Service Slut

I’ve long since been a fan of humiliation. There is an indescribable satisfaction that I receive from being reduced to nothingness. But the question stands: Is it truly humiliating if pleasure is derived from the act? In order to attempt to answer this question, I suppose we should start understanding what exactly it means to be humiliated. Wikipedia describes it as follows: “…the abasement of pride, which creates mortification or leads to a state of being humbled or reduced to lowliness or submission. It is an emotion felt by a person whose social status has just decreased. It can be brought about through intimidation, physical or mental mistreatment or trickery, or by embarrassment if a person is revealed to have committed a socially or legally unacceptable act.” Mmm, sounds positively delicious, doesn’t it? Sign me up! Sorry, got distracted there for a second. I want to throw out some possibilities for why this is so enticing. Take your pick (or suggest your own in the comments!...

When I started to become aware of being submissive, I struggled a bit to accept that about myself. Part of why I had a difficult time coming to terms with it was because of the contradictory nature of my desires. This has now reared its head in regards to pet play. I was asked what kind of pet I saw myself as. The short answer: pup. The long answer: Its complicated. I was going to start with “I want to be” but the truth starts with admitting that “I am”. I might identify with a Cavalier King Charles Spaniel ’s or maybe a Lhasa Apso ’s characteristics. I want to be cherished. And I want to be a companion and feel Mistress pet my head. I want to be told I’m a good girl and be a prized possession. I want to wag my tail for her in excitement when she approaches me. I crave just laying at her feet and sighing with contentment. I want the excitement of being the cutest pup and the attention that comes with that. But then there are darker desires, the complicated part...