Category: humiliation

Pathetic

Belle 1844-332-2639 X 444

Between classes, I snuck outside for a quick smoke. I didn’t have time to grab my coat, so I wrapped my arm around myself and bounced in place. The hot air from my breath puffed in the frozen air, making it hard to tell between smoke and breathing, so I figured I could get away with it so long as no goody two shoes caught me and tattled.

My fingers pinched the butt as I sealed it between my lips and inhaled. I held my breath as a noise behind me caught my attention. Whipping around, I saw Pathetic Patrick shivering behind me. His eyes were glued to my thighs, and his lips were parted in awe. “B-Belle?” I puffed the smoke I was holding in his face, and he whimpered out a moan.

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Cumming Without Permission Will Get You Publicly Humiliated

Phonesex with Felicity 1844-332-2639 x 270

As one naughty caller can tell you, cumming without Felicity’s permission will lead you straight to being Publicly Humiliated. He tested this theory by being very naughty. He chose to cum SEVERAL times without asking for approval, and when he told me about it, I dragged him down to the mall.

All of his school friends, the girls he likes and the ones who always poke fun at him, were hanging out in the food court. I dragged him right up to the center stage, where Santa Claus and the Easter Bunny usually sit. Instead, today, it was going to be Mommy Felicity disciplining her naughty boy.

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Did You Lie?

Robotic Rita 1844-332-2639 Ext 413

One of the things I hate about men is how you can never really tell what he’s packing until you get him in the bedroom. I went out on a date with this guy I’d met through an app. We’d been texting for a few days, and I was seriously crushing on him. He said he was six-five with hazel eyes and an eight-inch dick. He sent a few photos, not sexual ones, but pictures of him with friends; in them, he looked taller than his friends. And so handsome… but did he lie about that last detail?

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1844-33-CANDY Ext. 423

“Fuck, I can’t believe I married a guy with a dick the size of my pinky.”

I say to you as I slap your dick with my hand and give a sarcastic laugh. You flinch at the touch, looking down at your small dick. I’ve never seen you erect, even after all the times I’ve tried to get us both in the mood. You look away, ashamed, trying to hide it. I roll my eyes, and walk away from you. You’re always so shy when I try to have sex with you. I can’t even count the number of times I’ve had to initiate. And when we do, I always end up disappointed. It’s always the same, you fumble around trying to get it in, I try to make the best of it, but eventually, you just can’t get it up anymore. I fake an orgasm just to end the misery, and then roll over to sleep, pretending I’m satisfied. Continue reading “Your Small Dick is Worthless” →

diaper bag

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Mommy Anna decided she would bring her baby to the mall to buy new clothes. She packed his diaper bag just in case. But while they were there, he noticed a huge lineup of people that were waiting to go see Santa. He tugged at Mommy Anna’s dress and asked her if he too could go see Santa, to which of course she gave in and said yes.

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Diana 1-844-332-2639 Ext. 248

This weekend I found myself in a diaper emergency! It’s Christmas time and I’m at a festive holiday party with my boyfriend Jake. It’s been a magical evening so far, with delicious eggnog, twinkling lights, and the faint scent of pine. Jake has been having a bit too much fun though, knocking back cocktail after cocktail.

Our host, my friend Holly asks me how my night is going. I sigh. “He’s been holding his drinks about as well as a toddler. I’m afraid he’s going to have an accident if we don’t do something.”

I hear a distinct splashing sound. I whirl around to see Jake, a goofy grin on his face, standing in a spreading puddle. Mortified, I rush over and kneel down.

“Jake! Oh no! Quick, go change into your spare clothes from the car!”

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Small Dick

*LUCY* 844-332-2639 xxx- 221

It boggles my mind how “men” who have a small dick think they have any chance with me. How do you go around pretending to be a “real man” when we all know that boys like you are always the ones who have a small dick.

I honestly don’t think I’ve ever seen a smaller dick before, and I’ve seen A LOT of losers like you. The only thing you’re good for is giving me some satisfaction with a bit of small penis humiliation.

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1844-33-CANDY Ext 423

I can hear your heavy breathing as you walk into my dungeon, submissive little slave. You look so delicious, nervous yet excited for your first time experience with a humiliatrix.

“You’re going to love every second of this,” I purr, running my fingers down your chest. “But first, I need to blindfold you.” Continue reading “My Sub’s First Glory Hole” →

 1844-33-CANDY EXT 423

I walk over to you, running my fingers through your hair as I do. “Hello, pet,” I say, my voice low and sultry. You look up at me, your eyes shining with love and devotion. I can see the desire in your gaze, and I know that you’re ready for me.

“Hello, Mercedes,” you say, your voice soft and submissive. I can hear the hunger in your voice, and I know that you’re ready for me to take control.

“Good boy,” I say, my voice full of praise. “I have a surprise for you today.” Continue reading “Let Me Watch You Suck My Friend’s Cock” →

Diana 1-844-332-2639 Ext. 248

When we first met, I had no idea that beneath your shy, reserved exterior hid the most deliciously debased, submissive little worm. At first, I thought it was cute how you blushed at the slightest compliment, how you stumbled over your words in my presence. But as I got to know you better, I realized that your meekness was not merely a charming facade – it was the very essence of who you are.

Oh, the things you make me do to get you even slightly aroused! The filthy names I have to call you, the degrading taunts I must whisper in your ear as I “accidentally” brush against your crotch. “Is that a roll of quarters in your pocket or are you just happy to see me?” I ask with a giggle, knowing full well it’s neither – it’s just your microscopic pecker twitching pathetically in its cage.

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