I find now that the small things that used to be humiliating are now a common need for me.
The more I dwelve into humiliation, the more I have to push a little further to experience it.
I may be hijacking just a bit, but I have been thinking about this since my last experience and this statement made me think about it even more.
While I know that humiliation is something that will be embarassing and uncomfortable; when does it really cross the line, into dangerous territory?
I had been tasked recently and had pushed my boundries of humiliation.
I enjoyed doing it, and was aroused by the whole thing, I just couldn't get my mind to go into a place that was comfortable after the fact.
It is not that I feel badly, it is the fact that I was humiliated, I enjoyed it, but I refuse to now acknowledge that I enjoyed it. I can't seem to convince my brain that I enjoyed it.
Did I cross a line? Or is it just something that happens every so often.
I'll give an example to maybe clarify as to what I am saying.
I love face spitting, do it to me and my first reaction is what the hell just happened?, then I become more excited that it just did happen, after the fact, I think why did I just get excited over what happened, it was wrong and degrading. I feel bad for doing something so taboo, but I know I'll want it again.