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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.

It won’t stop :(

That jerk William somehow got pictures to blackmail me with. There were pictures of me in class with my legs uncrossed with no panties like Mr.Thompson ordered me too, but he also got pictures from the nightmare inside the boy’s bathroom. I was mortified, now I have two people to take orders from.
I thought about telling Mr.Thompson, I just didn’t want to be a tattle tale and I also didn’t want to make William angry either or even possibly disappoint Mr. Thompson. I was being spineless, but I wanted to avoid any further humiliation.
Mr. Thompson had eased up on his punishments a bit, so that was good. For now, he was happy with no panties and the new task of sucking his cock before school started in the morning. I was more worried about what things William would have me do ( or do to me ) now because he was much more sadistic . He told me I had to meet him at the abandoned playground after school so all day I was anxiously dreading the last bell.
The time came for me to accept my punishment from William. I was trembling as I walked up the hill, through the patch of woods that lead to the old playground. There was still a jungle gym and the frame of the swing sets minus the swings. From the frame there was a rope hanging tied into a noose. William must really hate me or even want me dead if he’d do a thing like that! I started to cry a little, but I could hear someone approaching from behind me so I thought it wise to wipe them away to avoid any further punishment or embarrassment. Time to get what I deserve, like a big girl.
He demanded that I place the noose tightly around my neck, tight enough to hurt me, and that he would check. If it wasn’t done up to his standards he assured me there would be hell to pay. I was frightened, but did as I was directed. The noose was tight, but it didn’t hurt me yet I only acted like it did because I could see the other end of the rope in William’s hands so I knew it would hurt me very soon.
He pulled on the rope, cutting off my air while at the same time jamming his cock unlubricated into my ass. I attempted to scream, but it was impossible. I could hardly make a sound other than gagging. Just as I felt as if my eyes would pop out of my head and everything was going dark he released me for a few minutes. He still held the other end of the rope so I knew it was a matter of time before he’d pull it again.
I was terrified awaiting him to cut my breath off again and of course as soon as I got comfortable he cut it off again. He went right back to fucking my ass and sometimes alternating between my ass and my frightened wet pussy.
This time everything did go black, but slowly. I felt myself getting weaker and weaker until my body went completely limp. The next thing I remember I was on the ground grabbing my throat again, gasping for air. His hard pink cock was pointed directly at my face, I started to cry again. I couldn’t control it. He shot his cum directly onto my tears and rubbed  his cum into my face with his cock.
He left me alone on the ground like last time with the noose still around my neck.

I have to find a way to hide what happened because no one can ever know about this.

Drowning

I didn’t wear panties like Mr. Thompson asked, I was worried someone would notice and they did.
This annoying boy William who sits in the front row of my English class looked back and saw up my skirt. I uncrossed my legs because I wasn’t thinking. My face turned red when I realized he noticed. After class, he walked up to me in the hallway and told me to meet him in the boys bathroom otherwise he’d tell everyone what a huge slut I am.
I couldn’t let anyone know so I did as I was told. As soon as I walked through the bathroom door he slammed my head into the sink, he had filled it with water so it was like he was trying to drown me. The water was so cold and he was too strong for me to get away. When I felt as though I couldn’t take anymore, he lifted my head out of the water only to push it back down again.
He lifted my skirt and jammed his fingers inside me while I struggled under the water in the sink. He lifted my head out so I could catch a few desperate breaths, then put me under again. This time he slipped his cock inside me and pumped away while I fought to stay alive. He took my head out again, told me again that I was a filthy little slut, and pushed his cock into my ass before my head went back into the water.
At this point I was fairly certain that I was going to die. Everything was getting dark and I felt light headed. I couldn’t struggle nearly as much as I wanted to because it caused me to loose too much air. I don’t even think I could put up much of fight anyway because had little strength left.
Finally, he let out a loud moan and I could feel his cum squirt all over my ass. He rubbed it in with his cock and let my head go. I immediately dropped to the floor gasping and coughing, he just walked away without saying anything like nothing ever happened.
I walked to my next class with my hair wet and trembling, I didn’t say a word to anyone about what happened. I deserved it and I knew it.

Submissive Phone Sex with Cassandra: Bathroom Whore

I didn’t know his name. It didn’t really matter. He could tell by looking at me what kind of girl I was. He pulled me in the men’s room, in one of the stalls and shoved me down on his cock.  Grabbed my blonde hair and forced me down on his cock repeatedly. He told me I was his bitch. He was correct. I am any man’s bitch and the right men know this. I was gagging on his cock. Eyes bulging, eyes watering, drooling, choking…..he didn’t stop. He was getting off on my discomfort, my pain. I thought I was going to vomit on his cock. He came down the back of my throat and I was relived. It was over. But it wasn’t. He stood up, grabbed my hair and shoved my face in the toilet. He told me I deserved a whore’s bath.

