Day 24 of Little Introspection: Do You Feel That You Gravitate Towards Humiliation?

Hi Friends!

A very Happy Friday to you! Today, I’m going to give you a more personal look at humiliation and how it applies to me. In the last post we defined what humiliation and degradation is, and how dominants use them to punish, train, or make their submissive further obey them. Today, I want to share some more personal experiences about why I enjoy humiliation as a submissive.

It might be surprising that as a Little I enjoy humiliation. After all, I’m an HSP (highly sensitive person) and a bit tender hearted. Like many submissives out there, I yearn to please my Daddy, and the thought of getting punished makes me want to cry. But, it’s important to remember that I’m not actually little. I’m a grown, legal adult who regresses to the mindset of a child when I enter little space. As such, there is this large part of me that is still submissive… but I’m an adult. It is in that head space that humiliation comes into play.

For me, it’s thrilling when I’m commanded to do something outside of my comfort zone. My heart begins to race. I feel my breath catch in my throat. I tremble a bit, and all I can do is to lean on my dominant to guide me through the process. I must obey, because it’s the only choice I have. When I’m in that moment that I’m commanded to do something, I move automatically. My usually busy mind stills, and I obey. I love to obey. I wait on pins and needles for those two little words that send tingles up and down my spine: good girl. Mmpf! It’s thrilling to know that I completed a task well. Throughout our lives we’re under so much pressure. We get pressure from family, teachers, friends, bosses, and clients. But to hear praise from your dominant, especially after doing a task that felt difficult, you break through a barrier that you didn’t think you could. A wave of adrenaline rushes your system and all you can do is sigh with pure bliss.

I’ll give you an example.

I’ve always been a fairly modest person. I grew up in a home where sex was never spoken about and I never got “the talk” from my parents. So, needless to say, when using the restroom the doors were absolutely closed if not locked. One night my Daddy was ready to test my limits. Admittedly, I had been in a bit of a mood and mouthed off to him a bit. “Kitten, you better stop or I’m going to punish you” he warned me. I strutted across the room, hands on my hips, paused and glanced over my shoulder. “Pfft, like you WOULD!” I said in a sassy tone. (Yeah, I was being a bit of a brat). In an instant he was off of the bed walking towards me. With a firm grip to my wrist he led me into the restroom, made me strip down, and sit on the potty. “You are NOT leaving until you look me dead in the eyes and pee into the potty” he said in a low growl. My jaw fell open. My mind spun with fear!

Sure, we’re married. And yes, we’ve seen each other naked. But to share the bathroom like that?? Uh, no way! Yet, there I was having to obey this command of humiliation. Finally, unable to hold it any longer I began to pee. “Stare into my eyes” he said gripping my chin, forcing me to stare him down. I felt my soul shrink, and yet at the same time I broke a barrier with him. It was a punishment that he wouldn’t be able to use again, but in that moment it worked beautifully. My grumps melted away and I apologized for being sassy. 🙂

Humiliation isn’t for everyone and I understand that. But for me, it’s a spontaneous adventure that I don’t mind going on every now and then. I hope you all have an AWESOME weekend, and I’ll see you back here on the next post!

Much love,

~Penny xx

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