When it comes to kink and BDSM, many people enjoy the physical aspects—hands-on dominance and submission, sensory play, or even bondage. But there’s something especially electrifying about a psychological experience, and nothing captures the essence of that quite like erotic humiliation. And if you’re looking for a deeper layer of connection, there’s nothing more intimate than hearing your partner’s voice reading or recording a script just for you.

Now, I know what you’re thinking—humiliation can sound pretty intense. But it’s important to remember that erotic humiliation is all about consensual power dynamics and pushing boundaries in a safe, controlled environment. The emotional rollercoaster of humiliation can be incredibly sexy, intimate, vulnerable and empowering.

What Exactly Are Erotic Humiliation Scripts?

Erotic humiliation scripts are pre-written or improvised monologues where one partner plays a dominant role, often humiliating or degrading the other in a playful, sexy, and consensual manner. These can range from light teasing to more intense forms of psychological play such as small penis humiliation (SPH) or cuckold humiliation. The key here is consent, trust, and mutual enjoyment—it’s never about crossing a hard limit.

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A script might involve calling your partner names, mocking their appearance, or playing with their insecurities—all while building up that intense feeling of power imbalance that makes it so exciting. What makes it unique, though, is that the script is often read aloud (or recorded) in your voice, which deepens the intimacy of the experience. The words themselves carry a heavy weight, but hearing the voice of someone you trust and love amplify the message? That’s where the magic happens.

The Erotic Power of Your Partner’s Voice

There’s something wonderfully primal about hearing your partner’s voice speaking directly to you. It’s personal. It’s intimate. It’s something that doesn’t just feel like you’re role-playing with a stranger or a fantasy—it feels like your relationship is at the center of it. This is no longer just about what is being said, but about the emotional connection between you two as the words flow.

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Voice adds a layer of intensity that can’t be matched by text alone. When you hear the subtle nuances of your partner’s tone—whether it’s a mocking lilt, a commanding force, or even just the way their voice crackles with desire—it becomes much more than words. The voice adds an emotional depth and a sense of control that physical interactions may lack. Remember to read slow, very slowly, with long pauses between sentences. If you think you are going slow enough, you should probably slow down a little bit more.


“You’re Mine to Control”

“Look at you, sitting there, all hard and desperate in your little pink cage. You can’t even touch yourself, can you? You know exactly what I’m doing to you, don’t you? Every word, every little movement I make is driving you crazy, and there’s nothing you can do about it. You’re locked up, and that’s where you’ll stay. I hold all the power now with this shiny little key, and I’m enjoying every second of it.

Do you feel it? That aching, desperate need? The kind that eats at you, makes your thoughts spiral out of control? You thought I’d give in, didn’t you? You thought maybe you’d get a little relief. But I’m not done with you yet. I know how much you want to cum, how much you need to feel that release. But you’re not getting it. Not yet.

You’re mine to control. And right now? Right now, you’re going to sit there and feel that frustration build. You’re going to squirm, and you’re going to beg me to let you out of that little tiny cage. But you know what? It’s not happening. Not until I say so.

Isn’t it adorable? How badly you want to touch yourself, to break free from that lock, but you can’t. You can only sit there and feel that pressure, feel that need crawling under your skin. You don’t get to decide when you come. I do. And today, you don’t get that satisfaction. I’ll decide when you get your release, and it won’t be until I’m ready.

You’re nothing but a toy for me to play with. And it’s so cute how desperate you are, how much you need me. But don’t worry, sweetheart, I’ll let you out eventually. I’ll give you that sweet release when you’ve learned your lesson. But for now? You can sit there, locked up and useless, waiting for my permission. You’ll thank me when I finally decide you’ve earned it. But until then, just remember—you’re mine. Every part of you, every inch of your frustration, belongs to me.”


“Get Ready for Your Spanking”

“Alright, my love, it’s time to get things straight around here. You’ve been a bit too lax, haven’t you? I can tell, and I’m not letting this week slide. You know what that means, don’t you? It means you’re about to get the spanking you need to remind you who’s in charge. This isn’t a punishment. Oh no. This is just a little maintenance, to keep you in line and make sure you remember who runs things.

You’ve been slipping, and I’m not going to let that go. I can see it in your eyes—you’re probably thinking you can talk your way out of this, but we both know you won’t. It’s just how we do things now. You need to stay in your place, and I need to remind you of that. The fact that you know what’s coming is exactly what makes this work. That anticipation, that tiny bit of fear mixed with excitement—it’s all part of the plan.

