There’s a lot of fun to be hand in the world of kink and BDSM. Phew, so much fun! We can play with your body and with sensations ranging from sensual and sweet to excruciating and extreme. Impact play along side rope bondage and other captivity games can crank your arousal up to eleven, and make your eventual ecstatic explosion so incredibly life changing. It’s when we start to add in the mental games, however, that we can find the most pleasure and arousal in D/s games. Adding a mental aspect to your routine masturbation is what phone sex is all about, after all: add another person and you’ve automatically increased the mental side of your erotic pleasure. Humiliation games can be an amazing way to bring your orgasm to new heights, but if you’ve ever experienced degradation you know it’s a tricky tool to wield. Degradation isn’t domination, (unless it is), after all.
Degradation Isn’t Domination
In the world of erotic humiliation, a lot of people take degradation as the be-all and end-all. If you’ve looked at other Mistresses and companies out there, you’ve probably called someone up and asked for something a little embarrassing and then got cussed out and yelled at by people who think that’s what erotic humiliation is. While, sure, it can take some work and communication to help your Mistress really dial in on what in particular works for your little perverted dick, instantly going straight to insults often isn’t the thing that makes your heart sing. Especially if those insults miss the mark.
You know that being called a wiener faced toad can be rude, but if you’re not insecure about your face, or if you’re not invested in the opinion of the person calling you slightly rude juvenile names, that phrase won’t evoke the rush of humiliation you’re looking for. Might make you laugh, though. In order for verbal degradation to work you have to be tender around whatever they’re mocking you about, and you have to care that they’re degrading you over it. If you don’t care, it won’t work to get your mental and emotional stimulation going.
To top it all off, degradation without domination is just a bar fight. It’s just being told some slightly hurtful phrases by someone who’s opinion isn’t that important to you. And while practicing to be able to shrug off the mouth noises of insignificant dickheads is good, when what you want is someone to skewer your weaknesses and make you cry a little while you masturbate, you’re doomed to disappointment. Just degradation sucks. What you need is domination.
Domination Can Be Degrading
You’ll be best served by finding a Mistress who can dominate you, and also understands humiliation games. Yes, you’ll have to talk to your Mistress, but if they’re any good, that conversation will take two minutes at most at the start of your session with her. When someone calls me to ask to be degraded and humiliated, I always ask them about what in particular they need to be humiliated over. Dick size? Performance issues? Is your wife cuckolding you? Did you accidentally tell the clerk at the fast food place ‘thanks, you too’ when they told you to enjoy your meal? What is it that is currently bugging you? Because degradation isn’t a one size fits all scenario.
Ready To Give Me A Call?
I promise that I won’t yell at you or call you mean names unless you ask me for exactly that. I won’t call you a turd sniffer, jizz dribbler, cock waffle, or a pathetic cock sucking loser without hearing from you that verbal degradation and insults make you horny. I pinkie promise that I won’t make you wear panties or lick the floor unless that makes you unbearably aroused, in which case, kneel and lick up your mess, David. If being called mean names makes you shiver in lust, and you want to be dominated and made to submit to your Mistress, pick up your phone and call me, because I happen to be pretty good at that stuff.
Your Degradation Mistress, Harper
You can tell me what a little whore I am while I am crying and pleading with you that I really am a good girl, as you spank me into submission and make me smear my lipstick all over some lucky guy just before he throbs and spurts between my messy red lips.
An excellent example of how to communicate your desires and needs! Next time you call, I’ll know exactly what to say to make you shiver and moan for me. 😉
Whoa! That was a hot little piece of prose, Sherry!
Lipstick is such a turn-on for me.
When a girl is putting it on you wonder why she wants her lips to be more noticable, and when it’s smeared you know she’s been up to something.
An exciting time Miss Harper. One of these days I am going to do it for real!
oooh, you’re gonna have such a good time!
Hi Harper!
Another eloquent and edifying blog post from you!
You know what I’ve discovered? Many (whether dominant or submissive) don’t really know the difference between degradation and humiliation.
It’s clear you do though, and can guide a submissive through whichever their little heart craves!
I really appreciate your words, Ms Rachel! I know you also definitely know the difference between humiliation and degradation, and can easily make some eager submissive squirm so good. 😉
Thank you! I do try! Their squirming is so endearing, after all! ?
OH! Thumper from Bambi thumping his leg when I got to the last paragraph! Twitterpated! (long before we had Twitter)
Such a wonderful session that was on my knees, before you, ruined, licking the floor while you laughed, armed with your phone ; ). That definitely qualifies as degrading! THAT will be happening again Mistress Harper. I absolutely looove you for it!
