#male humiliation

[wambos-storytime-corner]

7 Deadly Diapers, Ch. 3: Gluttony pt. 2 (TW: addiction, weight shaming, and body shaming)

“Uhhhh How should I know?” Whitney cocked her eyebrow and in confusion, a chuff of humored air escaped her lips.

“Oh gee, I don’t know. Maybe because my gym bag was right where I left it this morning and now YOU’VE filled it with this! Was starving me not enough?” Ethan steamed.

“Look I really don’t know where all that stuff came from but why don’t you just—?”

“Grab some other clothes? Yeah yeah, I saw what you did to the wardrobe too! My clothes are all gone and all that’s left is shit like this!” Rifling in the bag for a moment he snakes out a pale blue, form fitting, snap-crotch baby onesie but sized up for an adult. Whitney covered her mouth to stifle any giggles. After a stutter she clears her throat.

“Okay Ethan, what’s going on? Where’d you even get that thing?”

“In our closet! Where YOU put it!— no. No! Fuck this. Fuck you. I’m not entertaining any of this anymore. Now if you aren’t gonna tell me where my shit is, I need something to wear to the gym.” He holds out his hand, “give me your sweater. C’mon.”

Whitney realized that this situation was quite confusing for the both of them, but the tone in Ethan’s voice threatened an argument she didn’t have any energy for after their last one five minutes ago. With a sigh, she works the sweater up and off of herself. Ethan watched with a tapping foot and a huff until he saw what laid beneath her bulky, unflattering top layer.

His eyes followed up to her belly button now nestled in a gently slimmer figure, then to her waist which smoothly swayed inward with healthy folds, and finally he was struck by sheer awe as he was introduced to her new, swollen, double D-cup boobs held up by a bra that practically buckled under their weight.

“W-whoa.. uh.. I..” he gulped and stuttered. The entirety of his demeanor shifted suddenly. His lips smacked hungrily as drool pooled in his mouth and started escaping his open jaws.

“Uh, Ethan?.. Hello! Earth to Ethan?!” Whitney snapped impatiently causing her husband to slurp up the string of slobber dangling off his lip and clear his throat. But she noticed where his line of sight was. “What are you looking at you perv..? Ugh do you want the sweater or not?”

Something stirred in his stomach however as he looked at the sweater and his wife’s ample bosom. He was met with a decision for where the conversation and their dynamic would go next. And he didn’t like what his brain craved more out of the two options. His stomach, however, was all too willing to give him away. It snarled hungrily.

GARGLLLLLGLLR!!

“Ahem. Uh.. pardon me.. erm.. about dinner. I’m.. sorry.” He scratched his head in shame.

“You’re what?”

“I’m sorry! Okay? Uh… I should be more.. thankful! And ready to drink— NO! EAT Whatever you prepare for me..” he approaches her. A crazed, desperate and almost addict-like look in his eyes, even going so far as to move her sweater-holding hand out of the way. She put her foot up haphazardly and unintentionally against his crotch to stop him.

“Whoa there, tiger! What’s your angle?” She said, bewildered by his unusual change of heart. But amidst her confusion, a pang of discomfort struck her in both nipples. She winced and grasped her breasts. Pulling her hands away she noticed a white substance left behind from their tips. She was lactating. But the revelations didn’t stop there. She couldn’t help but spot that her husband’s eyes were locked onto the puddle of rich milk in her palm like a junkie, ready to relapse.

Curious, she lifted her palm towards his face and after a terse moment of silent internal conflict… Ethan began to lap up the milk like a newborn kitten. Whitney’s thoughts began to wander somewhere a bit more devious watching her critical, body-shaming husband desire her breast milk so eagerly. Until finally she had her plan come together. A wry smile wrapped over her face.

“Oh yeah~? You want these puppies that bad? Gosh… You sure don’t look the part though…” she sultrily nods towards the gym-turned-diaper bag, letting her diabolical plot begin to unfold, “You know what I want you to put on. Chop chop, mister! The gym can wait…”

[i-like-juice]

Had an eggcellent evening to myself. Tried on some of my cowey clothes and tried putting on lipstick for the first time. I think I did kind of a bad job but still felt pretty hot. Anybody interested in saving a horse and riding an obese boy cow? I am powered by choccy milk and good vibes. Will be spending the rest of my evening playing The Lord of the Rings Battle For Middle Earth evil campaign and drinking bud light and pigging out on fried mushrooms I ordered. Very boss Saturday night for your friendly neighborhood fat boy! ^v^

[flymeandtiememaam2]

“Mmmmmpppphhhh!!”