So, you’re going to bend over, right here, over my knee like a little child. I want you to think about the little things you’ve done—or not done—that got us here. The attitude, the little acts of defiance, the lazy moments. Don’t worry, I’m not going to go overboard. Just enough to keep you in check, enough to keep you aware of the power dynamics here. After all, you’re mine, and it’s my job to keep you focused.

You know what to expect, right? The way your body tenses up, that sharp sting as my hand connects with your skin. You’ve felt it before. The way it makes you focus on me and only me. You’ll be uncomfortable, but you’ll also be reminded why this is necessary. It’s a quick reminder that you don’t get to slack off in this relationship. You’re not the man in this house, I am. I run the show, and you’ll always need to stay in line for me.

I’m not doing this because I don’t love you. In fact, it’s the opposite. You need this. You need to feel that control, that structure. And deep down, I know you like it too. Don’t pretend you don’t. Because when I’m done with you, when you’ve taken your spanking and we’re done here, you’ll feel that discipline in your bones. You’ll know I’m the one in control, and you’ll be better for it.

This is a simple reminder. A maintenance spanking. Nothing too serious, just enough to bring you back into focus. You’ve been a good boy for the most part, but I won’t let things slide. You’ll learn, just like you always do. So, get ready. It’s time for your spanking, and it’s exactly what you need to keep you in line for the rest of the week.”


“You’re Just Not Enough for Me”

“Look at you… I know you try so hard to please me, but let’s face it, darling, you just aren’t enough. You can’t satisfy me the way I need, the way I deserve to be satisfied. I don’t even think you realize how small you’ve made yourself in my eyes. But that’s okay, because you’re good at other things… things like cleaning up after me or taking care of my needs in ways you know don’t involve your cock.

When I’m with my boyfriend—he knows how to fuck me. He’s so much bigger than you, and he knows how to please me in ways that you can only dream of. You’ve seen us, haven’t you? You’ve seen how effortlessly he makes me moan, and how you can barely make me feel anything. I know it must hurt your ego, but this is what it’s come down to.

I can tell you’re aching to be the man who can satisfy me, but sweetie, you’re just not built for it. Your cock is so small… so pathetic, so unimpressive. I can feel how inadequate you are when you try to get close to me. It’s cute that you try, though. I’ll give you that. Maybe you can find another way to please me… but I know you’ll never be able to do it sexually like my boyfriend can.

Does that sting? I bet it does. But you’re still mine, aren’t you? You’ll always be mine to humiliate, to use as I please. You’ll just never measure up.”


“You’ll Never Be Enough”

“God, it’s almost embarrassing, isn’t it? How small you are. It’s honestly laughable sometimes. I mean, when you try to show me how hard you’ve gotten, it’s so adorable. Like, ‘Oh, look at that tiny thing trying to make an impression.’ But no, sweetheart, it’s just not working.

I’ve had bigger—better—and honestly, I don’t even know what you’re expecting from me when you pull that little thing out. Do you think it’ll make me somehow aroused? Excited? Do you think I’m supposed to be impressed? Because it’s the complete opposite.

I’ve learned to appreciate you for other things, but let’s be real: Your cock is not one of those things. It is a joke. It’s pathetic, really. I could barely feel you if I wanted to. But you? You still act like you’re the man of the house, like you can actually satisfy me. How cute. I can’t even take you seriously when I look at it. It’s almost like a little novelty item… fun to play with, but nothing I would ever truly care about.

You get so frustrated, don’t you? You know you’ll never be able to give me what I need. But don’t worry, darling, I’ve got plenty of real men who can show me what it means to be satisfied. You? You can just stand there and watch. It’s what you’re good for. I’ll let you clean up after me, though. Maybe that’ll make you feel like you’re doing something. But just know—you’ll never be enough.”

“Thank You for Supporting Me”

“Look at you, sitting there, just the way I like it. You know how much I appreciate you letting me do this, right? You know that I’m not just using you; I’m thanking you for letting me fulfill the needs I’ve always had. You’ve been so good to me, letting me take control of my desires, even when it means seeing me with someone else. You’re not just my husband—you’re my rock, my foundation, and in this, my willing partner.

