Kissing the whip

Humility...

I feel it in my stomach.

Seeing a girl slapped, a violent craving grabs me: do it to me! Hit me, kick me, strip me, whip me, cuff me, trample on my face, twist my nipples painfully…

I desire to kiss your hands. I desire to kiss your feet. I desire to lick off the mud from your shoes.

I strongly desire for being put to shame. To be exposed publicly, naked. For being spat at, for eating trash, for licking the pavement and being kicked by passers-by. For being whipped publicly till i bleed. For being branded with cigarettes to entertain the spectators. And for being called bitch, slut, whore, pig, worm, filth, laughing at my shame and agony.

I don’t know why. But it is so.