Verbal Degradation of an Xhamster Super-Mom
Written December 27, 2024
Back in 2014 (through another account on Xhamster) I met a married mom who lived in Fresno, California. She had a strong need to get verbally degraded. For this blog I will call her Wacky Wendy.
Why did Wacky Wendy have this degradation need? Well, according to her it was required so she could break down the persona that she was burdened to uphold. That persona of a Perfect Wife who did all the household chores and gave her husband good sex whenever he wanted it. And that persona of a Super Mom who took only the best care of her three k_ids, who practically worshipped her.
Wacky Wendy called me at 9a.m. one day after her husband had gone to work and her k_ids were in school. She told me she was naked in her bed. She ordered me, "Say the most disgusting and true things about me. Put me in my place."
Fair enough. So I remember telling her.....
"You're nothing more than a fuckin' whore who married your husband because the only worth that you have to offer is your cunt for sex and for breeding and he was desperate enough to ruin his life to give you a ring."
"You'd rather drink a man's piss and lick his asshole than enjoy a fine bottle of wine and a meal at a fancy restaurant."
"You'd leave your 'perfect' life in a second for a man who would treat your holes and big tits like a piece of meat - a man who would slap your face, choke you with his cock and keep you in a cage."
And so on.....
Wacky Wendy said, "Yes, yes, that's all true!" Then I heard her moan as she jilled off and then scream as she orgasmed.
Then to my surprise Wacky Wendy yelled, "YOU AWFUL FUCKING BASTURD, YOU PITIFUL SON OF A BITCH AND SORRY EXCUSE FOR A MAN. DON'T YOU EVER TALK TO ME LIKE THAT AGAIN!"
And with that Wacky Wendy hung up the phone.
I figured I had gone too far and that was the end of our relationship.
But Wacky Wendy called me the next day at 9a.m. And every week day at 9a.m. for the next six months. Like clockwork. And although the words would vary it was all the same - I'd insult and degrade her. Then Wacky Wendy would orgasm and insult me. Then she'd, in a rage, hang up.
But then one day - after six months of verbal abuse - Wacky Wendy called me and said, "Jesus just told me that I can't talk with you anymore. Bye." Then Wacky Wendy hung up and I never heard from her again.
Today marks the 10th anniversary of that final call. Wacky Wendy deleted her Xhamster account long ago. I enjoyed our time together and our intimate conversations and I even got hard when she insulted me. I pray that Wacky Wendy is doing well and that our phone calls were of theraputic value to her.
Back in 2014 (through another account on Xhamster) I met a married mom who lived in Fresno, California. She had a strong need to get verbally degraded. For this blog I will call her Wacky Wendy.
Why did Wacky Wendy have this degradation need? Well, according to her it was required so she could break down the persona that she was burdened to uphold. That persona of a Perfect Wife who did all the household chores and gave her husband good sex whenever he wanted it. And that persona of a Super Mom who took only the best care of her three k_ids, who practically worshipped her.
Wacky Wendy called me at 9a.m. one day after her husband had gone to work and her k_ids were in school. She told me she was naked in her bed. She ordered me, "Say the most disgusting and true things about me. Put me in my place."
Fair enough. So I remember telling her.....
"You're nothing more than a fuckin' whore who married your husband because the only worth that you have to offer is your cunt for sex and for breeding and he was desperate enough to ruin his life to give you a ring."
"You'd rather drink a man's piss and lick his asshole than enjoy a fine bottle of wine and a meal at a fancy restaurant."
"You'd leave your 'perfect' life in a second for a man who would treat your holes and big tits like a piece of meat - a man who would slap your face, choke you with his cock and keep you in a cage."
And so on.....
Wacky Wendy said, "Yes, yes, that's all true!" Then I heard her moan as she jilled off and then scream as she orgasmed.
Then to my surprise Wacky Wendy yelled, "YOU AWFUL FUCKING BASTURD, YOU PITIFUL SON OF A BITCH AND SORRY EXCUSE FOR A MAN. DON'T YOU EVER TALK TO ME LIKE THAT AGAIN!"
And with that Wacky Wendy hung up the phone.
I figured I had gone too far and that was the end of our relationship.
But Wacky Wendy called me the next day at 9a.m. And every week day at 9a.m. for the next six months. Like clockwork. And although the words would vary it was all the same - I'd insult and degrade her. Then Wacky Wendy would orgasm and insult me. Then she'd, in a rage, hang up.
But then one day - after six months of verbal abuse - Wacky Wendy called me and said, "Jesus just told me that I can't talk with you anymore. Bye." Then Wacky Wendy hung up and I never heard from her again.
Today marks the 10th anniversary of that final call. Wacky Wendy deleted her Xhamster account long ago. I enjoyed our time together and our intimate conversations and I even got hard when she insulted me. I pray that Wacky Wendy is doing well and that our phone calls were of theraputic value to her.
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