Now, I'm not normally a fan of public humiliation. Actually I'm not really much of a fan of humiliation. At least I say that a good bit. But I had a discussion with someone a few weeks ago and recounted a story from years ago and it made me wonder a bit if this counted.

See, the woman I was with was a very occasional social smoker. We had been together for quite some time, and she was well aware of my fetish and kinks. We had an agreement that whenever possible I would light her cigarette.
The ceremony of a man lighting a woman's cigarette is a favorite of mine. Heck, even a woman lighting her own cigarette is sexy for me, since it's the beginning of the dance again.
But there's definitely something special with the lighting of a cigarette. The eye contact. The personal moment shared. The
whole service and subby aspect. Hell folks, it the classic symbol of seduction, at least it was in about every movie from the 1940s and 50s. Heck, it just rips right though this little fetishists core! And I mean that in a good way ;)

And as such, the opportunity was something I always watched for. And usually I was right on top of it. Now that I don't smoke, I don't carry a lighter... but there have been times I wish I did. ;)
Anyway, the particular story I recounted (
and heck I might've told it on this blog before since I've been babbling for so long now) was about one night we were out with a group of friends for a Christmas dinner. She bummed a cigarette from one of her girlfriends. She held it for a bit, waiting for me to notice and pull out my lighter. I know I saw it, but I was chatting away with a friend on the other side, and honestly I just completely blanked on the whole "routine" we had.
She snapped her fingers. Loudly. And gave me a super sexy faux angry glare. I fumbled for my lighter, lost in the moment entirely. Not even realizing that everyone sitting around us had caught the exchange.

I actually blushed a bit, and that's a rarity for me. After the moment was over, conversations went on, no one made a big deal about it - mercifully.
And then a few minutes later, one of the other women at the table leaned towards me and snapped her fingers for me to light her cigarette.
I nearly died of embarrassment. But I would've died happy. It just seemed so damned hot and natural and well... that's public humiliation, right? It is not on the scale of
peopleofwalmart.com, but it counts, right?
And BTW, I am starting to think that people of walmart is inspiring some Dommes who are really into the public humiliation thing. Because I can't imagine how half these people would go out like that without someone "forcing" them to do it. Time and time again I suspect we are just witnessing the
handiwork of some Mistresses.

One other humiliation thing with the lighting of the cigarette occurred to me while looking for appropriate pictures to use in this entry. The denial. For this fetishist, I can't think of any greater snub than when a woman turns away from your offer for a light and accepts another man's light, or even greater, lights her own. Leave it to Sophia Loren to show how it's done ;)