Crave psychological humiliation? No shame in that!
Except that there is shame in psychological humiliation, actually. There’s enough shame to go around . . . and around . . . and around . . . FOREVER. Better buckle the FUCK in, ’cause you’re about to take a rapid-cycling carousel ride for my amusement!
Do you know what fuels your depressing, out-of-order pony?
Oh, you do? GOOD, because you’re going to tell me.
Oh, you don’t? Well that’s just fucking PERFECT, because I’m going to show you!
Either way, the best psychological humiliation phone sex requires a little digging. The deeper we delve, the faster your horse-y flies. The faster you go, the more desperately you cling to that rusty pole for dear life. The more desperately you cling, the more quarters I’ll slide into the box . . .
Callers exploring their psychological humiliation desire for the first time often ask me:
“Is it weird/bad/etc for me to want this?”
Only if it’s “weird” or “bad” for me to want to be the reverse Pollyanna to your lifetime of tamped down regret and shame! Something that feels this right can’t be wrong . . . but that doesn’t mean you’re not a deranged, self-hating freak!
Psychological humiliation phone sex with me is like a mash-up between the Ludovic Treatment and my personal remix of your negative self-talk. . . set on “Endless Loop” and played at warp speed. Basically your new favorite masochistic Möbius strip masturbation soundtrack.
Don’t be ashamed of how much being degraded by my no limits verbal abuse turns you on . . . at least not until after you call me for some brutal psychological humiliation phone sex . . . and NEVER before I give you permission!
Ready to take a nauseating spin on your misery-go-round? I can’t fucking wait.
I already have one hand on the lever . . .
