One of my very first callers wanted me to humiliate him. He didn’t want the run-of-the-mill small penis stuff, he wanted extreme humiliation phone sex. He wanted to be humiliated for his fantasies. Be careful what you wish for losers, because I do deliver. I’m not sure if he was wincing or crying, but I do know he hung up quickly. That only proved to me that he was a pathetic piece of shit and needed what I gave him. My tongue stung him in ways he hadn’t expected. I think a lot of you look at my photos and assume that I’m sweet and subservient. I am, to a rich and powerful man. To the rest of you bottom feeders, I’m quite the opposite.
I’m a natural at extreme humiliation phone sex because I KNOW without a doubt that I am superior to you. That makes it easy to tell you about your pitiful ass. I don’t hold anything back. Whatever I know about you can and will be used to make you shrivel into a little pathetic heap and slither back where you came from. Everything is fair game, from your fat disgusting wife, your mediocre bank account, your perverted fantasies, and your lame ass job. I’ll confirm all the things you tell yourself in your mind but would never dare to speak out loud. The truth hurts, bitch, and you can’t handle it even though you long to.
What’s more exciting about extreme humiliation phone sex is that it makes me hot. Every insult, put down, and psychological manipulation causes tingly electricity to shoot through my perfect body. Watching what little self-esteem you have dissipate into thin air gets my pussy wet. I hope that’s what gets you off, because I can’t even be bothered to talk about your disgusting prick. That is, after all, beneath me.
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