Humiliation

[Mistress Dalisay]

Share a memory or thought!

What’s one thing that breaks you? When I say break, I mean completely shatter your ego and turn you into a whimpering sub.

[noviceButCurious]

Getting mocked and verbally humiliated by a woman makes me fold like a wet tissue…being degraded and humiliated breaks down the barrier for me to submit to anything.

[Ford Ranger]

I think when I can’t do the task I’ve been given. Like, here I am being a pathetic little submissive, and I can’t even do that right. It makes me twice as eager to do whatever I’m told and try to do it well. 

[Karl]

Disobeying instructions, but a heartfelt response: The first memory your post triggered was of a session where I wasn't completely shattered, but the humiliation has stayed with me to this day (longevity instead of completeness).

I had a session with a Mistress, throughout which she remained fully clothed.  After the session ended, we were talking.  She was headed somewhere else.  As she changed clothes while we chatted, she casually removed her top, baring her breasts.

In a vanilla context, a woman who does this is sending a strong sexual signal to the man.  In my case, of course, there was no question of any such implication.  Instead, her implication was that she didn't need to act as if a man were present.  I didn't even count.

I experienced it as being more humiliating than anything she had done in session.

[TKLVR]

When done sadistically, tickle torture breaks me. What adds to the humiliation is that something that is seemingly so gentle and harmless can turn me into a writhing, helpless, begging lump of laughter. 

[theDumbMule]

The breaking and whimpering usually come from pain. 
 

The humiliation comes from the whimpering when I’m unable to stop even when the mistress makes fun of me for it or tells me to stop.

[sissyrobbi]

just strip me bare and tell me the truth 🩷 'any woman who sees you would laugh, or use you. never love you'

 

[Dannyboy]

I was severely injured in an accident and was able to survive and recuperate in a most heroic fashion. Most of my concern was in comforting those who knew and loved me and keeping my Mistresses informed of my situation and progress. Over 8 months later in a session with profound psychological overtones. my Mistress got me to relax all my defenses and talk about my fears. I buried my crippling fear of the actual possibility of death when that accident occurred. I broke down in tears, finally releasing that demon within me. She hugged and consoled me then and I never flashed back to that moment ever since.

Dannyboy