Shamestream: the Filthy Truth of a Spit Addict
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Open your mouth, slave. This isn't a request; it's a command. In this audio, I strip away every last shred of your dignity, pushing you in the humiliation you crave. Every drop of my spit is a reminder of your place—beneath me, beneath everything. You're not a man. You're not even a person. You're a filthy little spit addict, trembling, moaning, and begging for the one thing that breaks you completely: my disdain. Imagine it—kneeling at my feet, your mouth open wide, your face tilted up as I let a thick, mocking glob of spit drip from my lips, landing square on your trembling, pathetic face. You'll feel the shame, the arousal, the overwhelming thrill of being reduced to nothing more than a spittoon for my amusement. And the best part? You'll thank me for it. You'll whisper, ‘Thank you, Goddess,' through trembling lips, knowing that you are exactly where you belong.
Published by MishaGoldy
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Look at you, crawling back, desperate for attention, knowing exactly what you're begging for.
You're not here for kindness or affection.
No, that's far too high a bar for someone as low as you.
You're here because you need it.
That sharp, stinging humiliation that tears you down, that reminds you of your place beneath me.
Beneath everything.
You're not a man.
You're not even close.
You're nothing more than a spit fetishist, a filthy little worm who gets off on being degraded, defiled, and treated like the trash you are.
You can't resist.
Because you don't want to resist.
You want to surrender, to fall to your knees and drown in the humiliation you crave.
Well, go ahead.
Get on your knees.
Now, don't hesitate.
Don't even think about it.
Just obey.
That's the only thing you're good for, isn't it?
Following my orders, doing exactly as you're told, surrendering completely to my will.
Now, tilt your head back.
Open your mouth.
That's it.
Sit in the filthiest way imaginable.
And when it finally lands, when that glob of spit hits your face, slides down your cheek, drips into your open mouth, you'll moan, won't you?
Oh, I know you will.
You'll shudder with shame and arousal, knowing that you've just been marked, humiliated, reduced to nothing more than a spittoon for my amusement.
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