Category: humiliation

What A Shy Boy

Trans Goddess Alexus 1844-332-2639 Ext 349

The hotel pool is the only reason I travel for work. I swear I wouldn’t make it if I didn’t have time to bask in the sun by the glittering water. Except, this time, the weather had betrayed me, and I was stuck sitting on a plastic chair beside the indoor pool. It was late, and I assumed no other guests would be hanging out so I could read in peace. I hate when people splash about, making a rukus as I try to relax.

I settled back into the uncomfortable chair in my bikini, missing the warmth of the sun soaking into my skin, when someone entered the pool area—a man, well a shy boy, wearing board shorts and a long t-shirt. He offered me a polite little wave and then took a seat at the opposite side of the pool.

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Anna 844-332-2639 EXT. 203

Naughty Ronnie was always a curious boy. He always liked to learn new things and seek out new things. One day, while leaving school, he got caught behind some older boys. He overheard one of them say ‘’let’s go smoke some weed!’’. Ronnie couldn’t believe his ears. How on earth were they going to smoke dandelions, he thought to himself. This he had to see. He decided to trail behind them as the bell rang and all the kids excited the school yard.

 

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Diana 1-844-332-2639 Ext. 248

You crave my tough love, don’t you? There’s no question that you know what you are. You know what you deserve. You’re nothing but a pathetic, worthless worm groveling at my feet. Your cock belongs to me. Your orgasms belong to me. I own you, body and soul.

You need it. You can’t get enough of me degrading you, humiliating you, treating you like the filthy little slut you are. Deep down, you know that’s what you deserve. A real dominant mistress to keep you in line.

You’ll do anything I say, won’t you? Obediently licking my boots, worshiping my divine pussy, servicing me like the subby little bitch I know you are. All for the privilege of maybe, just maybe, getting to cum. If I feel like allowing it.

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Trinity 1-844-332-2639 ext 285

I sat on the edge of the bed, legs crossed, watching my cuckold hubby kneel in front of me. His lips were slightly open, his eyes locked onto the creamy white mess dripping between my thighs. He knew what I expected of him. What his role was and what I had made him into. I ran my fingers through his hair, yanking just enough to make him whimper. “You see that?” I murmured, opening my legs and tilting my hips slightly forward, letting another drop spill onto my inner thigh.

“This is what a real man leaves behind!!” His breath skipped a beat, his hands were twitching at his sides, but he knew better than to touch me. That wasn’t his privilege anymore. That belonged to the other guy. The man who had just left me shaking, orgasmic and satisfied in a way my husband never could.
I traced a finger through the sticky evidence of my pleasure, bringing it to my lips and sucking it clean, watching the way his eyes darkened with need for taste. “This is what you wanted, isn’t it?” I teased. “To be my little clean-up slave toy? To know that he got what you Continue reading “My Cuckold Hubby” →

Trinity 1-844-332-2639 ext 285

I couldn’t help but laugh as he stood there, bare and exposed, that tiny excuse for a cock twitching pathetically under my gaze. “Wow,” I laughed arms crossed as I tilted my head. “This is what you’ve been so desperate to show me? This little thing?!!” His face turned red, but I could see the way he was shook by my words. He loved this. He needed it. A loser like him had no other purpose but to be put in his place.

“God, you’re pathetic!” I sighed, stepping closer, running a single finger down his chest before stopping just above his worthless little cock. “This is why you’ll never be a REAL man. This is why no woman would ever take you seriously. You exist for one thing, and one thing only—to be a tiny, desperate loser at my feet.”

His lips parted as if he wanted to speak but he knew in the presence of Miss Trini he was not allowed to. His tiny cock convulsing like it actually thought it had a chance. I laughed. “Look at it. Struggling, trying so hard to be something, but it’s just… fucking useless! You’ll never please me with that. You’ll Continue reading “Small Penis Humiliation: Tiny Excuse” →

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Anna 844-332-2639 EXT. 203

Miss Anna told her slave that he needed to accompany her. She claimed it was a charity night where all the ladies would get together and hold an auction. He reluctantly agreed, but did so anyway to Please Mistress Anna. They were about to leave, when Miss Anna pulled a fast one on him. She claimed he couldn’t leave in what he was simply wearing, that she had prepared an outfit for him. He complied, but when he saw the garments, he nearly fainted: There was an open bottom skirt, stockings, heels, a slutty top, and lingerie to match.

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teacherAnna 844-332-2639 EXT. 203

Mommy Anna went to go pick up her naughty boy at school. She arrived early so she could have a smoke before he entered the car. The bell rang and everyone came out to meet their parents are the kiss and ride or hop on the bus. Everyone that is, except her Naughty boy. Mommy Anna waited and lit another cigarette. One by one, cars began to leave. Then buses.

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Aynsley 1-844-332-2639 Ext. 459

Hello, you horny old perverts. It’s me again, the delicious 20-year-old pussy you lust after so much. I know how badly you wish you could get a taste of my tight young holes. How you dream of ramming your wrinkled old cocks deep inside me. How much you ache to make me yours and teach this bratty little slut a lesson she’ll never forget.

Well, too fucking bad. You’ll never get to experience the exquisite pleasure of being covered in my juices as I ride you into oblivion. Never get to smack my round ass and leave your handprint on my smooth cheeks. Never feel my hot mouth wrapped around your throbbing dick, sucking you dry until you’re completely spent.

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Ebony  844-332-2639 ext 240

Domination isn’t a game tonight — it’s a sentence. From the moment you answered my call, you surrendered, and now, you’ll beg for my words. You wanted to play the good little slave, but you’re already failing — stuttering, begging too soon, hands trembling where I can’t even see them. I don’t need to see, though. I know exactly what you look like when you’re scared and soaked, trembling between the urge to please me and the desire to come without permission.But you won’t come. Not yet. Not until I’m done dragging you through every twisted inch of this phone line. You’ll call me Mistress, you’ll choke on your apologies, and you’ll thank me for every single humiliation I pour into your ear. This isn’t just domination — it’s destruction, and you signed up for it.I want you stripped bare, physically and mentally, so when I tell you to stroke, you’ll do it with tears in your eyes. And when I deny you release for the fifth, sixth, seventh time — you’ll thank me. Because my domination is the only thing you crave now. Welcome to your ruin.

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Daddy's Fun Stuff

Trans Goddess Alexus 1844-332-2639 Ext 349

Mikey would do anything for Daddy’s approval, even when Daddy started offering some of that sweet, white powder in a little baggy. Mikey knew that it wasn’t a good idea, that that stuff made people do bad things, but if Daddy said it was okay, then he would listen. He started inhaling the fun stuff that made Mikey feel so good whenever Daddy would offer it, but after a few months, Daddy got stingy.

“Please, can I have some fun stuff?” Mikey was holding on to his elbow as he pleaded with his Father in the master bedroom.

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