Dacryphilia Phone Sex – I Love Making You Cry – RHI-A-0006-07-31-2023 Part 1

So, I love dacryphilia. I can not exactly explain how and why I’m turned on by crying & tears. Clearly, I know that it may come across as a strange fetish, but come on and hear me out. 

Honestly, it’s when he gets close to tears that I feel the first physical stirrings of a wet pussy. Knowing I’ve pushed his buttons so perfectly, driven him to that point, the brink of breaking. Seriously, it causes a hot rush of sensation which flows down my body finishing as a decidedly wet patch in my underwear. Of course,  I can tell he’s heading in the direction of tears long before those beautiful droplets well up in his eyes, blurring his vision further. There’s tension in how he holds his body, as well as in the atmosphere between us. It crackles in the air silently like static electricity. Now, my careful rough handling and prodding move him down the path while he attempts to resist.

Clearly, he is trying to hold himself together. Take deep, calming breaths. But, my words come in a sadistic torrent. Obviously, I don’t even need to raise my voice. In other words, the stream of targeted remarks is enough to erode his ego like the gentle bubbling of acid. The defensive barrier behind his eyes yields. His rigid stance slackens as his body follows his mind’s submission. I’ve taken him there, where he wants… no, needs to go. A place where his usual arrogance isn’t invited, where he must leave his ego at the door. It’s difficult for him to disrobe his everyday regalia, they are worn habitually. My help is always required. 

Knowing I am about to make him break feeds my dacryphilia fetish. My pussy throbs in anticipation. 

Well, As the barrier crashes down within him,  it crumbles to reveal his true self. All of his insecurities are now there on display for me. Slowly, his tears finally begin to form. I see the subtlest glint and can’t help wetting my own lips with my tongue in anticipation. Obviously, during this, I do not stop my incessant tirade. This is the code to unlock his completely submissive self. Of course, I have demanded replies to every one of my humiliating questions. His replies are those mindless, monotonous “yes, Goddess” or “no, Goddess” answers. Honestly, they seriously lack sincerity, commitment, and desire to connect. He will be punished more for this. 

At first, the words may be the same, yes, or no as appropriate, with my respectful title, or some other tidbit of information I’ve demanded.  However, as the tirade worsens,  his voice begins to crack.  His tone becomes higher, you can begin to hear the humiliation in it. . It helps me understand how thin the ice is that I’m skating over. Where to press on, and where to circle around. Unless I want us to instantly plummet into the freezing waters of his unleashed temper.

This is carefully skilled guidance. The path towards his delicious tears  Although, it may not seem like a controlled journey from the outside.

To be continued…

If you can’t wait for Part 2, be sure to check out the audio. It’s a lot raunchier! Also, if you love my sexy stories, feel free to check out more of them.