On Public Play
If you know anything about Me, you will be aware that one of My absolute favourite pastimes is humiliating men in public. I adore seeing the look of incredulity on the faces of passers by as I walk My slave in public, spit on him, slap him, etc. Even more than the enjoyment that I get from giving the public a little thrill, is the pleasure that I receive from seeing a sad little man feel completely helpless, with nowhere to run, aware that all eyes are on him as he performs whatever degrading task I have ordered.
It was inevitable that I would one day take My first step into filming public humiliation clips, so after finding a slave who was willing to film in public unmasaked, and talking My cameraman into accepting that we would not get arrested, off we went to central London on a lovely sunny summer day to film as many scenes as we could manage, all under public scrutiny.
We started off gently, with things such as foot worship and doggy play. Over the course of the day, we gently increased the intensity of our activities, until we came to the grand finally: a scene of complete degradation on a busy pedestrian street. During the entire day, people came up to us between shoots to ask us questions or congratulate My slave on his courage. From time to time, men even came to tell him how much they envied him! All in all, we got a very positive response.
Then came the final scene. For 10 minutes, I kicked, slapped, insulted, and spat on My slave as bit by bit, a crowd of onlookers gathered. My two cameramen were hidden away in alcoves, invisible to the crowd. As far as they knew, I was just a woman beating up a poor man. Can you guess how the crowd reacted? They simply took out their phones and filmed us. Nobody stepped in. I was quite shocked at how passive people are when it comes to this sort of thing. I was expecting to have to stop filming every 30 seconds due to someone trying to stop Me from abusing My slave. But no… people just watched. ?As nice as it was to be able to film the scene in its entirety in only two takes (more about that later), I was slightly horrified at the apathy of the general public. This is how people get raped and killed in public: People prefer a spectacle to having a kind heart. Shocking.
Now, about the two takes: We did have one interruption though, but it wasn’t from a good Samaritan trying to save the poor boy from My clutches. After a few minutes of filming, as I was making My slave kiss My feet, and telling him all about the honour that it was for him to do so, I became aware of a jeering voice, insulting Me from the crowd of onlookers.
“I wouldn’t kiss your fucking nose! You ugly cow!” etc etc…
An older man, wearing a panama hat and shorts (who can be seen briskly walking past in the final edit of the clip) was hell bent on insulting Me and degrading Me himself. Eventually, his voice grew in volume to the point that we had to halt the filming. I began to explain to him that we were filming something, and that it was completely consensual. I let My slave stand up, asked him if he was ok, stroked his cheek, and saw him smile and nod at Me. But still, the man insulted Me, saying all sorts of horrible things, and telling Me that it’s not right, that women like Me deserve to be beaten etc. As much as I tried to explain to him that My slave had asked for all this himself, the man wanted nothing to do with it. My chivalrous cameraman got more and more worked uop as this was happening and suddenly started shouting at the other man to leave us alone, but he just stayed there, antagonising us and taking great pleasure in telling Me how I was disgusting and ugly. Finally, I insulted him Myself and told him to crawl back to whichever hole he came from, and he left. The interesting thing about this was that this man did not actually seem to care at all about the welfare of My slave. He didn’t attempt to save him, nor did he try to check if he was ok. This man just saw an opportunity to abuse a woman and he jumped on it. I feel sorry for his wife, if he has one.
So to end this, only one person intervened, out of the 50 or more who saw this scene take place. The one person who did intervene, didn’t do it to help the “victim”, but rather to give himself the opportunity to be abusive to a woman.
Moral of the story: You really can get away with anything in public. But that isn’t necessarily a good thing.