“Look at it this way, sir - at least you don’t have to wear a mask!”

Needless to say, formerly unruly passenger, Derek, now neatly bound, gagged and helpless, did not appreciate the senior stewardess’ sense of irony…

Sources: NBC News and Pinterest

[storytimewithwambo]

Whats your thoughts on sissyfication? Who am I kidding, with how wimpy you are it’s obvious🤭 why don’t you tell us how much you love it?

W-who told you I enjoy anything like that?! I am a strong, dignified, fully grown man. So I absolutely 100% do NOT— 😵‍💫😵‍💫😵‍💫 why my.. brain feelin.. fuzzyyyy…

ehehehe~<3

Omigosh no duh! It’s all the rage isn’t it! That’s what my besties tell me on all our shopping trips! They, like, giggle at me after telling me it, but its whatevs! Prolly just some inside joke they made at the salon without me or somethin!

Ooooh! Speaking of, B.T.Dubs peep my new acrylics! TOO cute, yeah?? Eeee! I know! The hot pink really brings out my lipstick too! And the best part is how it also matches the pumps Rachel and I went halfsies on in the mall! Ugh.. I wish my ass was as plump as hers, that slut..

Oopsie that was catty, sorry. But yeah! I’m thinking I’m gonna debut this whole fit on a night out with the girlies! Quick question, girly girl to girliest girl: my friends bought me this DARLING pink petticoat. Too much? Too frilly for the club? Is the plastic coating too eye catching? Too loud? Oh Who am I kidding, of course it is! Lol. That’s why it’s perfect! I’d like to see the girls get more eyes on them than me tonight!

Oh but my question stands: Does my ass look thick enough in it? Or should I get a diaper to seal the deal?… that look on your face screams that it’s changing time! Mind helping me out? I gotta have my hands free to text my hoes and do up my pigtails. Besides these nails make me so useless at things like this! Come on, you’d be a lifesaver!

Pretty please with, like.. a cherry on top~<3?😘

[wrestlingarsenal]

Nice slow squash match here! An aggressive, seemingly angry Bret Hart delivers a stiff beating on a flamboyant jobber in brightly colored trunks: Chance Meyers. This humiliating jobber beating from 1985 was recently posted on YouTube.

Maybe this unfortunate wimp somehow pissed off the "Hitman" backstage. Or maybe Bret felt that those skimpy, rose-colored briefs disrespect the sport of rasslin, so he wants to punish this sissy-boy for wearing them. For whatever reason, Bret wants to harm this less skilled, less aggressive opponent (and for whatever reason, I'm turned on by it.). He uses his legendary Excellence of Execution to waste this weakling!

What caught my eye were the frequent crotch-shots, with a stunned Meyers opening his thighs wide and presenting his taint and bulge for our viewing pleasure. Is he deliberately degrading himself, knowing that many fans will eat that up?

Emasculation and humiliation seem to be the themes of the match: the panty-wearing wimp's helplessness and lack of agency contrasted with the supremacy of the masculine male in black. Power imbalances between two men can feel wonderfully homo-erotic.

We are invited to sit back and enjoy this Alpha Male inflicting whatever abuse he wishes on the nearly-naked bleach blond. Bret controls his prey and toys with the man, gradually wearing away any resistance to his authority.

In the end, a climactic Flying Fist Drop off the top rope leaves Meyers once again wide open to the camera as the ref counts him out. The defeated male is limp and deflated, as if he's in a post-coital stupor.

[hadeidon]

I guess there are no more potties tonight for me

[littlecockboyy]

I have money and a tiny cock, but no one to humiliate me and put me in a chastity cage 😒

[wambos-storytime-corner]

7 Deadly Diapers, Ch. 3: Gluttony pt. 3 (TW: Addiction, weight shaming)

“The.. the stuff in the.. um.. the gym bag—?“

“You mean your diaper bag? Ugh, yeah. I want you to put it on.” Whitney, feeling a new sense of power and independence smiled at the chance to put her husband well beneath her. Something had overcome her and she had begun to feel so free.

“But it’s so— so…” he gulped and tapped his fingers.

“So what, Ethan? Ironic? Poetic? Fitting? You have been treating me like shit so long and you think you get to just let me nurse you?— Which, don’t even get me started on how crazy that prospect is— but you seriously believe that you get to act like none of that ever happened? Nuh-uh. Think again. I wanna watch you put it on. Then MAYBE I’ll think about feeding you.” She reveled in the power bestowed to her by her wish. How this was all happening was far from being something she had on her mind. Her only concern was how to milk this miracle for all it was worth. Literally…

Her suddenly submissive husband wanted to retaliate but unfortunately there wasn’t a rebellious bone in his body that could override his lust for latching onto the generous nipple of his wife’s breasts. So, cringing, he soldiers on and swaddles himself into his diaper.

