Category: humiliation

Teeny Weenie

Avery 1-844-332-2639 ext. 228

Your teeny weenie is useless to me, so it’s a good thing you’re about to call me for small penis humiliation phone sex. I love giving losers like you tasks to do. All kinds of things you can do for me to make me laugh.

You know what makes me so mad about guys like you? That if you’re wearing pants women who are just out and about in the world don’t know how unfortunate your dick is. They have no way of knowing you have a lame dick because it’s covered up. That’s really not fair to them, is it?
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Julie 1-844-332-2639 Ext 453

My friend spent months venting to me about her ex. She would go on and on about how pathetic he was, giving me vivid details about their sex life. I think she wanted me to be as disgusted as she was. But what she didn’t know is that I was quite intrigued. I’d finally heard enough. I was bound and determined to find out for myself if all of it was true. She told me that he loved to watch her fuck other people. It didn’t matter who it was. She could pick them out. And she said she did. There were men, women, and sometimes both at once. She told me that he loved to clean out all of her holes afterwards. Then she told me that he was such a loser because he would come within seconds. But then he would be hard again. He was multi orgasmic. Oh, and he was balding, which she absolutely hated. What she didn’t know was that all of that turned me on and I wanted to experience it firsthand. So one night  I decided to go to the bar he frequented. He didn’t know who I was. But I told him.

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vampire domme

Stella 1-844-332-2639 ext 322

Stalking me through the dim labyrinth of the old city, the vampire had likely intended to make me his next meal. His kind always did—arrogant, immortal creatures who thought they were untouchable. But I knew his type well. Desire coiled beneath the surface of his insidious grace, an itch beyond the thirst for my veins.

I let him follow me into the shadows of an abandoned theater, the scent of dust and decay clinging to the velvet seats. Then I turned to face him, arms crossed beneath my chest, the curve of my corset pressing my body in ways I knew would taunt him. “You’ve been watching me,” I murmured, tilting my head. “Do I fascinate you?”

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wetting pants

Cory 1-844-332-2639 ext 407

I was standing impatiently in the endless line for the artisanal coffee stand when my attention drifted to a man near the condiment station. He looked utterly normal, mid-forties, sporting the kind of practical, slightly too-long khaki shorts that scream “I own a reliable minivan and believe strongly in SPF 50.” He was fiddling intently with a massive travel mug, his brow furrowed in concentration, which made him a captivating, if mildly mundane, subject for my habitual people-watching session. Which is essentially my only viable defense against the soul-crushing boredom of waiting for overpriced caffeine.

Then it happened, with a swift, silent efficiency that defied the laws of polite public existence. My eye, tracking the slight shuffle of his feet as he adjusted his weight, caught a dark spot blooming rapidly on the front of those sensible khaki shorts, right where the pocket met the thigh, and it was spreading with an alarming, undeniable velocity. Initially, my brain tried to categorize the event as a catastrophic coffee spill—perhaps a sudden rupture in the travel mug’s sealing mechanism.

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sissy bitch

Stella 1-844-332-2639 ext 322

I checked my watch. Exactly 8:00 PM. No need for rushing. That is the first rule of control. A Domme never rushes. The air was cool. I like it that way; it makes the submissive shiver a little, even without fear. He was already kneeling on the thick, dark rug, waiting. He never looked up until I told him to.

Today, he was wearing the pale pink satin nightie I had selected, the cheap lace scratching his skin. His face was painted heavy, the makeup slightly smudged around the eyes from nervous anticipation. He was not a man now; he was my project. He was my sissy bitch.

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If You Dress Like a Girl ...

Trans Goddess Alexus 1844-332-2639 Ext 349

I know you worry about people thinking you’re a gay boy but the truth is, if you dress like a girl when you suck cock it still makes you a heterosexual. There is nothing gay about a girl with a cock in her mouth. It doesn’t matter how hard your little faggot dick gets inside the pretty panties stretched over your tiny boner.

It doesn’t matter that you cup your manboobs inside of the soft bra and lick your lips for another taste of more cum. So long as you’re dressed like a girl it’s totally striaght.

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Anna 844-332-2639 EXT. 203

Miss Anna was dating an educated professional. Little did he know, he was just the flavor of the week. He was smart, successful, he had everything going for him. But Miss Anna absolutely hated him. She couldn’t stand him. And the more she avoided him and treated him like the dirt, the more he would pursue her, insisting of his likeness to her.

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domme

Stella 1-844-332-2639 ext 322

My basement isn’t for old boxes. It’s for pleasure. And this week, it held Jacques. The chains were thick but soft. Not to hurt him, just to hold him. He was stretched out on the cold stone floor, a thick mat beneath him, with his arms and legs secured. On the first day, he looked excited, but a little nervous too. I just smiled. “Welcome,” I whispered, and his whole body tensed.

I started slow. Just walking around him, my bare feet silent on the floor. I wore a thin robe, the silk brushing my skin. His eyes, usually so confident, were wide and fixed only on me. I could feel his gaze like a physical touch. I bent down, just out of his reach, letting my robe open a little, showing the curve of my thigh. He made a low sound, a guttural groan.

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cuck

Cory 1-844-332-2639 ext 407

I like a little spice, a little mystery, you know? But the guy I just moved in with seems to be settling into this domestic bliss routine, and I’m starting to get a little bored. So, I decided to inject a little excitement into our lives, a little spark. Nothing too drastic, of course. Just enough to keep him on his toes, enough to make him wonder if he’s losing his mind. And what better way to do that than with a little harmless flirting with his best friend?

It all started innocently enough. Just a lingering glance here, a suggestive text there. Nothing he could really point to, nothing that would obviously raise red flags. But it was enough to stir the pot, to plant a tiny seed of doubt in his mind. He started asking questions, subtle at first. “Did you hear from Mark today?” “Did you guys have a good time at the game?” I’d just smile and shrug, playing the doting girlfriend. Letting him stew in his own confusion was all part of the plan.

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boss

Anna 844-332-2639 EXT. 203

Miss Anna had been assigned a new boss at work. She immediately couldn’t stand him at first sight. He seemed like a real prude. He would correct everything she did, and make her even re-do assignments over and over.

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