WOW, a great post.
In our case the degradation has come naturally because I have called you for so any years. It is that years long familiarity that makes your degradation sting a little more and at the same time releases an overload of endorphins.
A stranger calling me a “sloppy cunt” or a long list of other names just doesn’t have the same effect on me as the woman I have known for so long. A stranger insulting me, I don’t care. I laugh at them.
The woman I know, insulting me sends me into a frizzy, I care which is why it also excites. There is an underlying affection coming from you when you are degrading me, laughing at me. It is born out of the privilege of time. The better you know me and I know you the more apropos it is. It is perfect.
Add to that all the various ways you say it, which often reflects YOUR mood at the time and I love because I really do want to be subject to YOUR MOOD and I literally become, as you well know, a whimpering mess for you.
Degradation can run its own gamut emotions.
As I said, I do want to be subjected to YOUR mood in the moment. For me that is part of the domination equation. It is not my choice. I don’t want it to be my choice, I’ve already given in to you the moment I call.
If you happen to be in a bitchy mood when I call then that should be taken out on me.
If you are in a playful, slightly devious mood and decide to fuck around with me, I take it.
It’s degrading because it’s coming from YOU. YOUR choice FIRST is your beautiful domination and ownership of me.
The way you speak, say things, the tone of it whether it’s stern, ridiculing, mean-spirited, or sweetly humiliating and even matter of fact just re-enforces our D/s relationship and cements my inferiority to you Mistress Harper.
And I just want to say publicly.
Mistress Harper has had me since I first called her way back in 2013 and has STILL managed to find new and better ways to torment me!
Mistress Harper owns David *****!
It IS such privilege to now be Mistress Harper’s sloppy cunt, simp, gooner, pussy, loser, dumb ass… and a long list of affectionate names!
I most certainly AM completely and totally dumb and an utter stupid fuck when it comes to Mistress Harper and I’m glad for it.
It is soooooo much better coming from the woman I have known for going on 11 years now!!!!!!!!!!!!
I love praising and thanking you Mistress Harper! Mistress Harper is a great women for what she does!
I love Mistress Harper!
You’re right, of course: our long association has made it even more intense when I say such mean things to you. And you know that it’s not out of an actual desire to hurt your feelings, but because I know how you’re going to react, and because I LOVE the way you react to the things I say. It’s degradation, but it isn’t, because it’s just all in good clean (dirty) fun!
I LOVE mean Harper’s torment!!!
Fun? For you! And PLEASE continue!
Intense, erotic, degrading joy for me!
I LOVE being ridiculed by mean Harper!
You love being ridiculed by me because you’re a dirty ridiculous cum eating slut, DAVID. <3
YES! every. single. second. of. ridicule. from. you.
YES! I. am. every. name. you. call. me.
A. S.L.O.P.P.Y. C.U.N.T. , T.H.A.N.K. Y.O.U!
You have no idea how glad I am I know you!
It’s been transformative over the years and I love what you have done to me!
You know my MOST dirty taboo secrets and you know me!
I bow to Mistress Harper, My Queen of Torment!!!
I don’t enjoy being humiliated. Unless I do. It’s so easy to tune out the name callers. But when someone actually knows you and can playfully get under your skin, twisting your concerns into something erotic, then wow. I was told that deep throating isn’t hard when the guy isn’t that big right after being deep throated. That stung, but knowing that I get off being called a small dicked sissy, it became better than the BJ. I can only image the absolute skill Ms. Harper would use to get me teary eyed and excited.
One of the best parts of really good humiliation scenes is that intense deep feeling of having been seen. Really seen, and understood!
Imagine this if you will…I know I sure have.
I’m not just your pet, I’m your worm. You have Goddess Rachel over, knowing how much I crave to please her with my mustache…but she is not there for me to please her, she is there because you asked her to rate my degradation.
I am completely naked inside a dog house, with a metal chastity cage on my cock. My hands are behind my buttocks, with metal chains from my wrist cuffs going through my butt crack like a thong where they connect to my chastity cage. It’s as uncomfortable as all hell but the comfort of a worm is not exactly your highest priority.
You ring the instrumental triangle three times. I know what that means, I am to slither out of the dog house to the couch where you are seated for my breakfast, not allowed to raise my face above the floor. I can hear you and Goddess Rachel talking and I long to just lift my head just enough to see what you are wearing but I know I am not allowed to.
