I’m Miss Rita, and I’ve caught you red-handed, you pathetic little pervert. So now Panty Boy Phone Sex is your destiny. So, there you are, rifling through my lingerie drawer. All while touching yourself through those stolen panties you’ve been hiding in your room.
So, I yank you out by your ear and drag you to the living room. Ultimately, making you stand there in nothing but those tiny pink panties. The ones you’ve been stretching with your worthless little bulge.
First, I call in my pageant princesses—my sweet little angels who know exactly how to handle naughty men like you. They giggle and point at the sad excuse for a cock tenting your panties. Then, I make you pull the fabric down slowly, exposing that tiny, shriveled thing you dare to call a penis. Now, the girls burst into laughter, covering their mouths while their eyes stay fixed on your humiliation.
Next, I grab my ruler and slap it against my palm. Ultimately, I make you measure yourself in front of them—two pathetic inches, hard as you’ll ever get. So, I make you repeat after me: “I have a worthless little clitty.” Meanwhile the girls chant it back at you. With their sweet voices cutting deep into your fragile masculinity. Obviously, your face burns crimson, but that tiny nub twitches with shameful excitement.
Then, I order you to parade around the room, while the princesses snap photos with their phones. All while I tell you that these pictures will ensure your complete obedience from now on. So, you’ll buy whatever panties I tell you to buy, wear them whenever I demand, and thank me for the privilege.
Panty Boy Phone Sex is a Privilege
Furthermore, I make you get on your knees and hump my leg like the desperate little dog you are. Consequently, the princesses count your pathetic thrusts. While laughing harder with each one. Then you finally spill your sad little load into those pretty panties. So, I make you pull them off and stuff them into your mouth. Now, you will wear that mess home, and you’ll come back next week for more training.
Finally, I pat your head and remind you that your tiny cock makes you useful for nothing but entertainment. All while my pageant princesses wave goodbye, already planning your next session of degradation.























