Humiliation JOI

Transcript

Hi, loser. You know exactly why you're here, don't you? Maybe you're too dumb to understand what's happened to you, how you got to this state.

Allow me to explain, as you wrap your hand around your pathetic dick and rub one out for me. Yeah, I know what you're like. A dirty, insatiable pervert.

A little fist-fucking slut who can't help but ache for every opportunity to touch that man-meat. Maybe this is why women find you so repulsive, because you can barely hold a conversation with them. Because you sexualize them, you objectify them, and yet you have no place in doing so.

You're a loser. You're pathetic for one reason or another. Maybe just, sadly, because you're shy.

Maybe because you have all these perverted thoughts. Maybe because your dick is tiny, or you're socially inept. Maybe because you're annoying, or short, or have self-induced erectile dysfunction.

The fact of the matter is, you have to pay for attention now. You've done it just now to receive these dripping words in your ear, and you'll do it again when you need another little dose, a little fix, a hit of humiliation. But what is it about being called a fucking loser? What is it about hearing the vitriol in my voice that just does it for you? That does it for you more than me saying, Oh yeah, baby.

Oh, stroke your cock. Yeah, I wanna feel you growing harder. Well, firstly, it's because that's so fucking alien to you, isn't it? These aren't words you're hearing a woman say every night, or even every week, month, or fucking year.

You might have never heard these words, virgin loser. So you can't really relate. It's impossible to get off on something that's never been tied to sexuality for you.

Where is rejection? Looks of disapproval, disgust, disdain, or just outright ignoring you. Oh, you're used to that from women, aren't you? You're used to that stinging, searing pain of rejection, and the only way that your mind can handle it now is to sexualize it.

Good job, loser. Well done in protecting yourself against the psychological hurt. You've really done a number on your brain.

You've allowed yourself, really actively trained yourself, to love this now. To feel a twitch in that cock when I say, You're fucking gross. To feel a throb in that dick when I look at you and say, I wouldn't fucking touch you with a ten-foot pole.

I'm only talking to you right now because you're paying me. Any other moment, I wouldn't give you the time of day. You know that's true.

That resonates. That feels right. That's realistic.

That's what you've come to know. And yes, love, crave. And I touched on something a minute ago that's really important here.

Being ignored by women might be very commonplace for you. So this kind of negative attention, and I do have a clip called that too, which explains this concept further, is so much better than just social ostracization because at least I'm paying attention to you, right? At least I'm giving you the time of day.

Now, yeah, I might be spitting insults at you. Yeah, I might be looking at you like you're the most disgusting man I've ever seen. Yeah, it might hurt a little bit to have me lock eyes with you, to feel the poison drip in your ear telling you, I'll never fuck you.

But it's better than being ignored. It's better than me not even noticing that you exist. When you pay, you have a purpose.

So just keep paying and just keep pumping. Just sink deeper into this because there's really no way out. It would take a revolution of your mind in order to escape your humiliation kink.

I think secretly you know that this is how it's going to be. You're seeking out harder, harsher, deeper, more vicious humiliation, aren't you? In different areas.

You want to be cuckolded, perhaps. You want to be a dirty foot freak. You want to be humiliated for eating your cum, for liking pain along with your pleasure.

You want to be sissified. You want to be coerced into sucking dick. You want me to have so much dirt on you that there's no escape.

You're really just digging your own humiliation pit here. You realize that, right? And still pumping to it, loser.

Yeah, pump that cock. Pump it, loser. Fuck your fist and realize how it will never feel like a pussy.

This is one thing I laugh about with my girlfriends. You like thinking about us all paying your attention like that, right? Me maybe even showing them your tiny dick or you dressed up like a sissy with a dildo in your mouth practicing your dick sucking for me.

We really don't give you the time of day, but what I do laugh about is how far removed from real sex all of your sexual stimulation is. Even when you're fucking a pocket pussy, it's still fucking silicone. It's still not warm like a woman's body.

You'll never experience the erotic thrill of that human touch, or warm breasts up against you of saliva being swapped into your mouth. No, the best you can hope for at this point is to be able to taste another man's pre-cum. Or your own, of course.

Oh, you're so sad. Do you like hearing me acknowledge that? Do you like me paying this attention? I could just lay here and spit insult after insult at you, couldn't I? Let's see how little effort it takes me to keep you hard.

Loser. Yes, stroke it for me. Oh, you hand humper.

Oh, rub those fingers over your dick and realize that it's not a real pussy and it never will be. Enjoy your pussy-free existence. Oh, I hope you have a good imagination, loser.

Because you're going to need one, given that you have a solo sex life. Pump, pump, pump. This is all your sex life is, running that cock through your lonely hand.

Fucking the hole that is created by your thumb and your fingers. Plunging deep into that fist. Oh, how exciting.

Trying not to think too hard about all the hot sex that other men get. Maybe in another audio I'll have to detail some of my sexual experiences. You wouldn't even fucking guess the type of thing I get up to.

Because your sex life is so narrow-minded, just dating my clips. How sad. You've probably conditioned yourself to be turned on by your computer now.

You head on to it and you know that at any given moment you can load up that library you have. You can plunge yourself deep into subspace. You can crawl into this little well in which I understand you.

Maybe the only place that someone really truly knows your true nature. The only place you can be vulnerable. The place where you can really share your deepest perversions.

The fact that you want me to flip you off, look you up and down, spit in your face and reject you. Call you pathetic, call you sad, call you a loser and tell you that your only purpose is to pay. Pay, pay, pay, pump and pay, loser.

Do you want to come to this? Do you want to come thinking about how much of a loser you are? Okay.

But I want it really in your head. I want you really thinking about how much you love taking these insults from me. About how you'd love to be tied up.

Just bound and forced to listen to whatever came out of my mouth. No escape from my true feelings about you. What I really think about you.

Are you ready for it? The really sad part, honey, as you pump yourself to the finish line, is that I don't think about you at all. You're a tool for me to use, an object, a wallet.

Something that can provide me with financial gain. And I am so much more important to you, aren't I? I'm your entire sexual release.

I don't really think about you at all. When I put on these hot, shiny outfits or fishnet stockings or tight pantyhose, I'm not thinking about pleasing your dick. I'm thinking about coercing your wallet.

I'm thinking about how to press your little trigger buttons when I curate my clips to contain words like fistfucker, loser, jerk junkie, pumper. That's the extent to which I think about you. So you can remain in deep love and lust with me and I'll remain in not even very deep love and lust with your wallet.

Mild feigned interest in it, shall we say. This is all you get. Table scraps, loser.

Sink into your humiliation. King can come for me in five. Yeah, you can do it quick too, can't you? Four.

Yeah. Three. Stroke it, loser.

Pump it, loser. Two. Maybe I'll tell my girlfriends about just how easy you were after I'm done recording this.

One. Come for me, loser. Yeah, make it come, fucking loser.

Explode everywhere. Do it. Pour it out.

Let it gush. Oh, release of that pressure valve. Cathartic humiliation.

You need this. The rejection feels so right, even if it stings a little bit. Aw, good loser.