A recent blog from one of the sexiest women around here got me thinking this morning, and I just had to write about it. See, she had written about erotic humilation and then she detailed all her favorite ways to do it. Excellent approaches, all. But she didn’t touch too much on my favorite way, and I felt led to share. The truth is, some of you know you’re pathetic and I can say it until I’m blue in the face. But a little Humiliation Show and Tell might be more fun for me and my friends, and far more embarrasing for you.
So it’s a win-win!

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Humiliation Show And Tell Is The Perfect Party Game

Picture this. My five closest girls are over, and you can hear their voices as you sit down the hall in my room. I have you poised and ready for your big appearance, but it’s not your cue, not yet. Instead, your cheeks burn in anticipation as Carrie, Anna, Tarah, Evonne and Jen are trying to guess why I’m smiling like a giddy schoolgirl. You hear me tell them I have a surprise for tonight, and someone guesses that I hired a stripper? They all laugh, but I assure them that it’s better. And then my voice gets too low to hear, and you know that I’m talking about you.

You’re trembling in your panties as you make your way slowly down the hall. You’ve been summoned by me, and now it’s time. The moment you see my girls, your heart falls to your feet. Such beauty right in front of you, and you’ll never get to touch them! We pour more wine and mutliple pairs of eyes are gawking and giggling. The humilation is about to begin.

It’s Showtime, Loser!

‘Show and tell means just that’, I say. ‘Show first!’

Your tiny sprout of manhood throbbing, you tremble as you peel the front of your panties down slowly. They are all you’re wearing, and you shiver. Just the sight of your laughable mini-dick is enough to send my little girl party into uncontrollable peals of laughter. I sit back and enjoy my friends’ reaction. They can’t look away, it’s like a bad accident on the highway. They just keep staring and your heart pounds. But I’m not done yet.

‘What are you? Tell us. Tell us all exactly what you are’, I order.

‘I’m pathetic’, you answer softly. The ladies roar with laughter. You’re exposed, vulnerable and naked, and this was always the plan.

‘Go on!’, I say. ‘You’re far from done! Shall we help you?’

And that’s when it starts. One by one, my ladies offer up the truth, one barb at a time. Each one cuts a little deeper, but you’d never know it because your little poky pindick is glistening with pre-cum at the tip.

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Take It, Bitch!

‘You’re a loser,’ Evonne says from the sofa. ‘A sissy!’, Carrie calls from the kitchen. You close your eyes and take your medicine.
‘Weakling! Needle dick! Probably a little jerk piggie, too! Are you a virgin? No, just severely undersexed!’
Between the laughter and the truth, you begin to whimper just like the sissy bitch you know you are, which only makes the ladies laugh more.

‘Did you hope you had a chance with us?’ My question silences you. ‘That we would have pity on you and make all your dreams come true? I know your instinct is to want us, but you’re completely un-fuckable, I asssure you.’

‘Un-fuckable!’ Tarah’s voice is clear. ‘And we don’t give pity fucks!’

‘Go back to my room and think about how sad you are’, I command you. You turn and bolt down the hall. The laughter is deafening.

Humiliation Show and Tell. Mistress tested, friend approved.