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!...

After lengthy consideration, I made the decision to play in public this weekend. With who you may ask? Miss H, that’s who. Gosh, this woman intrigues me so much and I cannot for the life of me figure out why. Even now, as I type this, I sit here wondering how I came to this decision. A decision which seemed to have required a lot of steps but ended up being painless. As many people will assert, the internet and her valuable search engines are the portal through which many find their way into the kinky side of the pool. For yours truly, this is a fact. I didn’t know anyone and had no way of making contact with others who had similar urges. God forbid I actually TALK about it with someone! Eek! I started reading a lot. Not just informational items about BDSM but also TONS of erotica. There was nights I would stay up reading and imagining myself in the role of the submissive or slave in the tale I was reading. Next thing I knew, the sun had already risen. Never in my wildest dreams did ...