How will you humiliate me?

How will you shame and ridicule me?
Make me buy things for intimate acts,
Like a cucumber and lube, oh the embarrassment!
Or some other mix of embarrassing items.

You'll make me go out without undergarments,
Or wear underwear not meant for my own sex.
Forcing me to wear a vibrating panty or butt plug,
Oh, the discomfort I'll have to bear!

Demanding me to tan topless,
So others can witness my utter vulnerability.
Choosing a revealing and slutty outfit,
When we step out, making me feel exposed.

And then, you'll force me to share on social media,
Or post from my own account for all to see.
Performing punishments in front of an audience,
Inviting others to use me for their pleasure.

You'll make me carry an embarrassing object,
Create and share humiliating photos of me.
Ordering for me in public, something I despise,
Or even a child's meal, to showcase my shame.

Engaging in intimate acts near an open window,
A public display of affection for all to view.
Spanking and punishments in plain sight,
Humiliating me without a shred of respite.

I'll be your servant in front of others,
Offering myself for their own satisfaction.
You'll criticize and berate me openly,
Leaving me feeling small and insignificant.

Changing my social media profile,
Making a mockery of my online presence.
Requiring videos and live performances,
Where I obey your every command.

Insisting on honorifics when others are near,
So they know I'm under your control.
I must walk behind you, subservient,
As you keep me on a leash like a pet.

Forcing me to wear nipple clamps or metal,
While going through security, utterly exposed.
Handcuffed in stores, unable to escape,
A public spectacle for everyone to witness.

Silencing my voice, forbidding me to speak,
Taking away my autonomy in public places.
And worst of all, handing over the remote,
To someone else, controlling my pleasure.

Requiring me to leave lingerie on display,
In hotel rooms as we travel, how humiliating!
Writing embarrassing words on my body,
With self-tanner or sunblock, my shame revealed.

Forcing me to wear a noticeable bra,
Beneath a shirt, for all to see and judge.
Placing a collar with a bell around my neck,
Adding to my embarrassment and degradation.