I am the courtesan of the night. Tonight I have a special treat. You are going to be my human toilet. If you don’t follow my commands I am going to humiliate you in the best way possible. I will start by giving myself an enema and holding it till I can’t hold it anymore and letting it explode all over your chest. I hold my ass cheeks apart, as it drips squeezing and pushing. I want you to feel the hotness and smear it around all over your body. Don’t hold back, I want you to savor it tell me what it tastes like. It turns me on to watch you lick that shit off your fingers while I spank you. Finish up little man so I can hold your mouth wide open while I take a good long piss down your throat. Swallow that like a good little slave, don’t try to fight it will only make me miss and you will be penalized. Cry all you want mommy can’t help you here. You are my little servant heed to my commands. Don’t think I won’t beat you into submission. My body trembles with anticipation, knowing you are here to serve me I take out my clamps and chains proceed to torture you. I will clamp your nipples and balls, does that hurt? I watch your eyes glisten with the timid look in your eyes, thinking what I will do next. Just when you think it over it just the beginning. My degenerates are waiting for my commands so they can come and help to fulfill my desires. They will all take turns pissing on your dick I want you rock hard so we can take pictures and use them for your demise as we bring you into our vision of domain.
Category: Humiliation Phone Sex
Fuckalicious Phone Sex But ONLY if You Have a Fuckalicious Cock
You like fuckalicious pussy? Well you better have a fuckalicious cock if you want to have fuckalicious sex. You see Marissa and I are goddesses; pure perfection. Our pussies are worth the best cocks out there. Last night we were out for a girls night at this new upscale sex club. The kind of club that caters to sophisticated women and men. We were under the assumption that they only accepted men whose cocks were as big as their wallets. So when this very wealthy, very handsome man wanted Marissa and I for a threesome, we didn’t bother to verify the goods first. That was our bad.
We got into the executive suite and when he undressed, Marissa looked at me and we both roared with laughter at his nonexistent package. He looked dumbfounded. I informed him money cannot buy every thing. I do not care what you do for a living, what kind of car you drive, how much money is in your bank account. If you have a shrinky dink dick you cannot fuck me or Marissa. But you can sit on the sidelines rubbing your little nub as two hot bitches get each other off. Our clits were bigger than his pecker. That’s just sad.
Marissa is a hot bitch that could certainly please me better than our Mr. Short Stuff could. After a few minutes of watching us lick each other’s cunts, he pulled out his wallet and tossed money at us. He was begging us to let him in on the action. We looked at each other giggled and then looked at him and said , “No way loser.” We took his money though. Some men just don’t know their place. Just because you can provide for us financially does not mean you can provide for us sexually.
Marissa and I had a blast tonguing each other’s holes while we laughed and made fun of our small dicked patron. The wealthy pin dicks are always the hardest ones to break too. They think money buys everything. No amount of money in the world is worth my sexual dissatisfaction, or Marissa’s. Since he was still balking at not being able to put his peanut in us, we played a little game with him. Made him think we had a momentary loss of standards. We dressed him in my panties, her bra and snapped a few pics of him. We put them up on showyourtinydick.com. The humiliating comments started pouring in immediately and then he began to see the light, understand his place.
If you don’t know your place, Marissa or I would be happy to tell you. We are fuckalicious babes worthy of fuckalicious sex only and if you don’t measure up we will put you in your proper place. Life is short and likely so is your penis.
Turkey, Creampies and Booty for Thanksgiving
Things got a little wild in my kitchen last Thanksgiving. I am hardly a domesticated goddess. My husband did not marry me for my cooking skills. But, I did try to do a big traditional turkey dinner with the help of my stepsons. Well we were drinking as we attempted to cook, and my one step son said my ass reminded him of a turkey: big, plump and juicy. This lead to actually measuring my ass. I got a rump shaker that revivals Jo Lo’s booty. Forty two inches of fine ass.
My husband was getting turned on as he is obsessed with my big beautiful booty. I married my husband when I was really young, and now that I am in my 30s, he is in his 60s and well, he has major dick issues. I was feeling a bit mean that day. I bent over, told him to lick my ass and smell it. While his face was buried in my ass, I was sucking his sons’ cocks. Had them both in my mouth at the same time. They never have a problem getting hard or staying hard. And they can shoot bucket loads of cum.
Every woman in her 30s should be so lucky to have 2 able bodied step sons in the house. They don’t think much of their dear old daddy, so any way they can participate in his humiliation, they are game. One of the boys started taunting him; telling him he was worthless because he had a hot wife he could not satisfy. The other one chimed in and said maybe he would have better luck with the turkey. My husband was drunk too. He started fucking that turkey. Slid his dick right into it and started thrusting like a horny teenager getting laid for the first time. It was pathetic. The closest thing to pussy he has had in a very long time.
