In the confines of a BDSM dungeon, the indignities of humiliation are relatively easy to bear. Eventually, the submissive side of the equation gets used to the spankings, the yelling, the name calling and constant diapering. That’s when the truly cruel mistress turns to a more public form of humiliation. Just going through the motions and pretending to be upset that a fat woman in a pleather teddy is sitting on your face and restricting your breathing just won’t do. The mortification and suffering of the submissive have to be real.
If the above scenario occurred in private, you’d feign, you’d whine, you’d say your little safety word and it would all be over. Imagine the same thing happening – say – in the lobby of a theater. It would be an entirely different story. Being aware of the gawking eyes gawking at you, you’d panic. After your panic got well underway, you’d become very aware that breathing is difficult and panic even more. You’d forget your safety word, and start to flail maniacally, trying to use your pathetic leverage to pry the fat woman off your sickly excuse for a body.
She’d eventually let you go, and you’d throw a tantrum while she coyly smiled at you. There would be tears in your eyes as you gasped for air and let loose a crass command of English which only made your mortification worse. Eventually, you’d remember that everyone was watching you and you’d slink away praying to God that nobody whom you know saw you. You would, in short, have received the very thing you’ve been desiring.
If you don’t believe me, just check – you’ve got an erection right now.
