MsStarlett
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Oh! Another oldie but goodie dredged up from 'before my time'. My Wall-e and I always had long running fantasies of public humiliation. While we have only met face to face once and did not have a chance to engage in our favorite phone & email scenarios, I'll still share the top two as this is the "Idea" thread. Our favorite impossible dream was to be on the Jerry Springer show. (Humiliating enough without going any farther!) If you have never seen the show... Jerry occasionally has people doing embarrassing tasks to win the hearts of their beloved. Wall-e would have to earn his collar by throwing himself in a kiddy pool full of mud and letting me walk across him like a perverted Sir Walter Riley.... Then put up with my verbal assault about his pathetic skin being all wobbly and squishy so that I almost fell and got FILTH on my shoes... which of course he would have to lick off. Including the bottoms. During 'commercial breaks' I could turn my back to the audience, pull my thog aside and urinate in his mouth. Naturally he would not be capable of swallowing fast enough and become drinched in it. More verbal abuse during the next segment about what a filthy, disgusting piss drinking pig he is. It sort of went down hill from that point. All the while the audience would be Booing, Hissing, Laughing and Cheering in turns. The one we were actually going to stage should he ever get to fly in to see me would be the Airport Terminal scene. I would be waiting for him all sweetly dressed in my white lace dress and cute little red shoes that he bought me. We are both married so wedding rings will be visable so anyone watching would assume that we are married to each other. No one would think twice about me greeting him warmly with kisses and hugs and ask about his trip. This would quickly degrade into me asking "What did you bring me?" When he answers "Nothing"... I get to start on "Did you spend all your money on strip joints and whores again?" This would go wherever my evil little mind would wonder to accuse him of very thing from Pay per View porn to male prostitutes." Somewhere along the line I would get to complaining "And to THINK that I came all the way down here to get you in these dreadfully uncomfortable shoes that you bought. You KNOW how they hurt my feet!" so that he could kneel down, slip off my shoes and rub and kiss my feet... all in the terminal. Sometimes this fantasy went to me getting angry and seeing just how many times I could shove or slap him in the face before security took notice. But most of the time toward the public foot worship. Always thinking of the other people milling around pretending not to notice our 'spat'. And the one man on the side line watching from behind his news paper trying to hide his trouser tent.
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