It’s hard for a lot of people to understand how something like this could be so fulfilling, but you’ve always been open, haven’t you? You’ve allowed me the space to explore, to embrace the things I crave, and to feel wanted in ways I never thought possible. And I need you to know, every time I’m with someone else, it’s you I’m thinking of. It’s because you love me enough to let me have these experiences that I feel so alive, so complete.

I know it’s not easy for you. There’s a part of you that gets jealous, I’m sure, but deep down, you trust me, and that’s what makes it work. You see the way I light up when I’m with someone who can fulfill my needs in ways you can’t, and you’re not angry, you’re not resentful. Instead, you step aside, give me space, and let me have what I need. And that is such a rare, beautiful thing. It shows me how much you care for me, and how deeply you respect me.

So yes, I’m with someone else, and yes, you’re here, watching, taking it all in, and feeling every wave of humiliation wash over you. But don’t you ever doubt that I’m grateful for you. Don’t you ever think for a second that this is anything less than a gift. You’ve given me the chance to truly experience everything I want, to feel the lust I crave, and to explore my desires without shame. And that’s a gift that most people don’t get.

I’m so lucky to have you, to have someone who so deeply desires me to be happy, satisfied—even if that means you watch me with someone else. You’re not some weak man, and you’re not lesser for this. You’re strong, and in your own way, you’re the one keeping us grounded. Without your love and acceptance, none of this would be possible.

Thank you for trusting me. Thank you for letting me fulfill my desires and for standing by me, even when it’s difficult. You are the most amazing husband, and even when I’m with someone else, it’s you I’m coming home to. You’re my first love, my forever partner. And nothing will ever change that. Now come over here my love, and clean up the mess he just made.”


“I’m Fucking Him, Not You”

“Do you ever wonder what it feels like, knowing that while you’re sitting here being good for me, I’m with him? I’m fucking my boyfriend, while you’re sitting here in your little corner, acting like everything’s fine. Do you ever wish you were the one making me scream? The one making me feel things I know you never will? But that’s the reality of it, sweetheart. I’m his now. You just get to sit back and watch.

You’re pathetic, really. Look at how tiny you are. My boyfriend doesn’t even have to try, he’s so much better than you. I can feel him pounding me deeper than you ever could. Your cock is just a sad little thing in comparison, and you know it. You can try to put on a brave face, but deep down, you know your place. You can never compete with that.

I know this stings, but honestly, I’m just enjoying my time with him. It’s not even that I want you to see me with him, but I know you’ll just sit there, and you’ll take it because you know your role. You’ll clean up after us, make sure we’re comfortable, and you’ll remember who really gets to please me.

It’s humiliating, isn’t it? But you’re not a real man. Not in the way my boyfriend is. And you know it.”

“You’ll Watch Me Get What You Can’t Give”

“Isn’t it funny, darling? You think you can give me everything I want, but we both know the truth, don’t we? You can’t satisfy me like my boyfriend does. No matter how hard you try, no matter how much you beg, I’ll always find more in him than I ever will in you. You’re cute, though—thinking that just because you’ve got a tiny bit of hardness, you’re doing something. But I don’t need you like that.

I need someone who knows how to fuck me, someone who understands how to take control. Someone who doesn’t stop when I say “harder,” but pushes me until I’m begging for more. I’ve got my boyfriend now. He makes me feel things you couldn’t even imagine. You’ll just have to watch. Maybe you’ll get off on the idea of me being taken the way you never could, or maybe it’ll hurt your fragile little ego.

But really, what does it matter? You’ll sit there, watching me get fucked like a woman should be fucked, while you sit and take notes. Maybe you’ll see what real cock feels like. Maybe, just maybe, you’ll finally understand your place. But no matter what, sweetie, you’re stuck in the background. Because when I want satisfaction, I know where to get it. And it’s not from you.”


“You’ll Never Fill Me Up”

“It’s honestly laughable sometimes. Watching you pull that little thing out, thinking it’ll do anything. Do you think it turns me on? Really? Do you think I’m impressed when you show me just how small you really are? Because I’m not. I don’t even feel it when you touch me, it’s that insignificant. But, oh, don’t worry, sweetie, I still love you. I really do. But you? You’ll never fill me up.

I’ve had real men, men with real cocks, who know how to fuck a woman right. And I’m not talking about the little thing you try to pass off as something worth noticing. No, darling. You don’t even come close. I could barely feel you if I tried. And honestly, I don’t want to. I want someone who can truly give me what I need.