Well, I had two able bodied boys right there. I got on the kitchen island and took one of them in my ass and the other in my cunt while I yelled humiliating things to my husband. I mean really? He was stuffing a turkey while I was getting double stuffed by two young cocks. They were clearly the men in the house. After they both came inside me, we made my husband clean up the creampies they left me. I mean pie is standard with Thanksgiving Dinner!
I can’t wait for this year’s Thanksgiving festivities. It’s rare that that the whole family gets together under one roof. Gonna plot more humiliating activities for my husband.
Turtle Dicks Make Me Laugh
Look at me. I’m fucking hot as hell. See my finger in my cunt? It can please me more than your turtle dick. Now look at the picture below. You may have to squint to see it. That is the pathetic wiener of a guy who wants to fuck me. Yes, some poor losers have clit sticks for dicks. My pinky finger is bigger than the sad excuse for a dick below. When he pulled his pants down, I was laughing so hard, I snorted soda out my nose. I’m a size queen and I make no apologies for needing big dick. I deserve huge cock. My husband recognizes that. Yet, I still get emails, calls and propositions all the time from tiny dick losers with turtle dicks like this. This sissy boy at least was smart enough to know what was between his legs was nothing more than entertainment fodder for me. But some dudes be like, come on baby, you know I got what you need. If I need a good laugh, then yes, those ken doll pee pees, are just what I need. But if I need a good hard fuck, then I need something I can feel; something no smaller than 8 thick hard inches. My pleasure is important. Yours, I could care less about.
The size of your dick determines how we play. Got a monster sized cock, well I will be your bitch and suck and fuck that bad boy all night long. You got an itty bitty thing, well I am gonna laugh and take photos to share with my fellow hot bitches who deserve big dick too. Now, this sissy boy who thought I would cheat on my husband for his pin dick today belongs in panties and a bra. Cocks belong in boxers or boxer briefs and my mouth, cunt and ass! But, little clits belong in little cotton panties with hearts or flowers on them! If you call me and admit to having a turtle for a dick, well be prepared for some serious Small Cock Humiliation Phone Sex. Life is too short to waste on itty bitty clitty sticks.
I want you to hurt me
You’ve made me pay for lying and sneaking around like a dirty whore. I’ll admit that I’ve grown to like the attention, but because I’m your property I try to behave. Every punishment you give me I know I deserve. When you locked me away in that awful cage for two nights I had to eat my dinner from a dog bowl. You even invited some of our friends over to watch my humiliation.
All the canning has left my ass covered with painful welts and bruises. Yesterday morning you made me wear a skirt short enough that everyone could see the bruises on my thighs in public. So many people were staring, some were even laughing. The truth is, maybe I break rules because I like the attention and I love when you punish me. Would that be so bad? I want to be your good girl and I want to be your willing slave too. You know I’ll be anything, also do anything that you want. Recently I discovered that I like being a bad girl too.
Whenever I break a rule it’s exciting now. All I think about when I misbehave is how you’ll punish me. Lately I’ve been very difficult and bratty, it must be driving you crazy. Before I was always so eager to do whatever you demanded without hestitation. Sometimes I forget to address you as Sir or Master on purpose just so you’ll cane me. I hope it’s not too obvious. It’s just such a rush to see you angry and powerful. Nothing else makes my pussy so wet or makes my whole body tremble and you barely have to touch me.
Maybe this is what you had planned all along, maybe you wanted me to become this much of a pain slut. Soon I’ll probably be begging for beatings or for more degrading humiliations. It already feels like an addiction which makes me somewhat ashamed. I feel like some sort of twisted pervert. I’ve been thinking of you hurting me when I sneak away at night to play with myself. While I rub my swollen clit I picture you choking me, whipping me, and even cutting me. There are so many ways that I want you to hurt me that I’m starting to think I might be insane. I really can’t help it, I just want so much more. I only hope I don’t have to push you too far to get it.
Don’t Delude Yourself Loser, Size Does Matter
Hey there tiny dick loser. Look at my hot body. You know you want me. But guess what? You don’t deserve me. I am way too hot for you, LOSER. That’s right, my Pomeranian has a bigger package than you. Hell, my clit gets bigger than your dick when a real man is working it. And you are correct, you are not a man. A man has a cock, not a clit stick. A man makes a woman cum, not squint and laugh. A real man can get it up without the help of a pretty blue pill. A real man can fuck a woman all night long with minimal down time. Areal man can fuck in any position because his dick won’t fall out of my pussy. A real man can cover me in cum. A real man can give me something I can feel.
