Not all SPH fetish callers are alike
—In fact, those just beginning to venture into this particular type of sph kink might be surprised at just how many kinds of verbal flaying can be inflicted on little Vienna sausaged-dicked pricks. SPH has many different facets and nuances that a skilled Humiliatrix can explore, and this series will explore some of my favorites.
The Proud Pindick
Ironically, not all teenie weenies are ashamed of the damn near invisible inchworm squirming between their thighs. Some wear their button-dicked status as a badge of honor. They can’t wait to hop in front of a cam for their Humiliatrix Mistress, and will giggle in delight as We maximize & full-screen their cam show in a futile attempt to find the misbegotten pimple that passes for their prick. When we call for better light, a magnifying glass, a ruler, the number for the Guiness Book of World Records or Ripley’s Believe it or not, they glow with sheepish pride. They know they’ll never measure up, so they’ve thrown themselves whole-heartedly into pursing the opposite extreme: they want to be the SMALLEST excuse for a short shaft we’ve ever seen.
The Humiliation Addict
These darling little dimple dicks are emotional masochists. The more brutal the sph humiliation, the crueler the cock-mocking, the more they love it—and as a good natured sadist, I’m more than happy to oblige. These individuals may or may not actually have a small penis; but they fixate on sph as a gateway to tear away at the foundation of their psyche. They want to have their manhood verbally flayed and ripped apart as savagely as possible by a merciless Humiliatrix; and personally I love to hear a grown man cry. There’s something about taking a button-dicked bitch and reducing him to a bawling, mortified, whimpering wreck that I find endlessly entertaining.
Ooooh, humiliation addicts. My favorite! Everytime I get an opportunity to unleash my SPH disgust on one of these dickless losers, I can’t tell you how much I enjoy it. It’s quite the outlet and I don’t get to indulge nearly enough. I have been on Two Mistress Calls with you where I have had the pleasure in hearing first-hand just how much you love it, too. Passing that sad, sniveling man (??) back and forth like an emotional punching bag just makes me smile.
LOL! I know, Ms. Amber 🙂 It’s always a blast to do some hard core humiliation with you—those poor little guys get the verbal flaying they’ve been dreaming of and then some!
Miss Lilly,
I appreciate you exploring this topic an it’s nuances. I think there are many aspects to it and it can be very “deep”. One thing that has long fascinated me is how do women know. Since college I have overheard women indicate they “can tell” – big or small, sight unseen. The whole “issue” is so powerful in terms of how a man feels and how a woman sees him. I guess this is not always true but I feel the issue of size blends into general submissiveness.
I’m glad you enjoyed the post Mike, and yes—it’s true, some women (including me) can tell. It’s not exactly a mystery: one grind on the dance floor, one thorough once-over from head to toe as we examine the fit of your pants, slacks, or shorts…and we can tell what is, and ISN’T there! 😉 I agree that size does seem to play a role in general submissiveness.