Announcement The Cruelest Stroke In Shanghai: Humiliating an Foreign Pilot with a Middle Finger Job and Ball Torture

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Humiliation is a powerful aphrodisiac, especially for my Canadian pilot submissive, whose deepest desires revolve around being degraded and stripped bare of dignity. As a seasoned dominatrix, I’ve crafted countless scenarios to satisfy his humiliation fetish—ranging from verbal degradation to public shaming and foot worship. But my latest creation, a middle finger humiliation scene, takes his submissive cravings to new heights, blending psychological disrespect with physical torment for an unforgettable experience.​

The Middle Finger: A Symbol of Disdainful Foreplay
The session began in a Shanghai hotel room, where my submissive knelt before me, eager and vulnerable. Locking eyes with him, I raised both middle fingers deliberately, an icy smirk curling my lips.
“Worthless,” I hissed, my voice dripping with venom as he squirmed beneath my gaze. Circling him like a predator, I punctuated my dominance with light flicks of my middle finger—each tap a reminder of his insignificance.
His desperate, obedient eyes met mine, only to be met with the crude, dismissive gesture of my raised middle finger. This simple yet potent insult, paired with my cold demeanor, visibly fueled his arousal, his caged cock twitching in response to my contempt.

High Heels and Ball Trampling: Painful Degradation
To deepen his humiliation, I ordered him to strip and lie flat on the floor. Straddling his chest, I gazed down with mocking amusement before stepping up the intensity. Pressing the sharp heel of my black patent leather stilettos against his balls, I started with a teasing touch—then crushed down harder, grinding mercilessly.
His gasps betrayed a mix of agony and ecstasy, but I offered no mercy. Instead, I thrust both middle fingers in his face, taunting him.
“Is this what you wanted, you pathetic slut?” I sneered. “Your balls crushed under my heels while I flip you off like the trash you are?”
The towering defiance of my fingers, combined with the sharp pain radiating from his swollen testicles, sent him writhing. This fusion of physical punishment and emotional degradation was pure bliss for his submissive soul.

The Middle Finger Job: Degradation Redefined
After tenderizing his balls, I shifted tactics. Sitting beside him, I ran my hand along his trembling shaft—only to curl my fingers and stroke him solely with my extended middle finger.
“Even your cock doesn’t deserve my whole hand,” I mocked, dragging my middle finger lazily along his length with minimal pressure. The gesture was a masterclass in condescension—dismissive and utterly degrading.
I alternated between teasing caresses and sharp flicks against his sensitive tip, each snap making him twitch in a humiliating dance of pleasure and shame. His throbbing arousal, spurred by my disdainful touch, proved how deeply he craved this disrespect.
A Climax of Contempt
As he neared the edge, I paused for effect. Leaning in, I spat onto his shaft, then resumed the middle finger job—slow, cold, and calculated.
“Pathetic,” I whispered. “You’re going to cum from a single fucking finger.”
When he finally climaxed, his body convulsed in release. But there was no warmth or reward—only disdain. I wiped the mess from my middle finger across his face, smearing it on his cheek as he lay panting, dazed by the intoxicating mix of pleasure and degradation.
Standing over him in my towering heels, I delivered a final blow: both middle fingers raised high, a cruel smile on my lips.
“Don’t forget your place,” I sneered, walking away and leaving him humiliated yet fulfilled.

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