The Success Story
Indeed, you go about the day-to-day convincing people that you were never the last pick. You’ve made quite a success of yourself and probably have a few people that look up to you as a success story. You have a comfortable life, maybe even a small amount of power in your career. Overcompensation isn’t the route you took, but certainly, you have a few luxuries that make you feel “better” about who you’ve become. A newer model car, impeccably dressed, a firm handshake that conveys a sense of power. Sometimes, though, you can’t help it. That gnawing feeling in your gut that reminds you it’s all just an illusion, and at any moment someone is going to realize it. The heightened sense of awareness can be draining, never sure of who is going to stand up in that conference room, and announce that you are “a loser.” Sensual humiliation, for many, brings back that sensation.
Humiliation at Work
When you’re walking to your car and a group of people are on the other side of the garage, you can see them talking. The stray thought goes through your head, and you wonder if they are talking about you. Do they know it’s all a lie? One of them gives off a very Alpha Male vibe. He’d be the team captain if you were still in school. Would he pick you, or would you be left standing alone as everyone else congratulated each other on not being chosen last? His glance your way confirms it. The slight raise of the corner of his lip is a sneer you’re not ready to see. But at the same time, you need to see it more than you need your next breath of oxygen. Because even though your hands are shaking and your head is racing, you can’t deny that your cock is harder than it’s been in months. It’s practically throbbing in your pants, and you aren’t sure if you’re going to make it home before you need to get off.
The Loser Stroke
But you can’t, can you? Sure, you can get in your car and drive away, so they don’t see you, but when you get home and race downstairs to your “man cave,” you just can’t get the job done. Thoughts of that sneer make your blood race, and the sweat is pouring down your face even though the central air conditioning is set down low, and there’s a fan blowing directly at you. But no matter how many times you think of it, or you recall that feeling in the pit of your stomach, it’s not enough. You’re surrounded by reminders of your success, and it’s hard to feel small by yourself. You need someone who can remind you of how insignificant you really are. Someone to point out that your successes aren’t significant because it doesn’t change that you’re always going to be a loser.
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Absolutely Ms Ryan, loser syndrome often has its roots in those first impressionable stages! No denying it, it is WHO and WHAT you are, might as well give in and enjoy that stiffy! LOL
With our voice in their ears, of course! Ha!
See you around the Empire! XO
So many of them try to deny it, but ultimately, they always find their way back home. And I do love to help them remember exactly what I think of them.
I don’t know exactly what to say?Maybe be i was a loser? I ended up wearing panties. But i am very very ?
My ears are beet red after reading this post, Ms. Ryan.
I feel like you just looked me directly in the eyes and slapped me in the balls.
In front of everyone.
At your pool party.
In my black, slightly translucent Jockey seamless panties.
The best that I can muster is a nervous, pleading smile which elicits a cruel & knowing smirk from you.
Ms. Erika is laughing hysterically and, like Pavlov’s dog, I’m getting a small-on.