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1. Being Controlled / Owned
2. Being put on display
3. Being treated as a sex object
4. Being verbally degraded
5. Being physically hurt
6. Being disciplined
7. Being treated as unimportant
8. Having your orgasm controlled
9. Being shamed about your bod
10. Physical Constraints as a means of humiliation
11. Making you do demeaning and disgusting things
14. Gender play as humiliation
16. Generic Humiliation
Here is @dirtycumaddicts humiliation profile. It's substantial, isn't it, dirtycumaddict? So here's a little porn scenario to get your cunt hot and bothered.
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"Go change your clothes, whore, we've got a visitor."
This is how he greets you when you walk through the door. Your owner. He hasn't even seen you yet, just heard you entering the apartment while he talks to someone whose voice you don't recognise.
"Clothes are laid out for you, whore. Make sure you strip naked before putting the new ones on."
Your breath catches in your throat. The clothes are lying on the floor. You can already see there isn't much of them.
"Hurry up, you stupid bitch," he calls out, "we're waiting for you."
You flush bright red thinking who the guest might be. You hurriedly strip, dropping your clothes on the floor. Then you dress in the new ones: pull-ups, a miniscule strip of skirt which stops a good three inches above the top of the pull-ups, a tiny strip of material to cover your breasts. No bra, no panties. You're dressed like a dirty slut. You enter the living room.
"Ah, there you are," your owner announces in a lazy drawl, his gaze running up and down your body. "What took you so long? After all, didn't have much to put on, did you now?"
You don't say anything. Stand with your hands behind your back looking at the floor, as per your standing orders.
"Now, you're not wearing any knickers under that skirt, are you, you silly girl?"
You shake your head, feeling how red and hot your face is. "No, sir," you manage to stammer out. You sneak a glance towards the other man, but without lifting your head, all you can see are polished black shoes and the bottoms of his grey trousers.
"You sure?" your owner asks.
"Yes, sir," you reply, knowing where this is going.
"Bend over and show us, slut. If you're lying you'll be thrashed."
You turn to face your owner and bend, exposing your pussy, your ass, everything.
"Turn and show our guest, slut."
You do so and stand there, back to him, eyes to the floor, completely on view. He says nothing, not a single word, just sits and looks at you. Your face is hot.
"Go closer, slut, show him how wet your cunt is."
You have to stifle a mewl of - what? desire? discomfort? - whatever it is, you know that as you shuffle backwards, your arousal will clearly be visible on the swollen lips of your pussy.
"It is wet, isn't it, you cheap little whore."
"Yes, Sir," you reply.
"The dirty little slut was masturbating at work today," he says. "Rubbing her needy little cunt under her desk when no-one was looking."
This is addressed to the other man, who still says nothing.
"Spread your legs wider, whore. Make sure our guest can see everything clearly."
You're not sure if this could be more humiliating, but you're wrong. It can be and it will be.
"Touch yourself, slut. Show him what you were doing at work today."
You whimper.
"Go on, you dirty fucking slut. Show him. Show him what a dirty little slut does at work."
Your hand goes underneath you and between your legs, touching yourself, your lips, slippery and slick with your embarrassment, your arousal. You part your lips, showing him your hole, knowing that it will be dripping, knowing he can see it.as you push a finger into yourself.
"She likes to think of herself as a feminist," your owner tells the man, "fighting for equal rights, equal pay and all that. But now look at her.
Your fingers go in and out of you faster. At some point, without realising it, you had slid another finger in there and they make a disgusting, slurping noise as you piston them in and out of you.
"A feminist, whose cunt gushes with desire when she's ordered to whore herself out to an unknown stranger." Your owner laughs, and this time the man joins in. "A feminist, who secretly wants her tits bigger so more men will look at her and think about fucking her like a bimbo. A feminist who fantasises about being the office whore for all the men to fuck whenever they feel like it."
You moan, your fingers pushed deep inside you. You are on the brink of cumming.
"Isn't that right, whore?" your Owner asks you, tone dripping with taunt, "don't you want to be the office whore, grabbed by any passing man and used whenever they want it?"
"Yes," you answer weakly, trying not to cum.
"You'd even like it if all the women in your office were dirty little fucktoys, wouldn't you, you silly little cunt?"
Your legs are trembling, your breath hot.
"Say it, cunt. Tell our guest what you are, what you think about feminists."
"I'm a silly little cunt," you whisper. "All women are. Feminists should all be made to suck men's hard pricks."
"Say it again, louder this time."
"I'm a stupid, silly little cunt. All women are inferior. Feminists should all be made to suck men's hard pricks and get fucked up their tight arseholes."
"Tell your guest what you want him to do to you, whore."
"Please push your prick into my mouth, Sir. Please fuck my tight little arsehole, Sir. I'm just a silly cunt for your entertainment. All women are."
"Good, slut. Stop masturbating, take your top off so he can see your not-big-enough tits, then turn around and get on the floor with your eyes closed and your mouth open."
You only get to see who it is once he's cum in your mouth. It's your boss. Five minutes later he is fucking your arsehole. He leaves with a printed copy of your humiliation profile and instructions to see him in his office tomorrow morning.