I read very often about people who crave either giving or receiving humiliation.  It is a concept I find hard to understand.  The opportunity to show your goddess your complete devotion and obedience to her is not humiliating, it is empowering.  If she chooses to make you wear a shirt that proclaims her ownership of you or tattoos you with her name or whatever she chooses to do with you is an honor to a man.  If it pleases her to underscore her absolute authority over me, it is not humiliation, but an opportunity to show my obedience to her.  Pain too, where it amuses her, is a privilege.

A man on his knees before his goddess is not humbled and certainly not humiliated, he is empowered.  

My phone rings and it is her.  I look around the room and see too many faces.  I have but two rings to give my standard greeting in just the right tone of voice.  Quickly, I dart for the door, hitting the green button as I throw it closed behind me.  "Good Morning my goddess" I speak into the receiver as I look about the exterior of my office.  Nobody is there, I smile at my good fortune at not being exposed.

"Where are you?"  She asks from the other end.

"I am just outside my office, my goddess."

"Are you wearing your chastity tube?"

"Yes goddess."

""Answer the question properly slave."

"Yes goddess, I am wearing my chastity tube."  My voice slows to a whisper at the end of the sentence.

"I couldn't hear you."

"Yes goddess, I am wearing my chastity tube."  I point my head to the ground as I speak the humbling words louder and deadhead for my car to crawl inside.

"Then you haven't masturbated since last Wednesday?"

"No goddess, I haven't masturbated since last Wednesday."  My pride leaks out of me as I answer her questions.  She makes me feel like the submissve slut that I am.