As I slither along the floor as fast as I can towards the coach, I can hear the click and clack of your heels on the floor as you approach me. I am not slithering fast enough, and I try to slither faster, but I still feel the sting of your riding crop on my thigh to motivate me to slither faster than I thought I could.
As I finally reach the couch, there is a plate of oatmeal on the floor. The oatmeal is good oatmeal, better than I deserve, mixed with applesauce, fresh blueberries, and real maple syrup.
I know I am supposed to eat it, but before I can first I feel your heel firmly plant into my back and then I see Goddess Rachel’s lovely bare foot plant itself into the oatmeal on the plate in front of me. I long to see the rest of Goddess Rachel, but I dare not look beyond the beautiful foot planted in the oatmeal.
“First”, you say, “find all the blueberries and eat them.”
I do my best working around Goddess Rachel’s foot to move the oatmeal around and expose the blueberries, carefully extracting them between my tongue and lip so I can consume them, but then you make stop.
Goddess Rachel then lifts her oatmeal covered foot and counts the blueberries that are left. It isn’t fair, I did not have enough and her foot was covering some of them, but fair does not matter for a worm.
For each blueberry I missed, I get a sharp slap on the ass from your riding crop, with your heel still digging into my back.
“Clean her foot” you command. You do not have to ask me twice, that is like a reward! My tongue quickly goes to work, removing every single trace of oatmeal, applesauce, and maple syrup from the lovely foot I am allowed to clean.
I can hear Goddess Rachel giggling at my over-enthusiasm, and my cocks really starts to hurt as the excitement I am experiencing causes it to swell against the metal.
Finally, you command me to “clean the plate”. I do my best, but without foot holding onto it, it starts sliding around on the floor and begins to slide underneath the sofa where Goddess Rachel is sitting.
I try to grab the edge of the plate with my mouth, but your heel is still firmly planted in my back and I just can not quite grasp it.
You then take your feet off my back and grab my hair with your hand and pull me up into a kneeling position. I know I still must keep my eyes pointed towards the floor.
Talking to Goddess Rachel, you ask “Well, what do you think?”
Goddess Rachel answers “Honestly I think you went easy on him. Let’s plan something even more degrading.”
You then reply “Oh hell yeah, I have some good ideas.”
Goddess Rachel then puts her hand underneath my chin and says “Look at me.”
At last. I look up at Goddess Rachel with extreme anticipation.
“Damn,” she says, “I was gonna ask Harper if I could borrow your mustache, but eew, it has oatmeal all caked in it. Oh well.”
She releases her hand and my head sinks. That, I realize, was the real degradation that Goddess Harper had planned for me…
Let me go tag Ms Rachel, I think she’d like to see this!
OMG!
The scenario was wonderfully written, of course, but the “pussy barometer” gets the final say, and I am WET!
Excellent, “AnyMouse”! That description of your bondage, rendering you a worm physically and literally might have been My favorite!
Then again, there are too many “moments” that made Me tingle to pick just one!
“being seen and understood” Indeed.
doesn’t that just make you squirm? to be so deeply vulnerable like that…
I’ve discovered a new form of degradation that will get me hot and bothered.
I take so much pride in trying to be a good pet for Miss Fiona. When I called Miss Riley and the first thing she asked was “how is the bad gurl” because of how I have been having a hard time with not cumming while I endure my daily edging sentence all I could do was whimper and say “I’m a good girl” even though I will (grudgingly) admit I don’t deserve to be called a good gurl.
Miss Riley saying that stung so bad, but it definitely got me worked up. I can’t explain why. I guess just another tool in the LDW mistresses toolbox to humiliate me with ??
sometimes a little mean commentary is what you need, to get your motor running! you like being a good girl, but you LOVE being bad!
“help your Mistress really dial in on what in particular works for your little perverted dick”
This is a wonderful post and it’s so true that it’s very important for little subbies to be honest about how twisted they truly are. For me, it’s started out with pure degradation because I have a small penis and, yes, size absolutely matters.
The word would get around with the girls and they would laugh at me, either one on one or in front of groups of people. It was torment and it was upsetting but it was definitely true – I DO have a small penis – and it didn’t take long for me to begin sexualizing it.
Does it get any worse than to be a very horny guy with 3-1/2″ inches fully erect? What am I going to do with that other than become a submissive little jerky boy?
And a pathetic cock sucking loser.
Do I have any choice?
No choice whatsoever! You’re doomed to humiliation and degradation, and lucky you, you like it!