Happy Monday, everyone! I cannot believe another week has gone by. Everything is so green in our neck of the woods as summer quickly approaches. Camping season has been a blast, even with the baby. That kid was practically born for the outdoors.
Let’s talk about degradation today, shall we? I found a close relation between humiliation and degradation. Humiliation is something that we can quickly recover from, such as a waitress giving you a weird look after your Mistress says, “Oh, he will not be eating this evening.” That feeling of humiliation only stays with you in that moment or while you are at that restaurant. Degradation stays with you longer and is a way to put someone “down.” Thinking back to the restaurant encounter. Mistress orders her dinner and then my dinner—no big deal. Dinner comes to the table, and Mistress takes the plate and spits on it before I eat it. That feeling of having Mistress spit in my food is degrading. It puts me in a status that is beneath her. I am inferior to her, and she shows it by spitting on my dinner. The insight here, Mistress spits on most of my food nowadays.
I really began thinking about degradation after my last post. I found some of my humiliation ideas can be degrading as well. It just depends on the act and context. I started to think about the context of degradation and believed that degradation in our lifestyle means tearing down the submissive. But not just break them down but to build them back up as a submissive partner, to know one’s place in the relationship. I know that not every BDSM relationship is this way. Some people want humiliation and no degradation, and some people just want to be tied up and whipped. To be honest, I have evolved to enjoy humiliation and degradation.
Mistress has practiced a degrading act relatively recently. We were in the shower washing off the smell of the gym. Mistress has removed my ability to scrub myself when we shower together, so when she goes to lather me up, she says, “You are going to smell so pretty.” She used her flowery smelly woman soap to know that we had friends coming over that night for game night. But it got me thinking about the degrading part of that exchange. While I can explain to our friends that I ran out of soap and had to use hers, I would not have the ability to clarify if I was wearing woman deodorant and perfume as well. Our friends are very vanilla, so being forced to wear female deodorant and perfume would raise some questions and be degrading. In our society, forcing feminine products on males is a form of degradation.
Another example is that I have been itching to buy a new pair to tennis shoes as mine are reaching the end of their lives. This can be a time for Mistress Piixie to cash in and purchase me some new shoes that are more on the feminine side and giggle as I wear them out in public. More so, But Mistress has forced me to wear stockings, Lipstick, and T-shirts before. I absolutely hate it, but the fact that she pushes me to this level of control and degradation excites me. Again, the common theme for me is the power exchange. I do not want to don those items willingly, but when Mistress drops stockings, heels, a very feminine shirt on the bed as my clothes for the day and says, meet me in the bathroom for your makeup, I cannot help get a little excited.
But Mistress Piixie and I just started evolving into more of the degradation aspect of our lifestyle. We have always had a piece of it, but it was light and fun, but now we evolving into a more experienced level of female domination. Degradation is different than getting whipped. The psychological torture that is practiced is marvelous. Do I cringe when I know that Mistress spit in my food? Absolutely, but I get so aroused living that power exchange with her.
Recently, Mistress has renamed our bedroom to her bedroom and our bed to her bed. I get to sleep next to her every night, for now. It will not be long until I am permanently leashed or restrained to the bottom of the bed or underneath the bed. I find that sleeping at her feet or under her extremely arousing all while losing access to her bed. It is hugely degrading that I am so beneath her that I have to sleep at her feet or underneath the bed.
I talked about the loss of my name in the humiliation post last week. While humiliating, that is also a bit degrading, especially if she began using derogatory societal terms such as bitch more so than she uses Kitty. Even more degrading would be the requirement to curtsy, my Mistress, in public and private settings. That degrading act is a form of psychological control that pushes me in all my right buttons. As I think more about this, I begin to fantasize about Mistress requiring my only form of communication as a curtsy and kneeling. No words, no voice, no gagged murmuring. That level of power and control is precisely what a woman should have, and a man should endure.
My brain is swimming with degradation ideas that can occur, and then a current act pops in my mind that reminds me that Mistress Piixie is evolving into the degradation scene more and more. As mentioned several times, I have to drink urine throughout the day if I don’t meet specific requirements. I am sure that will only increase.
I wear my collar with pride when Mistress clips it on during our nightly ritual. Not long ago, Mistress stated, “I should replace your collar with a thin little collar with a bell on it and make you wear it more often.” I do not find collars degrading by any means. My collar is second to my wedding band. Every day, I would wear it all day if I could get away with it, but I find a collar with a bell to be a bit degrading. I don’t know exactly why that is. Maybe because most collars like that are dainty, and that can circle back to the feminizing approach. Take the kitty bell collar, a diaper, and a baby bottle of half Mistress’s urine and half water, and I will be not only kissing the ground she walks on, but I’ll also be licking it.
Until next time.
Kneeling Kitty 