“That’s right.. plenty of powder. Top tapes first. No. No no. Ugh! I have to do everything for you don’t i…” taking charge she straps the remainder of the big hulking weight lifter into his shameful, powdery, prison-like pampers. Then came the onesie which was swiftly squeezed overtop of him, snapping it all shut. Unlucky for the big buff baby, it was just tight enough in the crotch to make him constantly aware of the bulk under his butt and groin.

But even more bizarrely, he noticed an odd sensation hugging his arms and torso.. his burly, masculine physique was compressed and compacted beneath the soft tight leotard more and more before both him and his wife’s eyes until he was nothing but a scrawny, girlish wimp of a man. It looks like he’d struggle lifting a 10 pound box now! The onesie had eaten all that hard work and in turn his confidence shriveled along with it. He looked panicked at his wife who’s face was anything but empathetic. She just cackled down at her new harmless, weakling of a spouse basking in her and her wish’s devilish craftsmanship, punctuating it all with a full palmed grip on his plush rump.

“Dawww! There we go! God, don’t you look just darling…” she covered her lips with a malicious snicker, “Now how about you strike some poses for me and while you’re at it you can ask me EXACTLY what you want. And keep it extra polite Mr. ‘This body doesn’t happen from whining and eating cheat pizzas’.” She smirks looking at her meek little husband contentedly whilst pulling her phone out to snap pics.

Ethan grimaced at the mental quandary he found himself toiling with along with the mourning he felt for his once perfect body. He couldn’t admit his desires without undermining what he’d faulted Whitney with earlier. And with all that had been taken he couldn’t bear the thought of giving up his pride any further and admit he was wrong! All he had left was his integrity! His self-certainty! His sense of discipline against his own bodily urges and cravings!…

Which made the feeling of defeat all the more painful as his eyes returned to his wife’s gorgeous, Siren-like breasts. All he could do was lick his lips, strike a pose for his wife, and buckle under the crushing weight of his deepest desires.

“I’ll do anything for a taste of you. Please, Whitney…” his drool oozed down over his chin as he gave her the show of a lifetime.

“That’s mommy from now on. And that’s a good start. But anything really broadens the scope don’t you think? Anyone can SAY they’ll do anything, but I want to see actions. And I have an idea on how you can prove precisely that. So, if you really want your big, warm, juicy dessert.. you gotta clean your plate first, bubs~!”

(Sorry for the delay. Works been crazy and I had to get some extra photos! Hope this will make up for it! 🥰)

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Freedom Fighters

“Well that was easy!” laughed Fatima as the female freedom fighter securely tied the wrists of the last of the three government soldiers who had surrendered to the two women. “Let’s hope we meet the same sort of resistance as this when we march on the capital!”

Rabina smiled broadly, also delighted at her and Fatima’s swift victory over the patrol the women had encountered when out scouting. “I think we had better gag them too, Fatima,” she said and pulled out a strip of cloth from her jacket pocket and advanced on one of the demoralised and bound male captives.

AI video created via PixVerse.

[sapphosdesires]

"Don't you just love it when they beg for mercy"

[flymeandtiememaam2]

“You OK back there?”

The stewardess looked at me through the mirror, her beautiful face smiling with ironic humour. “Not too uncomfortable, are you?” she added knowingly. I scowled at her, still infuriated at my situation - my hands tightly bound behind my back with plastic handcuffs and my ankles bound together with airline seat straps. I didn’t dignify her sarcastic question with a reply. The witch knew darn well how much my wrists were chafing by now and how I had lost the feeling in my legs: after all, she had been the crew member who had tied me up! I hoped my look conveyed both defiance and contempt.

“Perhaps you shouldn’t have been taking things that weren’t yours, my friend,” the woman replied simply, seemingly unmoved by my frowning countenance and resumed applying her makeup. All I could do was curse and try not to gaze at her firm blue skirted posterior and shapely nyloned legs while she beautified herself once more…

Source: Pinterest

[i-like-juice]

Can you tell me a story about the three guys you crushed to a pulp? Your pathetic slave is horny.

I'm not a porn dispenser. Call me beautiful or massively obese in the ask next time and i will. I do like you calling yourself my slave though. Hmm.

