He was now telling me that he wanted to be degraded.  He loved humiliation.  The closer to making him cry my words could push him, the more exciting it would be for him. He explained that he liked to feel the emotional turmoil that mean and hateful words brought.

I pondered this for a moment.  I wondered just how far he could be taken.   I did not have to wonder for long.

He explained that he wanted everything about himself to be insulted.  He wanted to be made to feel like less than nothing.  He begged that I treat him with extreme contempt and disdain.

The call had not even begun yet and already I was almost speechless.  I said almost. It is not every day that one person can bring everything to the table and lay it before me.  I had a sissy, who liked to be humiliated, and feminized ready for me to play with any way I wanted to. Today was my day and I was going to take advantage of all of it!

He continued on.  Even the most seemingly minute details were very important to him.  He had meticulously planned out every scene down to the last detail.  I am always impressed by limitless creativity.  There it was before me in the form of this slave.  His mind and his bounds seemed to endlessly move outward, stopping any barriers that tried to precent forward progress.

“Will you do all that for me,” he asked.

“You have no idea!” I replied as I licked my lips in anticipation of what I knew was going to be more fun than I had imagined.