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Submit To Me

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My cock throbbed, aching for release as I endured the torment. But I knew better than to beg for mercy. This was Humiliation PhoneSex, and I was here to serve.

Humiliation PhoneSex: Do As I Say

Yet, as the night wore on, the voice on the other end pushed me to new heights of Humiliation, PhoneSex, forcing me to confront the deepest, darkest recesses of my psyche. “Pretend I have your balls in my hand, my long red fingernails teasing your delicate sack.” I could almost feel her nails playfully teasing my sack, the threat ever present. “You’re a pathetic little worm, aren’t you?” the voice sneered, “a sniveling, snuffling little creature who can’t even get a hard-on without begging for permission.” I felt my ego shrink, my sense of self-worth dwindling to nothing as I surrendered to the torrent of abuse. And yet, paradoxically, I felt alive – alive with a sense of Humiliation PhoneSex that left me gasping for air.

As I was writing on the mirror, smearing red letters across the glass, I thought to myself. “I am nothing more than scum.” Humiliation PhoneSex had revealed a part of me I never knew existed. And finally, as if overwhelmed by the sheer depravity of the experience, I collapsed to the floor of the bathroom, shivering and shaking with a mixture of fear, desire, and disgust. The voice on the other end was silent. I could hear my heart pounding in my chest, my breath coming in ragged gasps as I struggled to regain my composure. Just as suddenly as it had begun, it was over. And yet, as I lay there, a broken, shattered shell of a man, I knew that I would never forget the experience.

Humiliation PhoneSex: I’ll Always Come Back For More

In the end, it was just a fantasy, a fleeting moment of Humiliation PhoneSex that vanished like smoke on the wind. But the memory lingered, haunting me like a ghostly presence that refused to be exorcised. I knew I’d be back, crawling back to the altar of Humiliation PhoneSex like a supplicant to a dark and ancient deity. For in that moment, I had discovered a truth that would haunt me forever – that Humiliation PhoneSex was the ultimate taboo fantasy, a secret pleasure that only the bravest (or most depraved) dared to explore. Now, as I sit here, my cock still throbbing with the memory of that night, I can’t help but wonder: what new depths of degradation and desire await me in the world of Humiliation PhoneSex?

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