Tag: humiliation

Watch This

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Miles was tipped to his side, ropes wound around his big biceps and down his forearms, locking them together behind his back. A giant ball gag was locked around his head, causing the most unsightly drool to ooze from the corners of his mouth. I’d used my lipstick to write “Whore” across his face with the red ball gag as the “O.” His legs were forced open with a spreader bar, and his little penis was harder than it’d ever been before.

“Watch this,” my nose wrinkled as I giggled to Sarah and Bethany. They’d been so interested in how I’d gotten Miles, our high school quarterback, to be a submissive bitch for me. Once I discovered his LITTLE secret, it wasn’t difficult at all. “His little penis will explode the second I turn on the vibrator.”

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BBC

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A BBC Gang Bang! This is like an intervention. I’m annoyed with you for not being who you are. You are a cock loving sissy cuck, and you know it. The amount of avoiding and denying you’ve been doing is unreal and also very, very over. Your darling Mommy has organized the best coming-out party for you!

A BBC Gang Bang, just for you!!  That’s right! I found six of the fattest cocks in North Carolina and brought them here tonight just for the purpose of stretching you open!

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So, Jess found out that her newlywed husband was cheating on her with a skank, so we invited the two of them to my friend’s dominatrix dungeon as the guests of honor. We looked through all the toys and found a vibrator, a cock cage and an electroshock wand. Oh, what fun can we have with these. The skank was already chained to the wall with her arms above her head and her legs spread apart. The husband was tied to a chair right across from her.

I wanted to hear the skanks screams and cries, but of course everything was consensual and there were safe words put in place. I had a pair of nipple clamps and hooked them up to her perky nipples. She cringed a little bit at that, but the nipples were perky, so I know she enjoyed them.

I cut off her pants and pulled her panties to the side while I put the vibrator right on her clit. Her whole body wiggled, and she let out moan after moan. It was turning me on as well, but I was trying to keep my cool.

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Stinky Pants Detective

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Whenever there is a stinky problem and no one can locate the source, they call in the stinky pants detective. Babies R Us was having this horrible, peeyouuu problem, and none of the mommies shopping could find the stinker who’d stunk up the aisles. They called me, desperate to remove the smell from the store so people could shop in peace.

The moment my high heels breezed through the doorway, I knew the smell. No one in the world smells as bad as Mr. Stinky Pampers, and that special flavor of stink tickled my nose. I sniffed, instantly regretting it, and started my search.

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I had him on his knees, face down ass up!! I slapped his face, “take it bitch.” He wailed out with excitement , he loved the way I was stroking him from the back, very roughly.

I flipped him around like he were my bitch (well he was.) I spit in his mouth. Slamming my strap on into his little asshole. He made faces that were incredible.

I punished him real good. Made him behave for mama. Good boy. He was behaving quite well. Maybe he deserves a treat.I turned around, roughly pulling on his cock.

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I didn’t want to think it was jail bait cousin , Seth. It couldn’t be!! NO way! But,  my intuition is never wrong. No wonder he is always looking at me very lustfully. It makes sense. Every day he is here, trying to somehow be around me, or in the same room as me. I catch him staring at my boobs, and my butt all the time. What a fucker. I had to catch him red-handed. Continue reading “The Dirty Panties Snatcher” →

Humiliate Yourself

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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

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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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You'll Do Anything For Me?

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You said you’d do anything for me. If I’d take you on as my submissive. Anything was a bold choice of words, and I make sure my stupid sluts put their service where their mouth is.

That’s how you ended up in the mall parking lot at two AM wearing only a bra and sneakers, bouncing on a dildo in front of my car’s headlight. Hands raised up and clutching the back of your head.

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Out Of Order

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Memorial Day BBQs can get pretty wild! Sun shining, drinks flowing, and the grill fired up made for a lot of people needing to use the bathroom. My poor little potty just couldn’t keep up with the demand, and it stopped flushing! I was in a bit of a panic! At least fifty people were at my house chugging bottles and stuffing their faces with burgers and hot dogs! With only one nonworking bathroom, I was going to have a huge problem.

At least, I thought I was, till I remembered my little toilet slave was attending the BBQ! I ran over to where he sat at the edge of the pool, chatting and laughing like his tongue wasn’t casually used as toilet paper for me whenever I felt the need. I grabbed his elbow and yanked him up. “Come on! Duty calls.”

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