Then he left. I was on the floor in the bar bathroom with my hair wet and smelling like piss and cum. Makeup smeared all over my face, feeling used. I started to get up and attempt to clean myself up when several men entered the bathroom. They heard there was a whore in the bathroom giving out free skull fucks. By the time I was alone again, I had sucked 42 cocks, swallowed a ton of cum and looked like the jizz junkie whore I am.

I was born to serve men. Do with me as you see fit. Your pleasure is all that matters.

Small Dick Humiliation Phone Sex with Brooklyn: Hello Kitty Clitties

My girlfriends and I were out at this new club Monday night and these two older businessmen were hitting on us. They  were in town for a conference and appeared to be loaded. They bought us a bottle of top shelf vodka and had no problem keeping the drinks coming. They invited us back up to their hotel suite for more drinks. Not the most attractive men, but rich so we took a chance they weren’t going to be total creeps.  We were wrong. They came out of the bedroom, after saying they wanted to change clothes, naked. Beer bellies, hairy backs and really small dicks.

We looked at each other and started laughing hysterically. They actually thought we wanted to fuck them. Two old out of shape geezers with small dicks. No way. I explained that I require something I can feel and see! I then suggested they were panties because they each had nothing bigger than a clit. One of them actually tried to get rough with me. I kneed him in the balls. Excuse me, I kneed him in his peanuts. As he was down on the ground, I snapped pics and said, “You both are my bitches now. You don’t want the cops called, you are going to do whatever I say.” They suddenly realized we were rather dominant bitches they could not fuck with.

We left them with very specific instructions if they did not want the cops informed of their bad behavior. Today, I got in the mail a lovely picture of them in Hello Kitty gear and two round trip paid vacations to Vegas for me and my girlfriend. You see Hello Kitty is perfect attire for pussies to wear. And any guy who tries to get rough with a woman is nothing but a pussy. Not to mention their clitties are kitty like lol. They are my newest sissies. Twin sissy girls with lots of money, even better. In order to not having their old pervert asses arrested, they have to send me a new picture every week along with a token  of appreciation  befitting a goddess like me until I get bored with them.

There is nothing I despise more than a self entitled prick who does not understand that size matters. Just because you have a nice bank account and drive a hot car does not guarantee you pussy; at least not premium pussy. If you have a small dick be prepared to be laughed at and humiliated. The size of your wallet means nothing to me; however since I will not drain your worthless balls, I have no problem draining your wallet.  Know your place. I certainly know mine. On a pedestal way above a worthless pin dick loser like you.

Cuckolding Phone Sex with Brookyln and Marissa: Training Our Sissy Brother on Family Vacation

I don’t come from a big family. I have my brother and my sister Marissa. The girls got the looks in the family and the kick ass bodies. Our brother didn’t fare so well.  He has the tiniest dick ever. It’s not even a dick. It’s a clit stick. Our parents are deceased, but as siblings we try to do a family vacation each summer. The three of us went to Aruba this year. Marissa and I love our brother and he is incredibly wealthy. In fact he pays for the vacation every year. But every year he also tries to fuck his sisters.

Marissa and I are both goddesses who understand size matters. We love him, but we can’t fuck him. Regardless of how much money he spends on us. We always tell him he should feel grateful we are even seen with him.  I mean really, he should be. He has a big wallet yes, but that is the only thing big about him.  We were walking around the beach together and he was in a Speedo and I swear even the native islanders were looking at him and shaking their heads. They knew there was nothing in his bathing suit.

On the last night of our family vacation, we all went clubbing. Marissa and I picked up two well hung studs. I mean there was likely 36 inches of pure man between the two of them. We brought them back to the suite to fuck. Marissa and I share real men together on occasion.  And these were two real men. The problem was our brother. He is delusional at times and thinks just because he is family and has money, we will eventually fuck him. We did not want him to ruin our good time, yet we also wanted to send a clear message that small dick guys have their place, it is just not in our pussies.

Marissa and I decided we would make our worthless pecker of a brother watch while we entertained each other  and our two studs. I got him drunk, and we brought him back to the room where Marissa tied him to a chair with her panty hose. We then paraded our studs in front of him. We pulled out their cocks and told him in unison, “This is what we deserve.” His eyes got wide with disbelief. Honestly, I don’t think he thought cocks came that big. Our fuck dates were enjoying the fact that we had him tied up and in girl panties no less.  Marissa’s idea. She told him, “Clit sticks belong in panties.” I thought our brother was gonna die of embarrassment when he saw us swallow those big cocks in front of him. One of the guys said to him, “I hope you didn’t think these hot bitches would waste their time with you.”

