To be shamed —feeling that heat low in my abdomen when someone calls me greedy, pathetic, slutty.
To be at least a little scared —That knot of fear when someone says “What did you just say?” After bratting a little too hard. Or whimpering out that I’m really close, only to be met with a dispassionate “Don’t you dare.” Or more direct threats “Bunny, uh-uh-uh, if you cum without permission you know I’m going to be angry.”
To be stuffed so full you can’t even talk —Strapwarming them, only able to make the most pathetic mewling sounds, just rapid breaths and agonised little whimpers. Feeling them roll their hips into you and letting out a high pitched keening sound that they just laugh at. God I need someone to laugh at how ridiculous and pathetic I can be
To be put in my place —Whether it be harsh pussy slaps that make me howl and try to close my thighs; or dragging my overstimulated pussy over your thigh, until the greedy neediness has me doing it myself, only for you to take your thigh away and quietly watch as I wail with pure need.
I really need someone to slap my pussy with either dominant disinterest, or sadistic fascination in the way my body arches, the way I try to protect my most sensitive parts, the way my legs flutter open when your sing-song murmur of “Bunnyyy” reaches me.
Also long overdue for my daily dose of exhibitionism and shame —Getting edged into oblivion whilst you sit on a call with friends, hearing their derision, their casual commentary. “Do you hear how loud she is? Do you think the self respect abandoned her after the 5th edge or the 6th?” Or directing their thoughts at me “How long do you think this will last bunny? I think she’ll go until we’re bored and that could be Hours. Awww, she whimpered!”. The way I’d be torn between feeling myself hot and flushed at the company, but humiliated by the way I’m conducting myself, especially as it’s commented upon. Bonus points if I’m actually being shared between more than one person
Lastly, I need to be made to grind against someone’s boot. Feeling pathetic, rolling my hips, the shame getting to me, making me blush as I grind harder, trying to look away, but your hand bringing my face back to yours, the intense eye contact… the way I’d begin letting out staccato gasps once it started pushing me towards an orgasm I crave. The sheer condescension in your voice as you say “You’re going to cum on my boot, really bunny?” Trying to whimper out a refusal, rebuttal, but losing the words as you push up into me a little harder and I just moan and try to close my eyes.