I’m surprised I’ve never developed a humiliation kink. God knows, I’ve given myself enough opportunities.
My latest non-consensual attempt happened in my building’s elevator. I was heading out to get coffee, wrapped up warm against the chill of Seattle in April. A rather attractive younger woman got on, smiled at me and said hello. She kept glancing across at me, asking how my day was going and made some cheerful small talk about the weather. I wasn’t delusional enough to think she was flirting, but it’s always nice to have a positive interaction with neighbors. I walked up to my coffee shop in a cheerful mood. It wasn’t until I’d arrived and taken off my black woolen hat that I realized that I’d put it on inside out. The white care label was sticking straight up on the top, like a giant surrender flag of lost dignity. No wonder she kept looking back at me. It’s not often you see a 50 year old man who still hasn’t figured out how to dress himself properly.
Here’s once answer to the problem of errant clothing – an official uniform and a domme who inspects every aspect of it extremely closely. That’d certainly help focus the mind of a morning. The drawing is – of course – by the brilliant Sardax.
Ah… random acts of public humiliation, Paltego! Lovely. You see, that’s where my kink has the advantage over yours. What are the chances that you’re walking down the street and some random lady accidentally hangs you upside-down, attaches clamps to your nipples and shoves a sound up your cock? I mean, I haven’t worked out the odds, but they have to be quite low.
The gentleman in that wonderful Sardax scene can step smartly out into the street on his errands with confidence, now he has been inspected. Nothing worse than walking along, thinking everything’s fine, only to realise your seams aren’t straight, the hem of your pinafore’s showing and your lacy apron is wonky.
I once nearly left a session wearing a dog collar. I had a very observant and kind Mistress. Plus, I suppose, she didn’t want to lose the collar.
Best wishes
S
I have to admit, to date I’ve never been randomly selected for street sounding. Hope springs eternal however.
Walking around in a dog collar would have been interesting. You should think about trying facial rope bondage – that can leave some lovely distinctive marks that last for a good while. Nothing like being kicked out of a dungeon and having to face public transport with some clear rope marks across the cheeks and forehead!
-paltego
Have been reading and enjoying your blog for years!! You have kept us informed, aware and knowledgeable about our shared kink! Thank you!!
Glad you’ve enjoyed it! Thanks for sharing that and stopping by.
-paltego
I did once go to work wearing one brown shoe and one black shoe which was embarrassing. And once in a crowded pub in London a Mistress threatened, in a very loud voice, to put me over her knee and spank me after I got her drink order wrong. I find accidental embarrassment far more excruciating than deliberate humiliation play. I mean I was spanked and caned onstage in front of about 100 strangers at an Erotica event and that was fantastic and my Mistress frequently used me as a demonstration model for newbies who weren’t quite sure what they wanted and I enjoyed that a lot.
Thanks Simon for reminding me of an old French movie. You wouldn’t happen to be a tall blond man? : https://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/The_Tall_Blond_Man_with_One_Black_Shoe
Thanks paltego for another excellent post; I’ve grown way too old to be embarrassed myself by an inside-out woollen hat, but as for going out in a maid’s outfit, I’m not up for that.
I wish embarrassment was a function of age for me. That’d be good progress. I can barely stand to watch people being embarrassed on TV, let alone in real life! Definitely with you on the maid outfits.
Thanks for stopping by!
-paltego
I’ve worn odd socks before, but never managed to get my shoes mixed up. That must have been a bit of an awkward day!
Definitely get the appeal of being a demo bottom. Nice to be useful :-). Hopefully you got the drink order right first time…
-paltego