from heel to toe and up.
But none of that is profound for a deep thoughts post. Sometimes deeper thinking of humiliation is humiliating enough. Writing this blog post about humiliation almost serves as a bit of humiliation. I am forcing myself to go even deeper and expose some things I have thought about. Mistress and I were doing our nightly routine not long ago, and she said, “I need to take more naughty pictures of you.” That got me thinking. Mistress could spend some time putting me in some extreme bondage scene in, let us say, our dog cage and then take pictures of that scene. Humiliating…but not too bad. But what if I was in some extreme bondage scene in a dog cage while forced to wear a full woman’s outfit? That would be extremely humiliating. I have already mentioned by underwear requirement above but adding to that always makes me feel embarrassed. Mistress already chooses my clothes for my everyday wear. I am sure the day is coming when she begins implementing more women’s clothing and less man’s clothing. Of course, nothing is noticeable by the members of our household.
The thought of humiliation brings me back to a dream I had not so long ago. I didn’t share this with Mistress as I saved it for this post, and I almost forgot about it. Mistress and I were in one of our sessions where she is just doing her thing, and I am forced to sit and stay out of sight and out of mind. She filled up a baby bottle with half urine and half water and instructed me that it better be finished before she returned, or I would be punished. Sucking on a baby bottle full of her watered-down urine was pretty humiliating. I woke up before I found out how to be punished, but I can assure you it would not be pretty.
Mistress adores making me squirm in public. She knows that she can easily accomplish an entire evening of writhing when she plans humiliating events. I always find it humiliating, therefore sexy, when I have to keep my eyes down in public and then chastised in public for allowing my eyes to wander up. I would not say that it is the humiliation that gets me excited; it is the power and control that she is exhibiting by doing so. I have also been thinking about Mistress, and I’s little trips we tend to take from time to time. It would be humiliating for Mistress to make me stand next to the car until she permits me to enter her car, order for me by telling the server/bartender that I am not allowed to order for myself. Again, it is not so much as the humiliation the drives me wild. It is that power she displays so well.
I believe I will need more time to dig even deeper because I bet I have more rolling around in my brain. Be ready for round two next week. Until next time.
Kneeling Kitty 