[camelclutchgirl]

Dear Cigar,

I would like to thank you for your kind comments. I admire you for your courage in dealing with a problematic topic. I think that there are people that love the idea of a naked woman being beaten by a clothed opponent, but there is also prejudice concerning that.
I love your write style too, it is very elegant and I learn a lot reading your posts.
Regarding me, I am a modest and discreet girl lost in the Tropics, trying to talk about these secret feelings that move us forward to a very particular world.
The photos you have select are great, as ever. And, yes, some of them remind me of my humiliating loss, especially the third one, in which the nude female is forced to work for her clothed tormentor.
I think women are crueler than men in fights. Men want to win and it is all! Beating the opponent is just enough. Women are more competitive (Biology explains!): beating the rival is not enough, it is necessary to humiliate her, to destroy her...
Obviously, the act of stripping, the nudity itself, is the basis of all... And all the rest is important, but based on the idea of an ashamed, naked, dominated, controlled rival: slapped faces, spanked buttocks, written body etc. etc. etc. and especially forced obbedience, which means total domination.
It is very difficult to understand, but the most shameful indignity I suffered in the hands of my punisher is described below:
“She made me walk slowly in front of [men]; I think that they really appreciated my humiliation, my tits and buttocks bouncing in that macabre stroll for the glory oh their libido. Several times she stopped squeezing the nape of the neck and spanked hard my buttocks, which turned red. It was the ultimate humiliation: be spanked nude and dominated in front of all, in front of my boyfriend! My cheeks were wet by the tears I dropped while my great bottom "cheeks" were manhandled by the cruel spanker, getting red and swollen. The punishment continued: she ordered me, in front of the audience, to kneel and stand up several times, alternatively, like a remote controlled dummy, just to demonstrate that in fact I had become a toy in her hands.”
Yes: kneeling and stand up, kneeling and stand up, kneeling and stand up... naked in front men, in front my boyfriend, at the mercy of a stronger woman.. Oh, God, it was too degrading.
Well, I am a self taught person, that is, I learn English by myself. I started a course, but when the teacher told us to to write about “our vacations”, I wrote my story and I decided do not turn it in and to quit the course... So, I would be grateful if you, dear Cigar, or anyone else, could repost my story with the necessary corrections. If you prefer, you can send it to my personal email, from yahoo/br. I do not have much time for surfing the Web but perhaps we could chat once or two days a week... It would be a pleasure...
And dear Cigar, if you want to add some nipple torture, please, do it. In fact, I am sure that my poor tits were well squeezed during the camelclutch torture, but I think that it was only a drop in the ocean of pain and shame I was immerse into and I forgot mention it...
But please, dear Cigar, dear all, do not add crotch torture. Firstly beacuse it did not occur, and secondly because my boyfriend mitigated my pain and my shame by having sex savagely during the weekend and every night during the week, even when I had a lipstick inside me... He was very excited by the spectacle he had witnessed, I suppose, and he squirted a liter of cum meanwhile I probably produced a liter of endorphin... So, please, preserve my privates...
Kisses for all and especially for you, dear Cigar.
Camelclutchgirl.