HUMILIATION FANTASY

I’m a straight, white male doctoral candidate. Since childhood, I have fantasized about scenarios in which I find myself surrounded by women, while I'm wearing nothing but white Fruit-of-the-Loom briefs (so-called "tighty whities"). In these fantasies, I find myself in that predicament, accidentally, through no fault of my own or overt action on my part. These fantasies are a confluence of vastly divergent emotions: It's anticipatory dread juxtaposed with prurient exhilaration. Half of me almost shudders at the mere thought of such an unpleasant and embarrassing experience, and yet the other half of me desires it with an unfathomable intensity that very nearly causes my heart to pound out of my chest. "I hate it, yet I love it," so-to-speak.



I'm not an exhibitionist. The fantasies do not involve nudity of any type. I've never acted out these fantasies and never will. They will remain just that: Fantasies. However, for nearly twenty years I have run these fantasies (I have 5-6 favorite scenarios) through my mind with scrupulous attention devoted to every minuscule detail. The level of sexual arousal produced by these fantasies is incredible and instantaneous; almost beyond description.

The fantasy evokes several distinct emotions: Humiliation; a very strong sense of vulnerability and a tinge of "despair," because I know this moment of extreme embarrassment can never be "undone." The reactions of the women always fall into one of two categories: They find my very unfortunate public circumstances to be a source of amusement, which is often accompanied by pointing and stifled giggling. Or, they are mature, almost stoic, as they earnestly try to help me recover my dignity – and my pants - which, of course, are nowhere to be found. They may offer me a robe or towel. It is the second group of women (the "helpful" group) that causes the most humiliation for me. Another vital component in these fantasies is the issue of "seeing" these women "afterward." It would be embarrassing to have to look these women in the eye afterward.

As stated earlier, in these fantasies, I inexplicably, accidentally, somehow find myself trouser-less. It's not "intentional." The women are varied and can include any race. The number of women in these fantasies can range from one to dozens. The women can be any age between 21 and about 55. However, the more attractive they are, the more humiliating it is. The more feminine they are (curvaceous; hair coiffed; dresses/evening gowns, as opposed to jeans, etc.), the more humiliating it is. Unlike most "humiliation fantasies," mine does not involve pain, whips, chains, ect.

Sometimes, the women in these fantasies are strangers (nurses; sorority sisters; a club full of women on "Ladies Drink Free" Night). Sometimes they're known to me (neighbors; academic colleagues; my brothers' girlfriends; the "50-something" cashiers at the 99-cents store; the two buxom hygienists at my dentist's office, etc.).

As I grew older, I strongly suspected these fantasies would end. They haven't. My limited and unscientific research over the years tells me this is not a common fantasy. Any other straight males have this humiliation fantasy?

Any insight would be greatly appreciated.

Thanks,
Kevin

i did, i acted out on it and i have hardly left the house for 2 years since, dont do it dude, maybe you can handle it but i couldnt it really ruined my life

Vulnerability can be a need and satisfy a craving. I find that carrying the weight of the world on my shoulders can cause a breaking point where I just want to knock myself down a peg. Exposure and embarrassment can be part of that.
I have thought of voyeurism as a fantasy in the past. Always wanting to watch.
This sounds like a reverse-voyeurism (google it). Like you want to be observed in a compromised state.
Although not in a crowd, I wouldn't mind if my wife's best friends were invited over to watch me getting a good spanking .

Look here to see my fantasyes:

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My fantasyes, are too humiliation fantasys ? Or ? I didn`t find a female partner who has so fantasys !

When I feel the weight of the world on my shoulders I take a few hours off and head to the local gay bathhouse. I rent a room and lie down on my stomach and allow random men to mount me. The more humiliating the process the better. I am not attracted to men but the humiliation and surrender allow me to cope with the stress, at least for a few hours.

phxbot wrote:When I feel the weight of the world on my shoulders I take a few hours off and head to the local gay bathhouse. I rent a room and lie down on my stomach and allow random men to mount me. The more humiliating the process the better. I am not attracted to men but the humiliation and surrender allow me to cope with the stress, at least for a few hours.

I'm glad you shared that story, for years I've wondered if homosexuality and homosexual acts can be a humiliation fetish for people who aren't gay? I get stress relief from doing things in public that makes other people think that I'm gay. For example: In college there was a halloween party for the History club and everyone was told to show up for the party dressed as a historical figure so I dressed up as the blonde bombshell Marilyn Monroe. I had a total Monroe look: blonde wig, red lipstick, long dangling earrings, strand of white pearls, white opera gloves, tight dress, high heels, pantyhose, and so on. I spent the entire evening at the party using very feminine body language and talking in that childish bimbo Monroe voice.

After about 20 minutes the 45 year old attractive female professor in charge of the club concluded that my Monroe look and persona was so feminine that I absolutely had to be gay and she asked me why I didn't bring my boyfriend since we had been told we could bring a date. Because I enjoyed the humiliation of her perceiving that I was gay I didn't get offended by her question and I didn't correct her either (I wasn't gay and I didn't have a boyfriend), but rather I reinforced that her judgment about my sexual orientation was correct by my saying that "My boyfriend had to work this evening." The men at the halloween club party that night avoided me like the plague concluding that I was extremely gay. A few of the women smiled at me a lot and complimented me on my makeup and dress. That night when I returned home I masturbated over how everyone at the party thought I was a totally gay queen.

I am a lifelong cuckold and absolutely need humiliation and degradation. I am also very much heterosexual but when my mistress/wife orders me to do things that are in the homosexual realm, I absolutely love it, but also hate it.

Have you considered that you are a cuckold?