Category: humiliation

Humiliate Yourself

Belle 1844-332-2639 X 444

It was late when the FaceTime notification chimed through my phone. I was already snuggled in the covers, about to fall asleep, but swiped my thumb across the screen to accept the call. Brad was completely naked, in his bed, grinding his hard cock against his silk sheets.

“I miss you,” He grunted as he humped. The angle of the phone allowed me to watch his abs tense and his cock head smear precum along the softness of his sheets. My eyes rolled. He was so pathetically hard, and for what?

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sluts

Anna 844-332-2639 EXT. 203

Mistress Anna put out an ad: Calling all submissive sluts. She needed to find a new Sissy to whore out and train for her own selfish, deviant, sexual purposes. Many came, lined up and interviewed, but she managed to narrow it down to a single one: He was extremely horny, very submissive, and in dire need of training.

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Small Dick Boy

Avery 1-844-332-2639 ext. 228

Even a teen like me knows a small dick boy when I see one. And when you pull your pants down and take out that tiny “dick” I know even before I touch it that I don’t want it. But let’s be honest here, your tiny dick isn’t big enough to please anyone sexually.

Don’t try to play dumb and tell me you’re a real man. You’ve been a small dick boy ever since puberty and you always will be. It’s going to be so much fun to humiliate you for what’s lacking between your legs. I don’t know how much fun it will be for you at first. But once you realize that’s the only attention, you’re going to get from me, I think you’ll learn to enjoy it.

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bed

Anna 844-332-2639 EXT. 203

Naughty Ronnie finished his dinner. He even helped Mommy Anna with the dishes. She looked at him from the corner of her eye, making sure he put every bit of effort into washing, wiping and drying. When it was all said and done he said: ‘’Mommy, can I go outside and ride my bike?’’ ‘’Okay,’’ Mommy Anna said, but you’d better be in by 9 and sign in for your bed, or Mommy is going to lock the door.

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 Anna 844-332-2639 EXT. 203              ☏ ☏ ☏        Zesty Zoey 1-844-332-2639 Ext 403

Mommy Anna was preparing a special dinner. She had Little Zoey and Ronnie help her prepare everything: cutting up the vegetables, toasting bread, and then she made them set the table just right. Zoey was a perfectionist and she made sure to correct Ronnie every time he cut a vegetable the wrong way, or folded the napkins wrong at the dinner table.

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bitch

Anna 844-332-2639 EXT. 203

Mommy Anna took her naughty boy to the mall to buy some clothes. She warned him before they left that he’d better behave. Something told her that he wouldn’t so she packed a diaper bag just in case. As they walked in the mall, hand in hand, Mommy Anna started to notice something funny.

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Amber 1-844-332-2639 ext 404

I glanced at the screen, and a name I hadn’t seen in over a year popped up: Scott. My ex-boyfriend, Scott. I stared for a second, wondering if it was some kind of mistake. Then the text itself loaded: ‘Hey, it’s Scott. Got a new phone, wanted to make sure you had my number.’ Um, why? Seriously. My fingers hovered over the keyboard, but a reply felt unnecessary. What could he possibly want? And why now, after all this time? It’s been a full year since we spoke, since he walked in on me and Greg, since our whole world imploded.

I mean, ‘imploded’ sounds dramatic, but for me, it was more like a necessary demolition. Scott had become a lump. When he lost his job, I tried to be supportive, I really did. But days turned into weeks, weeks into months, and he just moped around the apartment, expecting me to pick up all the slack. Rent, groceries, bills – it all fell on my shoulders. It was overwhelming, frustrating, and frankly, I was drowning. I just needed an escape, you know? Something, anything, to make me feel alive again.

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Anna 844-332-2639 EXT. 203

Mommy Anna came home from a hard day. She slipped off her high heels and tip toed upstairs. Then began to undress in her bedroom and take off her pins, her corset, and her stockings, each one by one, slowly. Mommy Anna undid her anklets and bracelets and placed them in their trays on her night table. Then she let her panties drop to the floor and removed her bra.

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Timmy's Tantrum

Valerie 1844-332-2639 Ext 243

I scanned the field as I walked closer to the stands. The new guy I’ve been seeing plays on this co-ed softball team against other local businesses every Wednesday night. They get hot and sweaty, then after the game, go to the pub around the corner from the field to grab a few cold ones. Timmy takes softball VERY seriously.

He’s the guy who organizes the practices, schedules the games with the other teams, and is their star batter. The man is swoon-worthy when dominating the diamond, but at home, he’s just my wittle Timmy. At home, he can’t tie his shoes or catch a ball! He’s far too wittle for big boy things like that, never mind playing a game with the big kids or knowing how to use the potty. Softball and I are two parts of his life that Timmy would prefer never to collide. That’s why I’ve decided to crash his game tonight and be the best sports mom he never knew he wanted.

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Stephanie 844-332-2639 Ext 454

I slid myself onto the bar stool next to him, to his right, leaned over and while trying to get the bartender’s attention I noticed him staring at the flat screen tv’s above the bar. He was calm, serene. I was confused, it seemed like he didn’t know I was sitting beside him. I placed my hand on his arm, he was very fit, a body builder.

Still no reaction from him. He sat drinking beer from a pilsner. I gave up when the bartender walked over. “What can I get for you?” Before I could say anything he spoke “Yeah get her a jack and coke.” he spoke loudly and confidently. I sank in my seat. He knew I was fucking sitting here the entire time. Knowing this was intentional I didn’t speak. “Right? That’s your drink of choice” he confirmed, finally making eye contact. “Yep” I shrugged looking away, focusing my attention on the bartender.

J placed his hand on my thigh, slid it between my legs and then further up and under my skirt. He then began rubbing my pussy over my panties.

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