Every time a new client confesses his verbal abuse fetish to me, I hear a symphony. And my “cruel” words are a tender melody, the sadistic music you long to hear. Is it really sadism if you want me to “be mean”? I think if I didn’t really care, I wouldn’t be able to dig so deep into your tortured, lonely psyche. Just how lonely and tortured are you? I can’t wait to find out TOGETHER.

First things first: what exactly is WRONG with you?

What is it, worm? Oh, you’re being cuckolded? Ha. Fucking typical. Even more pathetic than ACTUALLY eating a cuckold creampie is WISHING you were. Ugh. You make me sick. This blasé, oh-SO-common scenario easily lends itself to your verbal abuse fetish “dreams” CUMMING true. My “feedback” about the sob story you tell me springs from genuine disdain for your “predicament.” Because you’re an idiot. A perverted, chronic-masturbating dickless fucking idiot. Even if your wife (if you even have one) isn’t actually cuckolding you, she probably knows that, too. Or she would if she cared enough to pay attention to you. Like me, she has better shit to do. On the other hand, you do not: because you are a LOSER.

Cuckolding is just the tip of the iceberg of the verbal abuse fetish fun we can (and WILL) have.

They don’t call me the “Queen of Mean” here at Phone Sex Kingdom for nothing. Humiliation phone sex is the name of my game, and I always win. And you? Well, you always LOSE. You’re no match for an intellectual domina like myself.

My ideal caller cums prepared: feeling “vulnerable” already, with poppers, alcohol, or some other substance to get himself fucked up, and various CBT implements. The hotter the hot sauce you bring to jerk off with, the better. Too bland to even have any hot sauce in your sad bachelor fridge? Whatever. You probably have IcyHot over there somewhere. Except for today, we’re going to be using it to CAUSE pain, not relieve it!

However, we can have fun even if our verbal abuse fetish call is entirely mental, not involving physical pain.

You’ll call it a “mindfuck.” I’ll call it no limits therapy, or “honest feedback.” Because of their testosterone poisoning, men have difficulty crying. I’ll help you get it up — as in your TEARS, not your stupid dick. You are a chronic fuck-up, so it won’t surprise me when you’re still struggling to perform after enduring a long session of femdom fear play. Don’t worry, idiot. Together we’re going to do WHATEVER it takes to start those pathetic waterworks. You WILL cry during our verbal abuse fetish phone sex call, by any means fucking necessary. Capiche, bitch?

Do you need me to “verbally abuse” you because you’re addicted to porn? Because your girlfriend doesn’t want you to get near her with your tiny, limp dick? Or maybe because you’ve never had a girlfriend? If you’re still a virgin, call me. If you were molested as a child and are ashamed that it turns you on, call me. Even if your wife or girlfriend did understand, your self-worth is WAY too low to confess something like that. Especially if it’s still got you by the balls. Consider our verbal abuse fetish session your personal “jaws of life.”

Ready to make me laugh while I make you cry, you disgusting freak? Hurry up, asshole. I DARE you to take your hand off your flaccid dick for ONE minute and pick up the fucking phone. Think you can handle that? Only one way to find out!

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