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You may be familiar with 1001011’s dark, sexy rope photography, but when we were making plans for our recent rope day we decided to go dancing with a different form of darkness.
Dark in the form of humiliation, playing with my comfort zones and dancing with my shame centre.
Rationally, I know there is no reason to be embarrassed about drool, ESPECIALLY when I’m wearing a Jennings Gag, and am bound and tipped forward on a bamboo pole. There was literally nothing I could do about this, but I curled up inside. The heat of humiliation tickling my cheeks. My eyes dropped to the floor while he walked around me and poked fun at my predicament. The more photos he took of the slobber that poured from my mouth the more I dribbled. A chuckle from him matched by a cringing groan from me.
For me, humiliation is hard to reach.
A place that only one has been able to take me. With S it was usually the vanilla part of tasks that hit the spot. Asking for help with something is a cruel torment for a strong, independent and bloody minded submissive like me. And then there was the time he sent me off to humiliate myself. Then, with a little help from Master Bigfoot, and a whole host of anonymous friends I kind of managed. (No dancing I’m afraid, bound to the wall, just this hooded wench being groped in the dark.)
And so, chatting with 1001011 about gags making me drool, drool making me embarrassed and humiliation being a place I love to go – but shy away from – why was I surprised when he said “I’m happy to play in that space”.
Given that the prompt for Sinful Sunday is “Dark And Sinister” I couldn’t not take you dancing through the wonderful world of trust, shame and strings of drool.
Shudders
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Thank you. Thank you for: sharing personal feelings, showing us your real self, proving hot images all the time.
I appreciate your posts.
Thank you so much Jerbear. I’ll only ever be me and it pleases me that you enjoy that. (And the moments captured on camera as much as the thoughts I’m attempting to unscramble on the screen)
Goodness … such an intense photo !!!
I’d be drooling about just being roped … and suspended … let alone gagged as well !!!
Xxx – K
It was such a fun experience, even if I did want to die inside a little – over the drooling. But that’s why meaningful connection is (for me) so important. It allows me to dig deep into my discomfort, in a consensual way, with loving kindness and care from the very person who inflicts the intensity on me.
Humiliation is such a funny one. The oddest things can set it off I my experience. There is lots of it that I don’t actually enjoy but it is really hard to explain between the type I like and type that makes me feel too small and vulnerable
molly
That feeling of being too small and vulnerable is not a fun space for me either. Fortunately my brain will only let people I trust implicitly play with the parts of me the feel humiliation and so it is rare I feel that heat in my belly.
Aside from drool though… my humiliation triggers are far removed from what people imagine them to be that I don’t have to worry about getting caught off guard too much.
I’m with you, I love gags but I’m with you on the drool, it’s deliciously humiliating.
Puddles and puddles on shame inducing dribble…