I don’t think you’ll ever get it. I think deep down, you know it, too. But you’ll stay, won’t you? You’ll stand there, trying to make yourself feel good about something that was never meant to impress me. You’ll watch as I get the satisfaction I deserve from someone who’s worth my time.”


“You’ll Never Be My Real Man”

“God, you really are something, aren’t you? Thinking you could ever be the man I needed, the one who could fill me up. But look at you now—weak, small, pathetic. I let you think you could please me. I gave you the chance, hoping you’d rise to the occasion. But you never did.

Instead, I found my boyfriend. And let me tell you, there’s no going back now. He knows what a woman needs. He knows how to take control and fuck me the way I deserve. He knows how to make me scream, while you can barely get me wet. It’s pathetic, really. You’ve spent all this time pretending to be my man, but the truth is, you’re just my plaything.

I won’t pretend anymore. You’ll watch me get fucked by someone who actually knows what they’re doing. Maybe that’ll put things into perspective for you. Maybe you’ll finally realize what a real man looks like. But it doesn’t matter. You’re still mine. You’ll clean up after us, watch me get fucked the way I need, and maybe you’ll even get to smell him on me when we’re done.

But don’t ever think you’ll be my real man. You’re the one I keep around for the emotional connection because you can’t compete with the physical connection that I get from bigger, better men. You’ll never be enough for me in that way, but you know that. Don’t you.”

“Your Money Isn’t Enough”

“Isn’t it cute, darling? You think you can buy my attention, my affection, my love. You think you can bribe me into noticing you. But the truth is, no matter how much money you throw at me, it’s never enough. You’re just a little wallet to me, aren’t you? A walking ATM, desperate to please me. And I’ll take your money, sure, because it means nothing to me. But you? You’ll never mean anything more than my financial security.

I’m so much more than just some woman you can buy. You can’t purchase my respect, my admiration, or my attention. And yet, you keep on trying. How pathetic. I take your money, I let you spoil me, but that’s all you’ll ever be—my little money pig. Your hard-earned cash, wasted on someone who doesn’t even care about you. It’s adorable, really. You’re just a tool for my enjoyment, a means to get what I want without ever having to lift a finger.

Every time you give me more, I just laugh. You think I’m impressed? You think you’re going to buy your way into my heart? How naive. You’ll never be enough. The more you give, the less I care. All your attempts to buy my affection just make me see you for what you really are—weak. Nothing but a desperate little man hoping that his money will make him worthy of me. But it never will. You’ll never be enough.

You want to be used? You want me to humiliate you with your own wallet? Fine. Keep giving, keep begging. It’ll never fill the hole in your pathetic little ego. Because I know, deep down, you don’t just want to please me. You want to prove you’re worthy. But sweetie, no amount of money will ever make you worthy. You’ll never be my equal. You’ll always be just my car payment, my credit card bill—nothing more.

So keep it coming. Keep sending me what you have left. The more you give, the more I’ll take. But don’t think for a second that it’ll make you important to me. I want to be clear that your money isn’t enough to buy my love, and it sure as hell isn’t enough to buy my respect. You’ll always be beneath me, just another pathetic little pig with a fat wallet and a fragile ego.”

“You Were Always Just the Safe Option”

“You know, darling, when we first met, I saw something in you… But I also saw something in me, didn’t I? A part of me that was settling, a part of me that was choosing comfort over desire. Because let’s face it, from the start, I knew you weren’t the man I deserved. You were just the safe option, weren’t you? You were easy, predictable… someone I could rely on, but not the kind of man I really craved. And now, years later, to nobody’s surprise you’re still not enough.

I’m not attracted to that belly of yours, your bald head, your distinct lack of any body tone whatsoever, and your cock—well, let’s just say it never measured up to the kind of man I need to satisfy me. I need someone strong, someone young, someone fit that makes me feel like a woman. Someone with that energy, that stamina, that hunger that you’ve never had. I need a man who can keep up with me, who can fuck me hard and make me feel the kind of pleasure you’ve never been able to give me.

You’ve always wanted to be that guy, haven’t you? The tall, strong, athletic, hung man. The kind of man I deserve. But sweetie, no matter how hard you try, you’re never going to be him. You’re never going to be the kind of man who turns me on the way these young, fit men do. And that’s hard for you to accept, isn’t it? You’ve always wanted to be that man—just for me—but you’ve never been able to deliver.

