Humiliation

I walked into the room and in the middle of the floor my client was on all fours howling like a dog. It was one of those days. With coffee in hand I reached down and tugged on the leash he had already attached to himself.

“Come on puppy, time for your walk.”

The marketing executive scurried obediently to my side as I paraded him around the dungeon for public humiliation. The other girls all laughed at the dog’s tricks. He sat, he rolled over, played dead, shook, and fetched. The pièce de résistance was when I cracked a can of Alpo and dumped it on the floor. The dog lunged at the smelly wet food and lapped it up with his mouth, shaking his butt back n forth as if he was wagging some imaginary tail. Watching him lick the floor sent a chill up my spine. I knew very well what’s gone down on that dungeon floor.

Humiliation time was over and we walked as Master and dog back to the room we started in. I began some more training exercises and threw milk bones down his throat. With each task his doghood became more and more erect. I grabbed him by the back of the hair and forced him to look at himself in the mirror.

“Bark louder!” I commanded.

He did. He was barking and screaming with such vigour the cage in the room was rattling. The dog relieved himself into his dog bowl and immediately transformed back into Mark the executive.

“Thanks Mistress.” he casually said as he started to get dressed. I sterilized the equipment and watched Mark adjust his red tie.



I always found it amazing how someone could be so immersed into a scene and then turn it off on a dime. Not many clients did that as most needed some time to “come down” so to speak from sub space. But occasionally there were those clients that would be in one place emotionally and then BOOM when time was up they changed into their everyday persona. It is usually those clients that are busy businessmen, always on the go, no time for anything and constantly attached to their Blackberries. I often ponder if it’s the inability to linger in any sort of state of leisure or activity because they have to be off and running in a new direction doing oh so important things. Sometimes I think they feel embarrassment about what they do with me which jolts them into a nervous state hence causing them to flee the scene. I find it amusing, yet puzzling.

Mark handed me a nice tip and winked at me.

” See you next Thursday.” he said and did a quick idiot check around the room

“Be a good dog.” I said and patted him on the head as he walked out the door. The sadist in me liked to liked to give him one last emotional squirm before he exited the dungeon. Humiliation is a funny fetish. It’s by far one of my favourites to administer but certainly the most complex to understand for most. Humiliation is never a simple desire to comprehend but is by far one of the most common requests by men in power. Watching a judge sing “I’m a little teapot” while wearing a diaper with balloons taped to his head has probably been my greatest moment to date in the humiliation department. For me personally it’s the ultimate for creativity and entertainment.

Whether it’s a dog or a man being dressed up like one of the Lollipop k**s I get just as much pleasure out of the scenario as the client. I thank the powers that be everyday for perversion.

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