I do not understand women who say size doesn’t matter. Size is the only thing that matters. I can’t wait to laugh at you; reject you; make you beg and plead ; dress you up; force you to suck cock; deny you; humiliate you; maybe even fuck you in your back door pussy.
If you got a tiny dick, you better not call to fuck me. Access to my hot holes will be denied to anyone with less than 8 inches of solid meat. Know your place loser. And that would be being my sissy, my slave, my cuckold, my pet, my bitch, my fluffer, my clean up boy….
Small Dick Humiliation with Brooklyn: Size Queen’s Revenge
This guy at the gym has been trying to get in my pants for months now. Always trying to help me on the exercise equipment, following me around. Quite pathetic actually. I just could tell he had a teeny weenie. And I have no time for pin dicks. I pulled out my cell phone and showed him a naked picture of myself and said, “Look at that body. Do you think someone as fine as me would waste my time with you?” He looked at me dumbfounded. I assured him the closest he would ever get to my pussy was seeing the pictures on my phone that I send the real guys. He looked so rejected. In some sort of a humiliated huff, he stole my phone and darted out the gym. The fucker stole my phone.
No way I was letting that slide. Some little tiny prick loser was not gonna beat his worthless pecker to my naked pics on my phone. I flirted his info out of the desk clerk and plotted my revenge. I have another cell at home, just not an iPhone. I texted my phone: “Hey, it’s Brooklyn. You got my phone. I want it back. I am sorry I laughed at you. Truth is, I am married and thought if I could push you away, it would make it easier to hide my lust for you.” Took a few hours, but he responded. We texted for awhile and I had that loser convinced I wanted him. Eventually I texted, “You have a phone filled with sexy pics of me, but I have none of you.” Guys will believe anything a hot chick says. That is why women are superior. Men think with their dicks. I got him to take a selfie and send email it to me .
Priceless. Even smaller than I imaged. He was lucky if he had 2 inches. It was not a cock. I texted him back that we should meet up and promised him that I would change his world if he just gave me back my phone. Dumb dumb bumb man. How do you tiny dick weenies think women like me would ever fuck you? I wanted my phone, not his worthless pecker. He met me, handed it right back and took off his clothes. Wow, that was easy and going to be fun. Once I had my phone back I let out a litany of insults. Pencil dick, needle dick, Lincoln Log, Tootsie Roll, Tiny Tim, twig and berries, teeny weenie, clit stick, baby dick, dickette, cockette, small fry, little Johnny…. I went on and on screaming at him.
He started to cry. He actually cried. I told him to wake up and live in reality. In reality, hot women don’t waste their time with small pricks. I simply explained that he belonged in panties because my clit was bigger than his baby dick. I had posted the pic he sent me on showyourtinydick.com and showed him all the responses. He was completely humiliated. I am unapologetic for being a size queen. I know I deserve big cock. I am also unapologetic about humiliating a pin dick, especially one who has the audacity to steal my phone and the stupidity to think I would fuck him.
Life is too short to waste my time on tiny dicks. No women should waste their time on a short stack.
Submissive Phone Sex with Cassandra: I am no Goddess
More times than not, men mistake me for a Goddess. I am tall, blonde, beautiful, buxom, intoxicating. I get it. But never judge a book by its cover. I am a Goddess in appearance only. The true me is a total submissive whore for you to use how you see fit. Nothing is off limits with me. I want a master not a lover. I want to be controlled, not be free. I want to be used , not spoiled. I want to worship not be worshiped. I don’t want to be dominate, I want to be dominated. I don’t want a relationship, I want an ownership. I crave a sadistic relationship, not a romantic one. I want to wear a collar, not a necklace, to suggest you own me, not that you love me. I need you to hit me, not caress me. I need to feel pain, not love. I need to feel humiliated, not proud.
I don’t want to be smothered with love, but smothered by a pillow, your pillow. Don’t hug me, hang me. Don’t kiss me, kick me. Don’t put me on a pedestal, put me in a cage. Don’t adore me, whore me out. Don’t cater to me, cut me. Don’t buy me gifts, burn me with your cigarettes. Don’t make love to me, fuck me. Don’t make me cum, cum on me. Don’t fondle me, fist me. Don’t tease me, deny me. Don’t save me, scar me.
I want a dark, sick, twisted relationship based on ownership, control and pain. Spank me. Spit on me. Hate me. Slap me. Bruise me. Torture me. Mutilate me. Degrade me. Hog tie me. Suspend me. Beat me. Do I sound like a goddess? Of course not, because I am a slave, a bitch, a whore, a victim, a submissive. I will never me a goddess, a girlfriend, or a lover. Because I was born to serve, born to worship, born to be used. And, I will serve you however you deem fit. My pain is your pleasure Master. I am waiting to be used and abused.