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I must be open with you all, we’re here for a reason. Somehow, someway we all have a fetish that we must feed by coming here. For me it’s the obvious compulsion of desire of going through the punishment of being put in front of adolescent children and have them witness me going through the fear of being debased, insulted, made fun of so they can make the children find humor in seeing me experiencing going through the fear of being shamed then gradually graduating the feeling to total humiliation by being stood up against a wall and forced to n***** myself towards a solid hardness of such humiliation through force of self masterbation through e********** and through it being forced to admit my guilt of being afraid admit my cowardness as I c** to release the completion of my total humiliation through embarrassment by being recorded so I can witness the disappointment in the innocent eyes staring witnessing what’s being done to me and my lack of self defense as a grown man. My punishment for just thinking of looking at a child the wrong way before doing anything I should really be sorry for. What’s your fetish, why are you feeling guilty? Why should you be punished, for what and how?

New Confession

When I was around nine or ten years old, I had a best friend—let’s call her Macy. My dad and her parents were close friends, and so when my dad had to go for a week for something job related, her family invited me to stay with them. Me agreed and that was almost the best week of my life, until… Macy had a different house close to our town, so it was like day four or five, and they invited me over to their other house. Her aunt also had a house in that small town, and so Macy and her big brother—let’s call him Theo—wanted to go to their aunt’s and of course I came along. Me and Macy were painting, and she wanted me to clean the paintbrushes while she went out to get food, so I made a mistake by not knocking before entering the bathroom—I thought no one else was home—and inside was Macy’s aunt’s boyfriend, he was finishing zipping up his pants. I apologized, but he shrugged it off and said I could use the sink since he was already leaving, but he didn’t. He started feeling up my b***, and I just stood there in front of the sink, frozen because I was stunned. I was only like ten, what the hell was I supposed to do? He began asking me if I did gymnastics because he said I had a nice b***. I stayed quiet, but then he spun me around and started to kiss me…with tongue. Ew. I was only TEN. He was like thirty. I didn’t open my mouth though, I stayed frozen. I wanted to push him away but I was afraid that’d make the situation worse. When he pulled away he said that the kiss was only ‘friendly’. Friendly my a**, he was a p********! I finally ran off, I didn’t even know the town, but anywhere was better than in that house. By some miracle, I managed to find Macy, but I didn’t tell her what happened—I thought I did, but when I told her years later, she swore I didn’t, but I know I did, because he came to my birthday gathering the next year because Macy threw me a surprise party with close friends. She invited her aunt who brought her boyfriend, and Macy told me to not pay much attention to him—and I just stayed by her the entire time. I know something else happened between me and that pervert, but I don’t remember what he did to me because it was ages ago, and I’m glad I’m forgetting about it because that’s f****** disgusting. I texted Macy’s mom to ask her if we were staying over at their aunt’s house that night, it was the best news I’ve ever heard when she said ’no’.

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