I find a lot of phone sluts will often preface our discussion with “I don’t like being called names.”

Fair enough. I don’t think being called names cold and out of nowhere is necessarily that exciting.
I know for some people it is - just like balloons or catwoman or cigars or any number of things I kind of get but don’t necessarily fetishize myself.

Humiliation is an interesting beast, though. The same people who preface things with “I’m not into humiliation, I don’t like being called names or anything like that” are highly aroused at the thought of, oh…

Me telling their wife’s best friend exactly what a freak they are.

Or tugging on their dick for an audience of laughing women.

Or being called “slut” so long as they actually ARE imagining themselves in some extremely slutlike tableau.

There’s something really fun, artful, and wicked about this kind of exposure, versus just calling someone worthless. If it does actually progress naturally to a dialogue about worthlessness, it’s SO much hotter to have the situational reinforcement to back it up, too. No?