My sugar-daddy sure did have a dumb look on his face watching me pick out lacy panties today. I guess he was a little confused as to why I kept choosing lingerie that was clearly too big for me but he knows the drill- Princess Paris knows best!
After putting together quite the collection, I start heading toward the dressing room and I got the wildest idea: Why save humiliating him for when we get back to my place?
The super-hot baby-bitch running the changing area motions for us to tell her how many items I need to try on and that’s when I drop the ball, knowing it’s going to freak her out and absolutely mortify my sugar-sissy. Without skipping a beat, “He has 15 items- and would you mind helping me decide which he should get?”
I get the feeling she’s into it even though her face is showing embarrassment, she snatches up our collection and we edge my darling slave into the changing room. “Come out and show us how they look, ok???” and I’m grinning ear-to-ear because I’m pretty sure I’ve never seen a man’s face this red in all my life, but again my financial-bitch knows the motto: Princess. Paris. Knows. Best.
He walks out wearing a G-string, that I selected on purpose, knowing his silly looking cock would be sticking out the sides and just look hilarious! I can’t hold back my laughter and I ask him, “You like it when girls laugh at you, right? Show us your asshole!” I see the unmistakable look of pleasure-pain come across him, he doesn’t really want us to see his hairy man ass but I need to size him up for dildo-pegging later. He nods and does as he’s told because “Paris knows best” is the law of the land.
Finally more of the girls who work there have shown up to the dressing room to watch my little freak show. I decide he has had enough for now and we make our way to the check out. He suggests for a moment that I must be done for the day, I cut him off and he doesn’t try to argue. My darling pet nods his head while handing me his American Express and recites the golden rule for me one last time: Princess Paris knows best.
Do you really think that a pitiful little bitch boy like you deserves a Goddess like me? Do you think that I should be at your beck and call all day long every single day? Well that is just too fucking bad for you loser cus life doesn’t work out like that ever for a man like you. The only thing I want from you is money, lots and lots of your money… I certainly don’t want that tiny little wannabe dick of yours! That tiny thing isn’t meant for fucking, it’s meant for laughing at and nothing more. Although, I do have one more use for you besides all your money, I can use you as my little clean up boy after I’ve spent a night fucking all kinds of REAL men. You know, the men that are nothing at all like you! I hope you’re ready for this creampie loser, it has your name written all over it!
