Kaliko
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Joined: 9/25/2010 Status: offline
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I usually love humiliation. It is interesting and enjoyable, in a suffering kind of way, to do unspeakable things and be treated in an unspeakable way because it is solely for him. It's an extreme show of intimacy and submission, having to take being spoken to or treated a certain way. And, well, I just find it hot. Can't help it. I get off on it. One day, though, he had me done up like a pony, which, while I know many people do enjoy that, for me is the most humiliating thing I could do - oh, the whole bit - he took the furniture out of my bedroom and covered it in straw and bales of hay and...well...it was a very interesting day. I hated it. I hate pony play, never wanted to do it, hated the thought of it, and that was something I found more humiliating than any of the other countless acts that would raise some eyebrows. I hated it while it was going on, but...looking back....afterwards, we had one of our most intimate experiences as a couple together. Hmm...so...am I supposed to be "getting off" on humiliation? Or is it not humiliation if I'm actually enjoying it? Either way...I love it, whether it's while it's going on, or the afterglow.
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