Writing the previous post on a minor wardrobe malfunction reminded me of a far more traumatic event many years back.
I was a teenager and attending school orchestra practice for my first and – with hindsight – only time. My given instrument was the cello, which I played really, really badly. However, the music teacher must have been particularly desperate for warm bodies and had invited me to join. I was surprised and intimidated to discover that the majority of the orchestra members were girls, mostly from the year or two above mine. This was not a crowd I was used to hanging with.
As I lurked around the edge of the music room I began to wonder if this could be an exciting new world for me. I was shy and terribly nervous about approaching girls. Was orchestra was the way in? Maybe if I actually started practicing, rather than trying to jam a week’s worth of work into the hour before each lesson, I could make a place for myself here. Could the hated cello turn out to be my path to romantic bliss?
As I contemplated these new possibilities a tall older girl detached herself from her group of friends and walked over to me.
“Tell me,” she said, loud enough for all to hear. “Do you often walk around with your trousers undone?”
Glancing down I realized that my zip had chosen the perfect moment to fail. My trousers were agape and my briefs on display to the school’s brass and string sections. Romantic bliss suddenly looked very unlikely. I fled to the washroom to effect some repairs and somehow made it through the practice. A few days later I had stroke of luck – I broke my arm. That wasn’t exactly pleasant, but it got me out of playing the cello, the orchestra and my scene of shame. Every cloud has a silver lining.
That all happened 30+ years ago and I still die inside when I think about it now. It sadly never transmuted itself into a kink. At least not for humiliation. If anyone wants to pull on a school uniform and beat me up, well that might be a different story.
Image is from Team Rinryu, the folks behind the Yapoo Market series.
Yikes! Sorry to hear you had to go through that. I myself am not a fan of humiliation.
I do, however, ponder about how I’m into certain kinks that most would consider humiliating but I don’t. For example, I love to be gagged with my mistress’s worn panties, and consider it a fun activity, even a privilege and an honour (after all, that pair of panties is likely ruined after being in my mouth all session). Yet I’ve read many a story where the submissives are utterly humiliated by the activity, and on forums where I’ve chatted with some, very few seem to view such an activity as non-humiliating.
I guess that an activity being potentially or actually humiliating is part of the turn-on for most, while for me, as a possible outlier, I need to _not_ feel humiliated in order to enjoy the kink. Ah the wonderful infinite diversity of existence.
Yes, it’s interesting how the same activity can be perceived differently or push different buttons. I’m with you – I’d consider a panty gag a win! – but as you say, not everyone does.
Cross dressing can similarly divide the crowd. I can enjoy it in a fun sexy way, but would hate it done as humiliation. For other’s that the primary goal. Watersports is another one that I think can cut both ways, with very different interpretations.
Maybe a good topic for a future post!
Thanks for commenting and sharing.
-paltego