At least that’s what that caller was thinking. He was remembering how his girlfriend had cuckolded him, him with his pathetic little cocklet. How small was it? He was ashamed to tell even me, someone he had never met in person and most likely never would.

But it must have been pretty darned small. He knew he could never satisfy a woman, which is why he came to accept that he was meant to be humiliated sexually. That is the last step before becoming addicted to the humiliation, unable to stop from seeking it, and unable to keep from playing with his teenie weenie peenie. He had become a compulsive wanker.

He was one of those guys who needs the humiliation, but he’s not looking for a woman to scream at him what a pathetic fucking useless piece of shit he is. He needs that caring touch that I can provide, so he can know that the person who is about to twist the knife in his back loves him enough to do it slowly and meticulously, for maximal agony.

For some reason I am able to draw those cucks into my confidence, and they start playing roles they never would have dreamed they would. Or they reveal their deepest darkest secrets to me, as their Mistress, their wife, their girlfriend, their cuckoldress. They share secrets they have never shared with anyone else, that they thought would never pass through their lips.

She told him to suck her lover’s cock clean, and he did it.

He still has trouble thinking about that.

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