I used to think you could change, that maybe you could become that person, or maybe I could learn to be turned on by comfort and safety that you bring to our marriage, but deep down I always knew. You were never going to be the man I fantasized about. I’ve never fantasized about you when I masturbated, not once. And now that I’ve experienced what a real man feels like, there’s no going back. I’m done pretending you’re something you’re not. I’m done pretending that you can satisfy me when I know there are men who can do it better, harder, and longer than you ever could.

You’re getting older, darling. You’re getting chubby, your body isn’t the same anymore. I look at you, and I see a man who’s lost that spark, lost his youth, and I feel sorry for you. Because I want the best, and I know you’ve never been able to give me that. The truth is, I settled for you. And now, I have someone who actually fulfills me, who makes me feel wanted, desired, and worthy. But you? You’ll never measure up. You’ll never be good enough for me. Not when I can have the kind of men you’ve always wished you could be.”

Why Audio Porn Is Fantastically Erotic

Audio porn itself has a massive appeal. There’s something undeniably erotic about the experience of listening to someone’s voice describing intimate scenarios, teasing, or setting the scene with sensual detail. Audio allows you to create an immersive experience where your mind fills in the gaps, and your imagination takes over. If you like these types of scripts and want more like them, check out /r/gonewildaudio on reddit.

When you add personalization to that—by having your partner read an erotic humiliation script—it elevates the experience to a whole new level. It’s a form of emotional and psychological play that makes you feel seen and heard, both literally and figuratively. The sound of their voice, crafted specifically for you, taps into deeper desires and creates a connection that’s both erotic and emotionally fulfilling. I’ve provided a few examples below, fill in some names, edit the script to be more relatable to specifics in your life and your relationship and improvise a bit to make it seem more real,

Recording and Saving the Experience

One of the best things about erotic humiliation scripts recorded by your partner is that you can listen to them anytime. Saving the recording as an audio file lets you revisit the experience over and over. It’s like keeping a personalized erotic treasure trove at your fingertips. Maybe you’ll listen to it when you’re feeling a little lonely, or maybe it’ll become a tool for keeping that sexual energy alive when you’re apart.

Having it as a recorded memory makes it even more intimate—it’s not just an experience; it’s something tangible that you can hold onto. The voice becomes a part of the memory, something you’ll always connect with the person speaking those words.

This is a great option for men who are trying to wean themselves off a porn addiction or when you simply want to refocus his erotic energy on you. It might be something you can ask him to play when you permit him to masturbate.

Erotic humiliation scripts can create a level psychological arousal that’s out of this world, especially when read by our wife or girlfriend. It taps into the vulnerability of submission and the power of dominance, all while connecting you to your partner on a deeply emotional and sensual level. Whether you’re just starting to explore this kind of play or you’ve been in it for a while, using your partner’s voice to enhance the experience creates a sense of closeness and understanding that few other activities can replicate.

If he is going to be listening to these recordings on his own, it might be a really good idea to have an aftercare sound clip recorded, just for him. After every one of these little humiliation sessions, it’s important to come back to a safe and comforting place. This aftercare recording would be a reminder of how much he is valued, cherished, and loved, no matter how intense or deep the scene was.

A little reassurance can go a long way—reminding him that, even though he has been pushed to the edge, he is still the person I adore and respect. That emotional reset is essential, and he deserve it. Something for him to listen to whenever he needs that grounding, with or without the humiliation.

I had so much fun writing these scripts but I couldn’t have done it without a little help from Kev and Erik. I have to admit, their creativity and, frankly, their meanness really helped take these to the next level. I may have the words, but when it comes to pushing boundaries and getting into that raw, unapologetic zone, I can always count on them to bring out the best (or worst?) in me. I hope you enjoyed them as much as I did. Which one was your favorite? Let me know in the comments below.


Evolving Your Conversation

  1. How do you feel about the idea of your partner using her voice to read or record an erotic humiliation script? Would you be more or less comfortable if it were personalized and in their voice?
  2. In your relationship, how do you navigate the balance between playful humiliation and maintaining emotional safety? What’s the key to ensuring that both partners feel good during and after such play?
  3. When it comes to audio porn or voice-based erotic play, what’s more appealing to you: a script that’s scripted in advance, or one that’s improvised based on the mood and energy between partners?

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