To have attendants winch me up. Straps carefully hugging my nearly naked form above my nest of pillows and cushions as you're roughly forced under my hanging ass fat. Stop sucking on my feeding tube long enough to order my attendants to commence your execution. You're guilty of annoying me in someway I forgot. I don't need a reason anyway I love execution day! :333333 My fat ass needs a higher fucking body count you worthless peon.

[hadeidon]

Ch. 5

Johnny’s dad walked into the living room, and looked at all four of the guys, “I’m heading to bed, Johnny I expect you in my room in 15 minutes, so I can change you.”

“Ok, dad.”

After his dad left, Johnny tried to get up and out of the training potty, but he was stuck. Unfortunately his muscular butt had created a seal with the potty. And now he couldn’t get the potty off, and when he tried to just stand up, the potty messed with his center of balance and he fell back onto the potty.

Chip grabbed Johnny’s hands, to try to help him up, but unfortunately instead of falling backwards Johnny overbalanced and fell on Chip. Leading to Johnny’s earlier piss to soak back into his pants and underwear.

With Johnny laying on Chip, Chad went behind Johnny and started to try to get the potty off, now that it was on top. After a couple of jerks and twists, the potty came off with a pop showing the darkened glistening stained jeans, with a malformed lump that was evident with a hint of brown seen below the lump.

Johnny quickly scampered to his dad’s room letting the other guys see his bulge bounce while also being able to see his bubble butt.

Chip and Chad looked at each other and noticed that they had some chubs developing in their jeans. Tyler looked up with a deep red blush on his cheeks, with a pillow over his lap, “Wait, why couldn’t you just wet yourself?”

Chad quickly looked back at Tyler, “Wait, you were fully paying attention to our conversation?”

“Maybe, but what does that matter,” Tyler answered defensively, blushing harder, “It’s just us, there’s the training potty, you could hover over it and soak your underwear, similar to Chip, even if he didn’t mean to.”

“Because I don’t exactly need to pee. I have wet my underwear before, it’s a bit harder being full staff, but I kinda need to add more than piss, and I have never done that before.” Chad embarrassingly replied.

Tyler, got a little redder, “What would make you more comfortable, the knowledge that we are all going to have to use the training potty, we might all either have to use our pants, or we’re going to see our nude bodies? Or do you want to strip to your underwear and we turn around and give you privacy?”

Chad blushed and started to unbutton his tight khaki pants and revealed baby blue trunks with a slight darkening around the head of his penis.

[littlecockboyy]

Are there any dominant, smart, sadistic, feminist women out there who want to humiliate men??

Can’t stop thinking about a Goddess (or Goddesses) sitting on my face, edging my worthless penis, and punching my vulnerable balls all while reading me stories, facts, and statistics about how women are vastly superior to men. Matriarchy/Gynarchy type shit while my weak, pathetic, exposed male genitals are being destroyed for women’s pleasure and enjoyment. Torture me for hours, make me cum dozens of times, and absolutely humiliate me as a man.

Anyone???

Huge shoutout to @womenwilldominate for the inspiration for this fantasy. I edge to this blog endlessly

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Pantyhose or Stockings?

Jason sat, staring sullenly up at Lieutenant Georgina Harris as she looked down on him, seated in a comfortable office chair in front of a computer screen. The would-be amateur spy had been caught in the act trying to download confidential military information by the female officer. She had easily overpowered the hapless Jason, flinging him over her shoulder onto the floor of the office and then she tightly tied him up. Now they were waiting for the military police to arrive. If Jason was beaten and humiliated, Georgina seemed bored. Slowly she hitched up her uniform skirt in front her bound prisoner’s astounded and frustrated eyes. “Come on, honey,” the beautiful soldier purred, “you must be curious, so have a guess - am I wearing pantyhose or stockings?”

Jason, faced with several years in prison, failed to see the funny or sexy side of Georgina’s mockery. “Go to hell, witch!” he told her. “Spoilsport!” the young woman pouted. “Just for that I’m going to gag you with my nylons - that way you’ll find out the hard way, creep!”

My interpretation of the story behind this very sexy piece of femdom juxtaposition art by Tied Up At The Moment, who now posts on Deviant Art as JakeMadison222.

[submission4]

“I think we’ve got the whole gang now, girls,” said Mrs Thompson, bringing in a disheveled and despondent Marcus while Daisy and Donna continued to guard Damien, who stood in front of them, his hands unhappily clasped behind his head in surrender, “I think we should take them back to our cabin now and tie them up before we call the police.”

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