Archive For The “verbal abuse” Category
You thought you were a man? That’s funny. You can only get hard to chicks humiliating you. You’re not even a boy. You’re some kind of worm or fungus maybe. That’s why I left you. You could never get hard. You’re pathetic and it’s time you admit it, you’re addicted to findom and I’m going to prove it to you. I’m going to use my hypnotic powers to force you to see your fate- A pathetic masturbating weakling addicted to abuse, under the heel of cruel women for the rest of your life with no escape. Always being left by normal women because you’re not good enough for us! So suck it!
Ugh… you again? Ewww.
What makes you think I want to spend time with losers like you? Have you seen me?
Always about you… disgusting.
You disgust me.
The only way you could ever get a woman like me is if you paid.
I’m gorgeous – look at me.
Get a real good look at what you’ll never fucking have.
Think about what you would do to get a chance to even get close to me.
What would you do? What would you pay?
Hand over everything to me, you disgusting vile little puke.
You and I both know that it’s not even worth staying in your bank account anyway.
You’re going to spend it on stupid shit.
Your dick rules you.
I can take whatever I want, anyway.
That control belongs to me.
It was never yours in the first place.
I’m laughing at you because you’re pathetic.
Jerking off to a woman humiliating you for not handing over my money (never was yours).
I bet your wallet’s thicker than your dick.
Does everyone at work laugh at you behind your back? I bet they do.
I can’t believe that men like you exist. Such a waste of air.
Every day, you’re going to go to work for your goddess to earn money for me.
If you don’t earn enough to buy me gifts, I expect you to suck dicks to earn extra money.
Visit my wish lists and buy things daily.
If you displease me, I will demand more.
Now go – give your goddess what was always mine.
“You may have a future as a shoe salesman after all, that’s far more comfortable!” Mistress Ruby says with a smirk, looking down at the victim beneath her. What a pity, he is writhing in pain under her lethal stilettos. She shrugs, he knew what he was in for when he became her slave. She presses the iconic red sole against his mouth and purrs “Very good,” the words roll off her crimson lips like water downhill “I like the weight of my heel on your face.”
Gracefully and with purpose she lifts her other heel off his chest and momentarily balances on one foot then puts both heels over his mouth. “Your weight is divine.” groans the slave, both in ecstasy and sheer agony. “I know.” coos his Mistress in reply. She knows just how to stroke his buttons, to give him just enough to want more but not too much that he can’t handle it. It’s a perfect balancing act, just like the act they are currently in with her heels digging into his flesh.
Hey slut in training, I’ve decided to up the ante. Do you think you can handle it? This next little trick involves an outing. Not of your information, this isn’t blackmail. Get all tarted up for me- Nice and slutty with a cute pair of heels. Find a shady sex toy toy and go there on a Saturday night. While dressed, of course. To prove it you’ll have to send me pictures or have the girl working the counter send me some pictures of you there.
Then you’ll have to buy 3 things and send me pictures of yourself using them. If you’re a good little slut, you’ll do just that. You want to be good for your Mistress, don’t you? This is all part of your training to be the perfect little sissy slut for me. Are you up for it, or are you a little wuss?
Ew, gross. Is that tiny pathetic little baby carrot what you call your dick? I thought so. Ugh. I bet you’re going to try to woo me or something too aren’t you. Puh-lease. I’ve heard it all before so save your breath, you’ll need your stamina to jerk that little pee pee of yours anyways. We both know, you want me but you aren’t good enough. So you’re going to have to impress me or amuse me. Oh, I know. My pretty shoes are awfully dirty. Why don’t you put that mouth to work and clean them? I don’t want to hear a peep out of you until the bottoms sparkle! Don’t you dare gag!
Ooooh! Hi fresh meat! Did I just catch you trying to sneak a peek up my skirt? That’s funny. Rude little boys like you are always trying to look without asking, maybe if you asked first I’d give you a nice long look. Instead how about you sit right there and stare at me while I tease you? Maybe I’ll give you a little flash but you’ll just have to wait and find out.
You failed got a shitty review from me and I dismissed you, told you to pack up and get the hell out yet from some reason you got to stay. Why do you think that might be? Your work hasn’t improved, you’re still a failure and you still don’t impress me. Something else is going on here and now the Boss Bitch has invited you into her private office after hours. It seems to good to be true and you know you’re in trouble for staring at her, she’s called you out before. Oh god, that outfit she’s wearing isn’t work appropriate, something is up for sure and that wicked smile says she is plotting. There have been rumors that she likes to play humiliation “games”.
Hopefully the rumors aren’t true…
It’s that time of year again! You’re about to be evaluated on your performance at work- Hopefully you’ve been delivering your work as you’ve promised and you better have made the changes you promised me last time. Come into my office, it’s time for your review. The bad news is that you’re a disappointment, the good news that your Hot as Hell Bitchy Boss is going to enjoy herself ripping you a new for it. That’s right, I like making you suffer and giving you your bad reviews and we both know it. You get to stare down my shirt while I do it though. You bet I’m going to make fun of you for that too, you pathetic little peon. How’s it feel to be bottom man on the totem pole? Hahaha!