Babygirl and the Thrill of Humiliation

I am obsessed with Babygirl. It’s a rare and delicious treat to see BDSM take center stage on the big screen, but even more thrilling? Watching a woman—middle-aged, confident, and completely unashamed—go after exactly what she wants. And what she wants is fear and humiliation.  

Humiliation is an art, and Babygirl understands that. There’s something undeniably intoxicating about exposure, about the rawness of it, about the way it strips you down to your most vulnerable self. It’s adrenaline, a high that comes not just from pain or dominance, but from the sheer risk of being seen—truly seen.  

I’ve stood on the other side of that fence. I’ve watched men tremble, begging for the exquisite terror of losing control. They want to be afraid. They want to be powerless. They want the thrill of being laid bare, their deepest secrets dragged into the light. And their big secret is wanting to be my slave, to do as I tell them, to feel threatened for being exposed as wanting to be weak for me.

And aren't all those secrets that make Babygirl so delicious? It doesn’t just acknowledge humiliation—it revels in it. It turns it into something powerful, something deeply feminine. This isn’t a story about shame. It’s about desire, about agency, about taking pleasure in the things we’re told we shouldn’t want.  

And I absolutely love that. Do you want to be Nicole Kidman or me? Get in touch!

Love,
Amsterdomme