Now we all know there is nothing I love better than giving a boy a verbal whipping. There is just something so intensely pleasurable about male humiliation. While I enjoy many ways of humiliation, verbal is quite possible my favorite.
I feel verbal humiliation allows me to give you a good, hard mindfuck along with your ego abuse. Recently I was able to indulge my love of humiliation, when I was contacted by submissive m. This particular boy was looking for someone to call him names. He should have looked elsewhere. See for me it’s not just a matter of calling you names.
Sure that’s fun but it’s not enough. Name calling on it’s own doesn’t quite make it for me, if you know what I mean. I need to know that what I say to you will not be forgotten when our time together is over. That my words will haunt you and make you rethink the very way you define yourself.
I like to watch you break under nothing more than my polite but brutal musings, about who you are. I absolutely love it when I can I can start to hear the tremor in your voice when I strike a nerve. That’s when you start to feel fear, maybe I know you too well, maybe it’s too real.
This is where some turn back, others they stay and it only get worse for them. Once I strike a nerve, I poke and I prod and I push and I pull until you give me what I want, tears. Tears were what I wanted, and I got them from submissive m. He’s almost attractive when he cries. Tears from a man that thinks he can’t be brought any lower, that he can’t made any more ashamed, that he is nothing. Those tears are so sweet and they are only the beginning.
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