Category: humiliation

Eric's Strip Club Adventure

Kayla Cumsalot 1844-33-CANDY Ext 357

Eric is tall, really tall, and so handsome, but he has a humiliating secret. His dick is small as fuck! It’s so funny that everyone thinks he’s packing just because of his height! I thought, what better way to humiliate him even more than to take him to the strip club.

When we walked in, everyone was looking at us. With me on his arm, he looked like the man! We got a little table right in front of the stage, and I perched on his lap as we watched the dancers. I wiggled to the music but nothing was poking me. That’s when the idea came to me! “You should get a lap dance!” I jumped off his lap and signaled to one of the dancers. She sauntered over and teased her hands down Eric’s shoulders. “Hi, big boy.” She schmoozed. Ha! The joke was about to be on her.

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gaming

Amber 1-844-332-2639 ext 404

I smirked, perched on the edge of Liam’s desk, my gaze raking over him. He was tied to his own gaming chair, a pathetic picture of frustrated desire. Miss Anna, a vision in black leather, circled him with her eyes laser-focused on his, her crimson-painted nails tapping against a riding crop she held with menacing grace.

“Having a little trouble, Liam?” I purred, my voice dripping with mock concern. He just groaned, his eyes squeezed shut, a sheen of sweat slicking his forehead. We’d given him a simple rule: hands behind his head, or else. But the little sub was struggling. “Please,” he gasped, eyes fluttering open to meet mine. “Please, Amber, I can’t! I can’t hold it.”

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Trinity 1-844-332-2639 ext 285

He tried to humiliate me! He thought he was funny. We were out with friends when he made the comment. Loud enough for everyone to hear. “She acts tough, but she’s really just a pillow princess!” The room laughed. My cheeks burned. But not from shame. No, what I felt was a different kind of heat. Because I already knew how I was going to make him pay.

When we got home, I didn’t speak. I took control—grabbed his collar, shoved him onto the bed, and straddled him. “Take off your clothes,” I said coldly. “All of them.” He looked surprised. Nervous. I didn’t wait—I ripped his shirt open, yanked his pants off, and tied his wrists to the headboard with my belt.

“You embarrassed me,” I whispered, lips grazing his ear. “Now I’m going to show you what real power looks like.” I teased him until he was moaning, pleading, straining against the restraints. Then I stopped. Completely. “You don’t deserve to cum yet,” I said, slipping on a strap and stroking it against his inner thigh. “But I do!”

I used him. Sat on his face, thighs tight around his head, grinding until I came hard

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pump

Anna 844-332-2639 EXT. 203

‘’I love birthday Pumps!’’ exclaimed Amber, as she grabbed the lube for all of Tami’s Mommy’s big, thick strap-ons. But then, Zoey said that we shouldn’t use lube, that Tami was a big girl now and she could handle alllllll of her Mommies’ cocks well on her own. All of the Mommies looked at one another raising an eyebrow or two and grinned simultaneously. They signaled Mommy Mercedes and Mommy Diana to spread and hold up Tami’s little legs. ‘’With pleasure!’’ said Mommy Diana and Mommy Mercedes.

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1844-33-CANDY EXT 423

I watch as you enter the chat room, my heart racing with excitement. You’re here for a session with me, your dominatrix, and I can’t wait to get started. I see the nervous look on your face, but I know you’ll enjoy every moment of this.

“Welcome, my dear client,” I say, my voice dripping with authority. “I hope you’re ready to follow my commands and submit to my every desire.”

You nod, your eyes wide with anticipation. I can see the bulge in your panties, and I know you’re already getting hard at the thought of what’s to come. “Good boy,” I say, my lips curling into a smile. Continue reading “A Fun Session with My Sub” →

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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weed

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” →