Welcome back." Thank you, Sir. You too." Smiles. Okay, so the question was, 'Why does the idea of being humiliated turn me on?'"Elaine blushed and sho...k her head. "Yes." Before we address that question, I think we need to define humiliation in the D/s sense." Um, okay." Firstly, it would be incorrect to say that humiliation is equal to embarrassment. It's not. Embarrassment is not enjoyable. Humiliation MUST be enjoyable. You have to like it, or it's not humiliation, it's abuse. I think in D/s,. It was a wonderment. There before me was another woman, apparently about thirty years of age, but completely hairless. Nothing on its head and nothing below. Completely hairless. With that I was thrust forward and almost fell. A metallic object was bounced off of my rear end and I was forced to proceed. We came to a small room that contained an even smaller room. I thought it was a room. I found out differently when I was forced into it and the door was sealed shut. I smelt something coming. She raised her legs over my shoulders and let out a long sigh. I continued my attention to her until she came, gripping my head between her legs like it was in a vice. I continued my lappingand she ground her intimate parts into my face coming again.My penis was straining at the satin of my panties and I moved up her body kissing everything I passed finishing with a deep kiss on her lips. I released my penis from the side of my panties and thrust into her, holding back for as long as I could. Wink. Wink. None of them knew how desperately I longed for that one guy who could walk into the room and take my breath away with just a look. Now here he was standing above me. I had known Jesse for years from a distance. He ran a huge masonry crew on his own. I had seen him at other builder’s sites and driving around the neighborhoods I worked in from time to time. I had hired him several times, but each time he would come to do the estimate, turn it in to my brother, and send his foreman to.