Humiliating words

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Bent over, legs only slightly spread, I wait.

Not for long.

Thick, firm fingers slip between my legs; run through my slit.

“Such a filthy girl. You’re wet!”

I keep quiet, not knowing whether I’m allowed to speak. He grunts his approval. I know he likes me wet, and will soon make good use of it.

“Spread your legs,” he orders, slapping my bottom “show us your horny cunt.”

I blush. It excites me, being humiliated with words.

“Time to fuck the slut, you think?”

I haven’t forgotten about him – my husband, watching.

You’re made to be used.

His words.


It’s a careful balance, being humiliated in a sexual environment. When I feel totally at ease with people, like I obviously do with Master T, and also did with The Traveler, I can handle humiliating words much easier. The image comes from a date with The Traveler, and I can’t remember what words were spoken back then, but I can imagine a conversation as the one above, can get me quite wet.


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11 thoughts on “Humiliating words

  1. It’s a tricky thing, I think. And something that has to be 100% okay with all parties as to how it’s used (or else it could go quite badly).

    I’m glad to know it worked as intended, here.

    1. This indeed is coming from a real experience, mixed in with a wee bit of fiction 😉

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