#52weeksofkink Humiliation Week
I don’t do humiliation. I do not enjoy making people feel bad about themselves. This made humiliation perfect for my #52weeksofkink project. Something completely outside my comfort zone…I actually didn’t think I’d get to this kink, but, some joking around with my pups lead to a weird discovery.
Big Dick Humiliation. I enjoyed when guys made fun of my donkey cock and bull balls. Perhaps “enjoyed” is the wrong word for the feeling, but it triggered a familiar ache inside me. It made me feel submissive.
bearberlycrusher shared with me his experiences on both ends of humiliation. It was incredibly enlightening, I hope he shares it to his blog soon. Once I had a better understanding of what was turning me on, I wanted to push it as far as I could.
I got you guys involved.
Over the course of this week, I’ve received over ~170+ posts teasing me for being too big, uselessly large, etc… It was overwhelming. I was helpless. Subdued into submission by the onslaught of attention my oversized cock was getting.
The final step was to take everything I had learned and construct a scene.
Alpha and I swapped roles. I was his pup Krypto, he was my Sir. He had instructed me to dress in my gym short-shorts. They’re absurdly packagey, my junk hefted out several inches from my body, further than my pecs. It was completely obscene.
Sir paraded me around the gym, having me do exercises that showed me off. I was embarrassed, shy, kept my eyes down the entire time. I could barely speak besides a whimper or stuttered “Y-yes, Sir.”
Deadlifts was the worst. my package got completely in the way. Every rep making me more self conscious. Sir paced around me, chuckling, idly teasing me for having such a huge, useless cock. Slapping me on the butt, reminding me what I was good for. Every interaction made me shiver. I couldn’t resist. I was a big, overgrown, dumb bull. And I loved it.
Thank you for helping me explore this, Sir.