TheWord -> RE: Female Humiliation - in the scene (10/24/2006 5:28:56 AM)
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When I was young, in my 20's, I was married to a wonderful woman. She loved to dance, and she loved being restrained. I was entranced by the female torso with a wasp waist. We would combine these elements so that when we arrived at what ever vanilla dance club we were going to spend the evening in, she would be in strict body bondage, with all access to her private parts denied. He dress would be of very light color, and she would be wearing the usual orgasm intensifiers. Both orgasmic and elimination relief would be denied to her under pain of strict training. She had neither acess nor permission. As the evening wore on, the combination of preparation with mild irritants, cayenne pepper, for example, and the increassed pressure of bodily fluids would increase the psychologic pressure, until she was no longer able to conform to instructions. Her fear and anticipation would grow delightfully. She would not only be reduced to a figety, nervous squirming child by the anticipation of humiliation caused by an obvous and growing darkness on her dress, but by the onset of an uncontrollable orgasm, (not the least of her worries was the attempt to supress the most amazing noises which she made during orgasm). Her humiliation would be accellerated by the indignity of beng forced to beg to be taken out of the place to some place more private where she could be less observed. We had many delightful evenings this way. She was so beautiful, that she received many requests to dance. Of course, being the gentleman that I was, I always allowed her to dance with others. You can imagine their surprise when they discovered that she was tightly laced, and that her choker had no visible means of opening it. The "Story of O" had just made a sensation in Time magazine, but still the idea of Masters and Slaves had not permeated to the average young couple. When she was returned to the table by the unsuspecting vanilla, he always had a strange look on his face, as if he were trying to realize what he had just experienced. She would be exquisite, eyes sparkling with mischief, cheeks red with shame, and would bubble over the.thought train which might be going on in his head. She was so lovely it was incredible. Years later there was a lame version of the book made into a movie. My partner and I went to see it at the local campus art flic joint. We were quite bored, but the vanilla youth were locked in to the screen. One kid whispered loudly into his young lady's ear, "That is what I am going to do with you from now on!" Wrong couple! She started giggling so loudly and uncontrolably, they got removed from the theater. I guess in that case the embarrassment sat on the other foot! .
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