HUMILIATION PHONE SEX WITH THE QUEEN OF MEAN

Humiliation Phone Sex For Limp Dick Idiots Like You

I’ll never forget the first time I had humiliation phone sex. And by “had,” I mean “administered.” I was new to my end of the receiver, and one (oh so fateful and magical) night, a new client asked me to indulge his fantasy in a humiliation role play.

“You were out of town on business, I was house-sitting for you, and you come home early to find me masturbating to your pictures and porn you’ve done. And you’ve already told me not to look at those. You’ve forbidden me explicitly. I’ve done it before and gotten too carried away” he explained.

“Uh-huh, sure” I replied. I hadn’t heard this type of scenario yet.

Soon, I would learn this was my FAVORITE kind of call: humiliation phone sex.

“And you walk in, you catch me, and you tell me I’m a pathetic loser. Plus, you told me no masturbating and I made a mess of the house. You make me clean everything up, too. While humiliating me.” He said this as matter-of-factly as if he were reading a grocery list.

And so our tragedy in ONE part began. Ten minutes is a lifetime in “phone sex junk time,” as I call it. And so, I was inculcated into the profound joy that is humiliation phone sex.

He came, he cried, and I laughed.

After we said goodbye, I felt a new kind of “high” I’d never experienced. It was as if I’d opened my eyes for the first time, and took my first real breath. Everything changed after the first time I laughed at a man’s tears openly. For years, I had done this in private, of course. There is NOTHING more HILARIOUS than men’s tears. But now I had gotten to HELP a man cry? And he WANTED me to laugh at him and be meaner, more “brutally” honest? I felt a humiliation phone sex symphony around me and kept laughing even after I hung up. I felt alive.

Men need help crying.

Thanks to the patriarchal “society” we live in, men are emotionally diseased. Their testosterone poisoning doesn’t help with their culturally assigned role as brain-dead trash.

All the world’s a humiliation phone sex stage, and you are merely a hopeless, worthless loser.

I have no qualms being a deranged, diabolical, nasty cunt to you. Quite the contrary. I am THRILLED to ACTUALLY scream at you. God(dess) knows you deserve it. Being “sensual” bores me to tears. And YOU will be the only one crying during our humiliation phone sex call.

I am going to tell you things a “real” therapist will never say, things that would get their license revoked. In other words, things that are TRUE. Consider yourself LUCKY I care enough to listen to your pitiful bullshit to give you HONEST “feedback.” I don’t care if everyone else in your “real” life pussyfoots around the fact you are a total fucking pussy. I’m not afraid to “communicate.” Nothing makes me happier than telling you the WHOLE truth and NOTHING but the truth.

Get the kleenex box out, faggot.

You’re going to need it for a cum rag AND for your (hopefully) wetter “load”: your REAL tears. I will know if you are faking it. And if you have the nerve to fake it (or aren’t crying enough to satisfy me), we will use one of several techniques to get the waterworks going. I’m not shy about administering CBT either. Cock and Ball Torture = Cognitive Behavioral Therapy for a poor deluded FUCK like you. Whatever it takes, and whether you need Sissy Baby Humiliation or just good old-fashioned verbal abuse, I will get your eyes AND dick beyond wet.

Chop chop, worm. I don’t have all day to pretend to give a shit about your neverending inept dumbassery.

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