Humiliation has always been a potent aphrodisiac for my Canadian submissive. His deepest craving lies in being degraded, stripped of dignity, and reduced to nothing more than a plaything for my amusement. Over the years, I’ve perfected countless scenarios tailored to his humiliation fetish — from verbal degradation to public shaming and foot worship. But in our most recent session, I devised something new: a middle finger humiliation scene designed to strip away his pride and drive him into submissive euphoria.
The Power of the Middle Finger: Pure Disrespect as Foreplay
The scene began with deliberate disdain. The moment he knelt before me in his hotel room in Shanghai, I locked eyes with him and slowly raised both middle fingers, holding them high with an icy smirk.
“Worthless,” I spat, the venom in my voice making him squirm. I circled him with the predatory grace of a lioness, occasionally flicking him with my middle finger — light taps that signaled just how little regard I held for his existence.
Each time he looked up at me with those desperate, obedient eyes, I responded with nothing but the crude, dismissive gesture of my raised middle finger. The simplicity of the insult, paired with my icy glare, made his cock twitch in its cage — proof that my contempt fueled his arousal.
High Heels and Ball Trampling: Humiliation Through Pain
To escalate his degradation, I commanded him to strip and lie on the floor. I straddled his chest, looking down at him with contemptuous amusement. Without a word, I stood up and pressed the sharp, slender heel of my black patent leather stilettos against his balls. The initial press was light — a teasing threat — but I quickly increased the pressure, grinding down mercilessly.
He gasped, his face contorting with a mixture of pain and pleasure, but I showed no sympathy. Instead, I raised both middle fingers right in front of his face, mocking him.
“Is this what you wanted, you pathetic slut?” I sneered. “Getting your balls crushed by my heels while I flip you off like the piece of trash you are?”
The sight of my defiant fingers towering over him — paired with the sharp, unforgiving pain radiating from his swollen testicles — made him writhe. The combination of physical and emotional torment was intoxicating for him.
The Middle Finger Job: Utter Degradation
Once his balls were suitably trampled and tender, I sat beside him and ran my hand along his trembling shaft. With deliberate slowness, I curled my fingers around it — but instead of giving him the release he craved, I extended my middle finger against his cock, mockingly stroking it with the offensive gesture.
“Even your cock isn’t worth my whole hand,” I taunted, dragging only my middle finger up and down his length, barely applying any pressure. The gesture was pure mockery — lazy, condescending, and dismissive.
I alternated between gentle teasing and sudden, forceful flicks of my middle finger against his sensitive tip. Each flick made him gasp and twitch, torn between humiliation and pleasure. His cock throbbed under my disdainful touch, betrayed by its arousal despite the blatant disrespect.
Degrading the Climax
When he finally reached the brink, I paused. I locked eyes with him, leaned down, and spat directly onto his shaft. With a cruel smile, I resumed the middle finger job — slow, condescending, and emotionless.
“Pathetic,” I hissed. “You’re going to cum from a single fucking finger.”
When he finally erupted, his entire body shuddered. But there was no tenderness — no comfort. Instead, I wiped the sticky mess off my middle finger onto his face, spreading it across his cheek with deliberate disdain.
As he lay there panting, dazed by the combination of pleasure and humiliation, I gave him one final parting gift. I stood over him, towering in my high heels, and slowly, defiantly, raised both middle fingers again. A cruel smile played on my lips.
“Don’t forget your place,” I sneered before walking away, leaving him humiliated, satisfied, and craving more.
When Humiliation Becomes Ecstasy
Humiliation is an art form — one that I’ve mastered through years of experience dominating men like my Canadian submissive. The middle finger scenario was a perfect blend of psychological and physical degradation, tapping into his deepest fetish. With nothing but a simple hand gesture and calculated cruelty, I stripped him of his dignity and left him begging for more.
For those seeking a taste of true humiliation, come to me. I will strip you of your pride, your power, and your self-respect — one middle finger at a time.