I Enjoy Humiliation
[content removed by staff]When I was 10 years old, I used to practice judo at my local judo club, in my little town of Agen. We were a dozen of children, and among us was Damien, my childhood best friend.
Damien and I were both quite tall, brown haired, brown eyed, and some people used to think we were brothers. We were very close to each other...but Damien has always been the leader of our duo. Taller, stronger, though a little dumb, he was so much stronger than me, and he always beated me during our judo matches. He was kind of a wicked winner; he liked to humiliate me, and I never had the will to fight back. When he made me fall on the rug, he loved to put his barefeet right into my face, standing there in a victory pose, while I was humiliated in front of the others children.
I remember one day, when adults were authorized to watch the lesson, and my parents were standing in the corner of the room, with my little brother Clément. I started my fight with Damien, and, willing to make my parents proud, I gathered all my strenght to beat him. But it was of no use; Damien was better than me on every level. Soon, the fight became an humiliation, and I fell on the ground, one more time.
"Stay down" Damien told me, and I obeyed him. I didn t have the will to resist him. He had a strange sadistic look; he grabbed both of my arms, and pulled me to him. "Look at me." I looked up to him. Then, he raised his barefoot, and put his dirty sole right into my face, pulling on my harm to crush me the best he can. I stayed there, breathing the odor of his moisty feet, totally humiliated in front of the audience. Damien toes were covering my eyes. Seeing this, he purposely swerved them, allowing me to see between his toes. In the corner of the room, my parents and my little brother were watching my defeat, looking totally demoralized. This sight broke me. I stayed under Damien feet during at least one minute, before he finally decided he had enough fun. After this day, other children in the class started to humiliate me the same way, as often as they could. Damien had turned me into an eternal loser.
Damien and I were both quite tall, brown haired, brown eyed, and some people used to think we were brothers. We were very close to each other...but Damien has always been the leader of our duo. Taller, stronger, though a little dumb, he was so much stronger than me, and he always beated me during our judo matches. He was kind of a wicked winner; he liked to humiliate me, and I never had the will to fight back. When he made me fall on the rug, he loved to put his barefeet right into my face, standing there in a victory pose, while I was humiliated in front of the others children.
I remember one day, when adults were authorized to watch the lesson, and my parents were standing in the corner of the room, with my little brother Clément. I started my fight with Damien, and, willing to make my parents proud, I gathered all my strenght to beat him. But it was of no use; Damien was better than me on every level. Soon, the fight became an humiliation, and I fell on the ground, one more time.
"Stay down" Damien told me, and I obeyed him. I didn t have the will to resist him. He had a strange sadistic look; he grabbed both of my arms, and pulled me to him. "Look at me." I looked up to him. Then, he raised his barefoot, and put his dirty sole right into my face, pulling on my harm to crush me the best he can. I stayed there, breathing the odor of his moisty feet, totally humiliated in front of the audience. Damien toes were covering my eyes. Seeing this, he purposely swerved them, allowing me to see between his toes. In the corner of the room, my parents and my little brother were watching my defeat, looking totally demoralized. This sight broke me. I stayed under Damien feet during at least one minute, before he finally decided he had enough fun. After this day, other children in the class started to humiliate me the same way, as often as they could. Damien had turned me into an eternal loser.
