Well this is perhaps the first time I am talking about this. The incident which I can call as my first real humiliation happened to me quite a few years back, sometimes in 2000-2001 actually, and though I did thoroughly enjoyed self inflicted pain and humiliation during then, still cant qualify them as first since anything self inflicted cant be serious unless you have the controlled by others factor to it. Also I will not say that the incident made me so much affable of the thing simply because I was already inclined towards it, but even that didnt helped me liking the incident.
I was pretty young and in my early teens during those days, we used to go around to the ground pretty near to my house and play cricket with other guys of the area. Such one day the ground was blocked by other folks and we were forced to sit and watch. As most of our guys left, unfortunately I thought of staying. And not only staying but also eventually taunting them at certain points, because I thought as we know each other by days a little bit of taunting will be welcome. That was really foolish though and really late was the realization, and by the time the folks lost the game they decided to take some of their embarasment out on me. They accused that they lost due to my taunting and wanted to take the wrath out on me, so they got me surrounded but somehow I managed to break free and run for my house. While running for it I realized that they were not at all to give up and were pretty hot in pursuit.
Panting some way I reached my home, it was empty and fumbling through the keys I struggled with the lock, watching in horror as they were nearing. Somehow I managed to get inside and in time too, but unfortunately it was too late to lock back the doors as they were at a hands distance and I had to turn back and run in towards the safety of the rooms. Hiding behind a easlily closable door was my best chance of surviving that mad rush, but before I could force the door close they pushed it jar and in the process made me fumble and fall down.
I struggled to get up but when I recovered I was among the 8-9 odd guys panting heavily, cursing and abusing. They were desperate, a mad urge prevailed as they started abusing me and pushing me around. I tried reasoning with them so many times but nothing could calm them down. So desperately I had to touch my ears and apologise and hope to draw an end to that there. Well they calmed down a bit but that didnt made them forgiving rather they turned more abusive and demanding. According to them that was not enough and I must pay a higher price for my errors, something more dreaded.
They asked me to catch my ears and do sit'n'up for 100 times and without wearing my clothes. I just crashed from the sky, I wanted to shout 'WHAT?', believe me bdsm was not even in my mind neither I thought "oh am loving this", it was like "you gotta be kidding". But they were not, they were damn serious and cold about it. I plead for again and again reasoning that I will not do that but they kept insisting and promised for a serious bashing if I dont. Seeing my reluctance some of them actually came forward volunteering to have it their way.
One of them pinned me down on the floor and amongst pleads and tears another few started dressing me off. As tears rolled down despeartely I felt my clothes being taken off me one by one as I laid on the floor helplesly. My t-shirt had to be taken off at the face of heavy struggle but the pants went down rather easily in a single jerk. Convinced on my embarassing self they left me on the ground naked and broken and as one of them cursed me to get moving I start recollecting myself. Unable to meet their abusive gaze I kept my eyes fixed on the ground as hesitatingly I stood up and held my ears before going down slowly. I could heard chuckles and giggles as they gazed upon my naked self taking pride on the humiliation endured and the need to burn their embarrassment in it.
While I had to swallow the humiliation of a degrading punishment in front of so many guys I interacted with everyday, later when the torment was over and they returned my clothes and returned I crouched at a corner silently recollecting myself and thinking of what I lost and what possibly could I gain. Well my inclination for bdsm was no where associated with it then neither it was likely, only later when I voluntarily dressed down to my master did I realised how sweet and seeking that day's humiliation was.
For days to follow I had to avoid going out or ignore them if in the way, well they did pointed regular finger and directed regular taunts, but sooner than later things moved and I did put on the habit of dressing down to people.
- SlaveBabai, 11MAR2010
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