The Power of Humiliation in a Public Setting
It’s been about a month since that night in Palm Springs. It was a night that gave me a better understanding of myself and erotically haunts me even now.
I was on my knees on the rug facing you. You and my wife were seated on the sofa. You leaned in toward my face and opened your mouth to speak. Your face went blank and your eyes turned a deeper steely blue. I knew you were going to say something important and leaned in to hear what you had to say.
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“You’re..a..fucking..ignorant..little..slut!”
Your voice was quiet but pushed those words with so much velocity and intensiveness into me I thought I’d been thrown against the wall. Instead, because I’m a submissive male and knew the context of those words, the words hit in a way that made me dizzy. My knees went weak. My mind was reeling. I felt more submissive than I’d ever felt. I wanted to sink into the carpet. I felt humiliated but excited and loved all at the same time.
Not a day goes past that I don’t stop and think about that moment, replay it, and reflect. I felt in that moment I was seen and acknowledged.
