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About the “Humiliation Humiliatrix” Fetish 

Some men like the woman in their lives to lift them up. To make them feel like a king on a throne. Make them feel strong, tall, and virile. Other men get their kicks, by being emotionally kicked around. Exploited for their weaknesses, they bust their balls, by having their balls busted by a commanding, domineering woman.

 

There are many different ways for a man to “enjoy” humiliation. Most common is the “small dick” or penis humiliation fetish. Some men undergo chemical castration and like to talk about it. Others may masturbate, or expose themselves, and like to talk about becoming caught. There are so many opportunities for a Humiliatrix to have her fun with her subject and too many subjects that need her in their lives….

 

It never ceases to AMAZE ME how many men (and I use that term LOOSELY) need to exploit themselves.

 

ALL of their pathetic shortcomings to me. Not only that, they LOVE it, and they beg me sometimes even to tape our phone calls and tell all of my friends about it.

 

There’s the one guy who loves to jack off in the middle of the broad daylight. While wearing tight khaki pants, and when he’s ready to release his load, he just lets it drip down the front of his trousers, and walks around with a VERY telltale wet spot. He told me that he had been thrown out of stores, libraries, public grounds, etc. This became so embarrassing for him, but he couldn’t stop doing it. He wants to know if I think he’s gross, can you believe that?

 

Or there’s my one guy that tells me his cock is the same size and length as a stick of gum when it’s hard. He says that he can’t find anyone to even give him a blowjob and that this has made countless women laugh their heads off at him! I sure know he almost made me pee my pants with laughter!

 

But one of my absolute favorites is the sissy boy that I give humiliation assignments to. Barking like a dog, singing songs about what a loser he is, buying women’s lingerie that the store clerks know is for him, it’s all part and parcel of his need for me in his sad and sorry life. Which leads me to wonder, what role are YOU needing for me? What shameful secrets are you hiding, that you need exploitation on? What is it that you’re bursting at the seams to get off of your chest so that I can tell my girlfriends, and laugh till we cry? Don’t hold it in ANY LONGER

 


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