Repeat after me:
“I am a loser. I exist to be bullied.”
Repeat.
“I need to be humiliated and degraded.”
Repeat.
“My pleasure comes from being toyed with, I am a plaything.”
Repeat.
Again.
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Repeat after me:
“I am a loser. I exist to be bullied.”
Repeat.
“I need to be humiliated and degraded.”
Repeat.
“My pleasure comes from being toyed with, I am a plaything.”
Repeat.
Again.
He looked at me like I was nothing but a toy and grabbed my t-shirt with that wicked smirk. “Hold still, princess.”
Snip. Snip.
He cut it right under my tits, leaving the top half as a useless, torn crop that barely covered anything. My nipples were completely exposed, soft and puffy, on full display like the desperate whore I am. Then he kept cutting lower, turning the rest into the shortest, sluttiest excuse for a skirt I’ve ever seen. The frayed hem didn’t even reach the bottom of my ass. Every little movement and my bare cheeks spilled out, my pussy peeking from underneath like a needy slut who can’t even dress herself properly.
I stood there burning with shame, face flushed, trying to tug it down but only making it worse. My tits jiggling out the top, my ass completely falling out the bottom.
And he just stepped back, looked me up and down, and groaned in approval.
“Fuck, look at you… such a pathetic, exposed little mess. But goddamn, you’re perfect like this. My pretty, brainless fuckdoll. Walking around with your tits and ass out like the cheap, filthy girl you were always meant to be.”
He reached down and slapped my bare ass hard, watching it jiggle. “Good girl. This is exactly how you should always dress for me.”
I’ve never felt more humiliated. I’ve never been wetter.
Burning Shame (Natsu X F!Reader)
🔥 Kinktober 2025 – Day 6
Title: Burning Shame Fandom: Fairy Tail Pairing: Natsu Dragneel x Female Reader Genre: Smut (outdoor sex, humiliation, reckless passion, battle aftermath) Summary: The battle isn’t the only thing that leaves you breathless. Under the stars, Natsu claims you recklessly against the ruins, humiliation and raw desire tangled in every thrust and every cry he forces from you.
SMUT WARNING!!! READ AT YOUR OWN DISCRETION!!!
Cw: scat
Why do i never see wedgie scat. I feel like its an untapped market, y'know wedgie someone then they accidentally poop their pants. Very humiliating, very easy to bully.
Feeling dangerous today 😏 Let’s play Never Have I Ever 🍹 Theme: Places you’ve NEVER been publicly tickled
The person who’s been tickled in the most public places loses, and we’ll virtually gang tickle them to humiliate them even more 😈
How to play: Reply with ✅ if you have been tickled there Reply with ❎ if you haven’t Anyone can comment with a new place to add to the list!
Game ends Sunday at 10:00 PM EST — ready to get exposed?
belly pats
a person patting someone else's belly is so attractive to me. especially if they do it in public. bellies are so sensitive/vulnerable and generally something we're protective of. like aw you trust them like that to let them touch you there and in front of others to see, even if the domination of the gesture feels embarrassing.
You sit in the waiting room of the doctors office, nervously fidgeting your hands. It’s time for the annual health check up. You sure had a good year, the trousers digging into your belly are proof of that.
A nurse calls your name. Are you imagining things, or did she she do a double take when she saw you, her eyes lingering slightly over your pudgy mid section? She offers you a polite, professional smile though, and lead you into the office.
The doctor, a graying fit man man in his late fifties, sits behind his desk, endorsed in paper work.
”Welcome mr/ms Y/N” he murmurs. He glances at you over his spectacles, his eyes sweeping over your red, round cheeks, budding double chin and protrouding belly. ”Well you certainly look… healthy. Shall we get started?” He gestures towards an old fashioned manual steele scale. You step on it with a loud *clonk*. The doctor raises an eyebrow and adjusts the metal weight until the scale is in balance. He looks in his notes and scoffs, almost sounding amused.
”Well well… you were close to underweight last time we weighed you. Now however… you seem to have fattened up quite nicely.”
You swallow, feeling very self concious.
”H-how much have I gained?”
”It seems to be… almost sixteen kilos”
”Sixteen kilos?” That was more than you had expected.
”Sixteen kilos” the doctor confirms ”Thats… quite much in just a years time.”
”Well there obviously must me something wrong with your scale” you say with an akward laugh. The doctor smirks. ”The scale is perfectly fine, I asssure you. Any… changes of habits recently?”
”Well…” you are tempted to lie, but the doctor looks at you sternly.
”Well what?”
”Uhm I guess I… relaxed a bit recently” you admit ”I-I moved in with my partner… They’ve been cooking a lot for me… And I haven’t gone to the gym as… frequently as I used to” your voice trails off.
”Uhuh. That explains alot, doesnt it? Well, last time I saw you, you were a scrawny little thing and you sure needed to put on a few. Sixteen kilos though… That’s overdoing it. You need to get rid of that gut” the doctor pats your tummy condencendingly.
”Yes doc” you say and and clench your jaws. How could you have let yourself go like this? Why didn’t anybody tell you you were getting so big?
”We should measure your body fat to, dear. Pull up your shirt for me, will you?”
You reluctantly pull up your shirt and reveal a pale, squishy midsection. The doctor takes a metal clisp and take a firm grip on your belly roll between his thumb and indexfinger. You feel the cold metal against your skin, and winces as the clisp pinches you.
”Godness me…” he murmurs. You swallow. ”Well you certainly haven’t been starving” the doctor chuckles as he scribbles down some notes in his papers. ”So… tell your partner to cut down on the butter and cream in their cooking. It really isnt doing you any favours. Maybe go on some brisk walks together. By next year, I want to see you trimmed down. Okay?”
You nod and manage a polite smile.
After the meeting, your partner meets you up outside the doctors office. They give you brief kiss on the lips and squeeze your sides.
”How was the doctors appointment love?”
”Well…”
”You look upset, is everything alright?”
You sigh.
”Well the doctor told me I had gained too much weight” you murmur.
”Oh love…”
”Yeah… god it was so humiliating” you press your palms against your eyes, feeling tears burn under your eyelids. Your partner pulls you into an embrace.
”My poor baby… Hey hey…. Shh… Its okay, its okay... We’ve had a good year, haven’t we? Its been so nice to see you eat whatever you want, to your hearts content. I would hate him to ruin that for you love”
You nod, sniveling. Your partner strokes your belly in calming circles.
”Screw him. Tell you what love” your partner lowers their voice to a whisper ”I just made your favourite eclairs. The ones with chocolate cream. Why dont we go home and have some?”
You can’t help but light up.
”Oh yes those are my favourite” you murmur longingly with a moan, feeling your mouth water.
”Hey I knew that would put a smile on your face” you partner chuckles and pinches your chubby cheek lovingly ”Lets go home dear, let me take care of you”
Giving a sub a list of options to choose between and then mocking them for their choice. What do you mean you’re embarassed? You chose this. You asked for this. You wanted this.