He did, but we didn’t. We fucked like porn stars in front of our brother. We took those big dicks in our cunts, mouths and asses. We shared the cocks too as sisters share everything. We even licked the cum out of each other’s pussies telling our brother that real men have tasty cum and big loads. Marissa went to kiss him and spit a little of that man batter in his mouth. He was red from embarrassment.  We fucked our well hung companions and each other all night long. And we made our brother watch and stay tied in that chair. He even peed himself. Such a pathetic sissy.

The next morning after we said goodbye to the real men, we untied our brother. Marissa explained to him that although we loved him, and appreciated the vacation he took us on, he had to understand that as goddesses we have standards and he just doesn’t measure up. We were prepared for an onslaught of sissy histrionics, but he said he got it. Seeing those big thick cocks and how well they fucked us, made him understand our worth, our needs. He promised to never try to fuck us again. In fact he suggested next summer we take a vacation to an island with nothing but big dick so he could watch us get what we deserved all the time. Marissa and I couldn’t believe he was finally seeing the light, but he was.  

Between now and our next sibling getaway, he promised to learn about fluffing. Turns out he wants to help us get the cock and pleasure we deserve. Our brother is now not only our sissy bitch, but our wing man on family trips. He promised to help guide big cocks to us and in us! This may have been the best family vacation ever.

Ass Worshipping Phone Sex with Sheila: My Ass Smells Like Roses

I have a nice healthy ass worthy of worshipping. Look at it. If you are an ass man, you cannot deny that I have sweet junk in the trunk.  I have a few ass men in my life that love to worship it. One paid me a visit today and he believes I am so fucking hot that my shit smells like roses. What a pathetic loser. But, I let him worship my ass because he pays me handsomely for the pleasure  of my ample backside.  When he arrives, I give him a show. I twerk that ass better than Miley Rae. Then I peel my cheeks apart and  let him motor boat my ass. He can have his nose in my rose bud for hours. He loves the way it smells. He loves burying his face into my luscious ass, feeling my cheeks press against his face.

Then we move to the patio and practice a few different moves. There is the Sandwich. I lay on my stomach  with my ass upwards.  He then proceeds to bury his face in my ass. Now, occasionally, my hubby is around to push his face harder into my ass, almost suffocating him. Then there is the against the wall move, where he sits up against the wall and I back my ass right on up smothering his face.

The next ass worshipping move we practice is the Crab. He  lies on the floor, facing upwards. I  bend backwards, so my feet and hands are on the floor, and stomach is facing the ceiling. It’s a back bend essentially; and then I rub my ass all over his face, smothering him some more. The final move is my favorite. I call it the Prayer. He gets down on his knees and inserts his face into my ass and worships at my fine temple.  After hours of smelling my ass, I order him to jack his cock off on my ass cheeks and lick it off.

Like I said, I have a nice ass worthy of worship. My preference is to fuck, but if some loser wants to pay me $2,000 for a couple hours of licking and worshipping my ass, well I’m not gonna say no. That’s a hell of a lot of shoes. You an ass man? Well, I can always use more ass slaves. I have expensive taste.

Small Dick Humiliation Phone Sex with Brooklyn

Last night I went out clubbing with some of my gal pals. There was this group of guys swarming around us like vultures. They kept telling us they had what we needed. They were investment brokers. All drove BMWs, wore Rolexes and were buying bottles of Cristal and paying with their American Express gold cards. I can see through that kind of over compensating behavior. I married money. I drive a Lexus. I have expensive jewelry. I don’t want for anything. Expect big cock. These guys had hit my ceiling for annoying. I mean if a guy is stupid enough to spend all sorts of money on me and my girlies buying us drinks and shots, well that is his problem. Spending money is not a guarantee of sex.  The only thing that guarantees a guy gets to fuck me, is a big cock. Talking 10 inches of pure hard meat means we going to fuck. 8-9 inches of thick meat is a pretty sure thing, but not a guarantee. Anything under 8 inches, well you ain’t getting shit from me, but giggles.

These dudes were trying to get us to go home with them. So, I chimed in. I explained, if we were going to go home with them, we needed to know they could satisfy us. I instructed then to line up and pull their cocks out from largest to smallest. They thought I was kidding I insisted that if we didn’t see the goods then no fucking. Well, they whipped out their peckers and just as I thought worthless. Biggest one was 5 inches at best. My girlies and I giggled. I thanked them for the drinks and suggested they buy some panties for their little girly pee pees. They looked dumbfounded.

I do not get why guys with small peckers  think they can fuck me? I don’t need anything from a guy but a big hard cock. So let me be clear again, the size of your dick depends on how he play. So if you call me and say you got what I need, you better  be packing serious heat or your pecker doesn’t get near me. Be prepared for laughter and humiliation if you lack what I require.