A Humiliating Day At The Beach with his Dominatrix

Dear FemdomU Magazine,

I never read your magazine before, but that’s going to change now. Apparently my girlfriend is an avid reader, and she got a horrible idea from your recent Summer Special Edition. She read your article about Femdom Humiliation on Public Beaches and got so inspired that she decided we should take a trip to the closest beach on your list.

Let me make something clear before we go any further: I am not an exhibitionist by nature. In fact, the mere thought of being naked in front of others sends shivers down my spine. Even when it’s just her and I in the privacy of our bedroom, I find myself feeling self-conscious and reserved. My physique is far from what society deems as desirable – I am overweight, some may even say chubby. But our relationship is anything but conventional: she holds all the power, her sexual prowess dominating and unrestrained. She laid out the rules from day one – I must keep up with her insatiable desires or risk losing her to someone else. A reminder she never fails to mention. And here’s the other thing – she is way out of my league, like in a different stratosphere. I have no idea what she sees in me, she could really have any guy she wanted. So it’s clear here – I have no choice but to bend to her will and obey her every command.

I had no inkling of what she had in store for us, only that we were bound for a day at the beach. Imagine my shock when we arrived and I caught sight of a woman baring her chest in the parking lot. My cheeks flushed red as I made a foolish comment about enjoying the scenery, unaware of what awaited me. With a mischievous grin, my girlfriend dropped the bombshell: I would be joining in on the fun. She commanded me to strip – right then and there, in full view of anyone passing by.

As her words cut through me like a sharp knife, I felt my face flush with humiliation and panic. There was no use arguing with her – she always got her way. Slowly, under the watchful eyes of strangers in the parking lot, I began to strip down to my bare skin. My hands shook as I fumbled with buttons and zippers, wishing for some cover or privacy. But she stood there calmly in her flowing sundress, basking in the warm sun without a care in the world. Once I was fully exposed, she commanded me to toss my clothes into the trunk of the car. With burning cheeks and a sinking feeling in my stomach, I grabbed our bags filled with supplies for the day, suddenly realizing that this outing would be nothing like what I had imagined.

The humiliation continued, like a never-ending nightmare. She made me walk up to a very hot, muscular nude man sunbathing with his naked girlfriend. Every inch of my body burned with embarrassment as I stumbled towards him, unable to tear my eyes away from his sculpted physique. I had to tell the man how incredibly attractive he was, and my voice cracked with mortification as I stuttered out the compliment before quickly scurrying away before he could respond.

But that wasn’t the end of it. As if that public display of humiliation wasn’t enough, she then forced me to enter the ocean and mingle with other beach-goers, all of us completely exposed and vulnerable in our nakedness. My cheeks flushed scarlet as I tried to shrink into myself, desperate not to be noticed by anyone else. And just when I thought it couldn’t get any worse, she demanded that I gather information on six other people on the beach – their names and descriptions of their bodies. The thought alone filled me with dread, knowing that she would easily be able to tell if I was lying.

But the day of degrading public exposure was far from over. At every opportunity, she sent me on errands that required me to venture out amongst the other beach-goers, ensuring that I was constantly exposed and humiliated in front of them. And although most of them were also without clothing, it provided little comfort in easing my self-consciousness, shame and utter embarrassment at being subjected to such humiliating tasks.

There was a brief respite when she finally let me relax on the blanket and get some sun. She was kind enough to apply sun lotion to the areas I couldn’t reach, making sure to cover my dick too—no burnt cocks.

My heart raced as my girlfriend revealed a large, menacing dildo and forced it inside of me without warning. She commanded me to stay quiet, fearing the consequences of indecency, but I couldn’t help but let out tortured moans and cries. My humiliation was further amplified when the same couple we had encountered earlier stumbled upon us and chose to stay and watch. The man taunted me, degrading me for being at the mercy of my dominant girlfriend. As tears threatened to spill from my eyes, I defiantly told him to “fuck off”, only to receive a sharp strike on my already sore ass from my girlfriend’s hand. The couple laughed and the man even took liberties with squeezing my burning cheeks. It was a humiliating display of control and submission that just kept getting worse.

The man’s girlfriend pointed and exclaimed, “Look, honey – he’s hard!” Suddenly, all eyes were on me, my erection betraying me in front of this group of strangers. My own girlfriend laughed and commanded me to kneel before them and masturbate. It was a humiliating request, one that I never would have thought possible. I had always been shy about being naked in public, and now I was being forced to pleasure myself in front of this attractive couple and anyone else who happened to pass by.

Reluctantly, I obeyed my girlfriend’s orders, feeling a mixture of embarrassment and fear as I began to stroke myself. She demanded that I make eye contact with the couple, so I focused on the woman who wore a smug grin on her face. My hand moved feverishly, sweat dripping down my face as I tried to finish the task as quickly as possible.

But the man wasn’t satisfied with just watching. He taunted me with degrading names, ridiculing my awkward appearance as I frantically stroked myself. And when I finally reached climax, my cum shot out forcefully, coating the blanket and sand with sticky streams. As everyone laughed and the couple moved on, my girlfriend smeared some of the mess onto my body before ordering me to the ocean to clean up.

That was pretty much my final humiliation of the day – my walk of shame. The area nearest the water is more crowded, and as I walked through the other naked beachgoers, I couldn’t help but feel shame and humiliation at the evidence of my public display still visible on my skin. This was a level of degradation I never could have imagined enduring for someone else’s pleasure.

So, thanks to your article, I had a day I’ll never forget, and not in a good way. I love submitting to her, but this was too much. I both hated and on some level enjoyed my humiliation, so I’m not sure whether to thank you or curse you. I thought you should know the impact your words can have on your readers.

Yours, still recovering from the humiliation,

Carter