Dani and Remi know you adore and worship them. Now they command you to PROVE it. You will stay up all nite tonite and create a worship shrine to your goddesses. Plaster the walls of your loser room with screen caps and stills of Dani and Remi from your favorite Humiliatrix videos. Then plaster your fist with luv squirts as your Princesses tease and torment you!
Your job tonite is to get Princess Nikki warm and wet for her boyfriend. That’s right, fluffer boy. Nikki wants leg rubs, ass kisses, pussy licks and boob worship. Be a good warm-up slave and maybe she’ll give you the chance to finish the job like a man! Or maybe she’ll just tease and deny your sputtering boner – and laugh in your face as you j-j-jerk off to her.
Princess Tiffani knows you live to worship her exquisite body. Tiffani wants you to turn your loser room into a worship shrine to her beauty. Plaster your wall with Tiffani pix and screen caps. Then you can plaster your panties with love squirts as Tiffani giggles at how sad you are – and so easy to control. Get busy, puppet!
Rhianna discovers you’ve decided to renounce your secret sissy side, so she strips you of your pants and your ridiculous real-man pretensions. You’re going right back into pink frilly punishment panties, little miss sassy. Then you’re going to fill your panties with sissy obedience squirts under the icy stare of your cruel goddess – to prove to Rhianna that she controls you.
Surprise, surprise. At your computer again, preparing to slime your screen as you gaze upon the visage of Perfect Princess Rhianna. Don’t you know that Rhianna has nothing but disgust and ridicule for the way you fill your fist with futility squirts for her? Are you going to man-up – or prove once again you’re just a pathetic little pig. Well?
When sadistic brat Isobel catches you masturbating in the jerkoff shrine you made to her, you’re as captive as a trinket on her ankle bracelet. Isobel can do anything she wants to you now – like shooting a blackmail video of you jerking off to her. You better do whatever Isobel sez, unless you want a billion giggling girls to see you squirting out the pig snot for Isobel.
Princess Rhianna puts on a negligee and summons you to her bedroom – not to please you, idiot. Rhianna wants you to see what you can’t have, as she cuts you down, lacerates your ego and ruthlessly details all your deficits, failures and weaknesses, right to your face. Rhianna challenges you to prove that you’re something more than a feeble fistfucking dork. LOL. Well?
She crushed your ego in front of the cheerleaders back then and now she’s going to destroy you again – unless you can prove to cruel Princess Rhianna, the dom prom queen of your sticky wet dreams, that you’re no longer a snot-nosed, stammering little geek with a stubby pencil poking up in your pants and a Rhianna worship shrine in your room. So what will it be? Are you a man or still just a panty-sniffing, Rhianna-wanna-be worship stroker? Huh, dork?
Ice Princess Rhianna knows you can’t help but adore her. She intends on teasing you into a state of helpless aroused agony, so that she can smirk at your distress and coldly remind you of her absolute unattainability to a sad, pathetic nobody like you. Will your Ice Princess take pity on you? Or will she abruptly dismiss you – with a cold contemptuous sneer – sending you home with a broken heart, crushed ego and throbbing erection?
Ice Princess Rhianna knows you can’t help but adore her. She intends on teasing you into a state of helpless aroused agony, so that she can smirk at your distress and coldly remind you of her absolute unattainability to a sad, pathetic nobody like you. Will your Ice Princess take pity on you? Or will she abruptly dismiss you – with a cold contemptuous sneer – sending you home with a broken heart, crushed ego and throbbing erection?
