Humiliation Artinya Novels & Stories

Aside from a handful of people, there is no one in attendance; the few that are, I hear them snicker at my action. I stare blindly at the floor. They consider this humiliation? They should ask me what humiliation truly is. It’s to have your clothes stripped off in front of soldiers, to be whipped in front of them in your private areas. It’s being asked to perform degrading acts for the spectators. It is to be forced to eat off the floor after the food has been tainted. It is to thank your tormentor for being allowed to live. It is to have your dignity stripped from you in every way.

The chill drenched into my bones, and I shivered. Zack stood at the entrance, his smile sardonic. He clapped his hands, and the maids got the message. They grabbed the snow off the ground and made snowballs. Then they hurled the snowballs at us. The snowballs exploded the moment they came in contact with our skin. The chill seeped in worse than ever. This was humiliating. It almost felt like I was a toy. I struggled and thrashed around. "Stop! They're Wendy's parents!"

"When you had Enough, all hell Rises" * * * * ¶Aiyla PoV¶ Giving a sinister smile to Neil "I asked him how does it feel to be mortified and humiliated; does it feel good huh Neil tell me...tell me you fucking asshole! "How does it feel to be smacked?" "How does it feel to be helpless?" "Are you enjoying being humiliated?" It does not feel good, does it? The humiliation and stigma you are now feeling, well, let me tell you I felt the same for years and years.

Silent weeping was underlying beneath all these melancholy artworks. The image of the duke flashed in her mind. What lay beneath the untouchable facade? Art was a reflection of the inner self of the artist. Apparently someone who could make a highly affecting artwork had the ability to feel, to experience some strong, deep and complex emotions. Not some cold, superficial person who could not see beyond the surface. She gasped at a painting of a proud smiling little boy in his upper class attire. Right hand on hip, his left foot was lifted to a higher stony path. There were hints of mischief and rebellion in his expression.

Willow asked, her voice quaking as her pleasure built. Cash shrugged. “A lot of submissives enjoy being humiliated. Degraded. They relish the loss of control over their bodies, just like you’re doing right now. Giving me money while I tell them how pathetic they are through their phone or computer screen, reminding them that they’ll never so much as touch me... it’s just another form of humiliation. Another way of giving up control.” “Oh, God...” Willow muttered, her orgasm nearing. “I didn’t say you could come yet, dear,” Cash said.

The one they pity, sometimes, with a furtive glance quickly averted, before turning back to join in the general mockery. I walk, head down, carrying the weight of their stares. Carrying the weight of my family. Carrying the weight of my own flesh, become a prison from which I don't know how to escape. Each step is an humiliation. Each breath, a shame. At seventeen, I am already a ruin, and the day has barely begun. The worst, I know, awaits me behind the high school doors.

On My Knees **** The morning after he rejected me, I learned what humiliation truly meant. It wasn’t the rejection itself. That hurt, yes. But rejection was clean. Direct. Final. Humiliation is different. It lingers. It watches you. It waits for others to see it too. Lucia didn’t even pretend anymore. Whatever restraint she had before was gone. Something about the rejection gave her confidence. Like she had won something. Her hatred wasn’t loud. It was calm.

The voice is deep, and although refined, sounds dangerous. Then I hear another voice------ voices I mean. “She’s trembling.” “She’s ready.” “Slut already knows what she came for.” Slut. That words that's an insult to some makes my breath hitch, and my thighs clench together. I have never been normal, and although I'm ashamed of my needs and urges, that's exactly why I'm here; to do sick, degrading things that normal people will throw up at. Pain makes me quiver, humiliation makes me leak pussy juices down my legs and degrading words bring me pure, dirty pleasure.

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