My public humiliation fantasy takes place among a small group of people I know, and am friendly with. We are either here at home, or at another person's home. It begins with some good-natured teasing to try and make me blush. I feel secure because I know it's a game. I even laugh a little.
Then someone asks my Sir a personal question about me, and I protest, but my Sir shushes me. He responds in a frank way that makes me uncomfortable, but it's not cruel. I'm a bit flustered, but he pets me as they continue to talk about me. The probing questions continue, and they speak about me as though I'm either not there or can't understand what they're saying. This continues to the point where I am blinking back tears, despite the quite gentle nature of it all.
At this point, my Sir draws attention to the fact that I am in tears, as if he hadn't noticed before. He tells me to stop crying- that we're all friends here, and I don't need to make anyone feel badly. He suggests I sit in a corner until I can compose myself. The rest of the group agrees that this is a good suggestion, and there are a few comments about my lack of poise.
I know it's not terribly descriptive as to what I want to happen, but it varies in my head, depending on the people involved. Obviously, they would have to be comfortable and informed about the direction of the scene before it took place. At the end I would want to be held and reassured, after I had spent some time in my own head.
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