i love how flustered you get when i humiliate you. the way you hide your face when i make you taste yourself off my fingers. pulling my hand away from between your legs, fingers glistening with your wetness. âopen your mouth, baby.â watching you hesitate, face already turning red. âcome on, sweetheart. open.â you finally parting your lips, embarrassed. sliding my wet fingers past your lips slowly. âthatâs what you taste like when youâre desperate. when youâre turned on from being embarrassed.â watching your face flush darker, eyes darting away from mine. âlook at me while you suck them clean.â you forcing yourself to meet my gaze, embassies but obedient. âgood girl. keep sucking.â watching your tongue work around my fingers, your face burning. pulling my fingers out slowly. ânow tell me what you taste like.â watching you struggle, mouth opening and closing, too nervous to actually say it. âcanât even say it, can you?â your head shaking slightly. âthatâs okay, sweetheart. your face says everything.â sliding my fingers back between your legs, gathering more wetness. âyou got even wetter from that, didnât you baby? from having to taste yourself, from being too embarrassed to talk about it.â checking and youâre so fucking wet. âlook at this.â showing you my fingers again, even wetter than before. âyouâre dripping now. thatâs how much you got off on being humiliated like that.â your cheeks red, eyes glazed âopen again, baby.â pushing my fingers back into your mouth. âtaste how much wetter you got. taste how much being embarrassed turns you on.â watching you suck my fingers again, the embarrassment in your eyes turning into arousal. âsuch a good girl. taking your humiliation so well.â pulling my fingers out and wiping them on your lips. ânow, are you going to tell me what you taste like, or do we need to do this again?â watching you squirm, trying to find words, voice almost inaudible. âi taste⊠wet.â âwet from what, baby?â âfrom⊠from being embarrassed.â âgood girl. and how does that make you feel?â your voice even smaller. âhumiliated.â âand does that turn you on, sweetheart?â you nodding, unable to say it out loud. âsay it. tell me being humiliated turns you on.â watching you force the words out. âbeing humiliated turns me on.â âgood girl. see? that wasnât so hard.â