There's nothing hotter than a bowl on the floor, if I'm expected to eat or drink from it. Once, years ago, I asked a roomie of mine to grab me a glass of water when he got up. Laughing, he brought back a bowl of water, and set it on the floor at his feet. God, how I wish I had had the presence of mind to get down on all fours and drink from it.
More recently, I hooked up with a male dom, who led me through his house naked and on a leash, to his bathroom, where he made me eat catfood from a dish on the floor while he videotaped me. It was disgusting: it tasted like cold, especially fishy tuna salad, and it made me hard as a rock imagining an audience for my humiliation.
This same guy also made me wait for him to pick me up at a busy T stop, and take off my coat and shirt and put them in the back seat of his car before getting in front. I'm pretty fat, and there were definitely some startled looks from bystanders. At some future date, he wants us to go to a mall, where I will go into a bathroom stall, take off all my clothes, and give them to him. He will leave me there as long as he wants, and certainly photograph me in that predicament. Honestly, while the idea makes me seriously excited, I am just a bit afraid of this one. We'll see.
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Good for people to know.
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