Your sorry secret sex life consists of Princess Selena’s cruel commands, your lubed up fist, and a pair of sissy panties. Tonight Selena turns your weakness into an obsession. Got a date with HER tomorrow? TOO BAD. The eve of your anniversary? GOOD. HA HA. Tough luck for her, fist-fucker. Your dumbloads belong to Selena, not her, and your cruel Princess intends on proving it by humiliating you, draining you, depleting you and owning you. All night long.
You know you’re in for an ordeal when drop-dead gorgeous, 19-year-old mall brat Princess Genni is dangling the key to your cock lock. She taps your penis prison with the key in a cruel game of “knock-knock.” She traces the tips of her long fingernails along your aching blueballs, giggling and sneering at your distress. She stares you in the eye and lavishes a lollipop with her devil-girl tongue. If you want your release today, you better beg, plead and do anything your cruel keyholder commands.
Imperiously cruel Ice Princess Rhianna is hiring a sissy slave for the Alpha Delta Humiliatrix sorority house. The pay is zero. You will be subject to a rigorous regime of feminization, along with a set of humiliating rules, including frequent panty inspections. Boy-juice emissions in your sissy panties are strictly forbidden.
Other than shopping for shoes, going to the salon and working on her tan, nothing is more fun to a cruel, controlling Humiliatrix like Princess Britney than making you squirm and suffer. Now that she’s got you down on your knees, with the “teardrops” sputtering off the tip of your trembling, tickle-teased cock, the real fun begins. Just how low will you go to earn the cum command, loser? Maybe if you impress Britney with how far you’re willing to humiliate yourself, she’ll snap her pretty little fingers and let you unleash your worship piddles at her perfectly pedicured feet.
Who controls that little worm in your pants, you or me? Wanna find out? You better not watch me, weakling, cuz I’m gonna fuck with your fetishes and snake charm your little cock until I’ve got your blueballs firmly in the palm of my pretty little hand. I’m not going to stop until you are broken down, defenseless, and completely addicted to me. Then we can really have some fun together. Isn’t that right, my little puppydawg?
Hey sugardaddie, wanna play hooky from work to take me shopping for bikinis and hi heels today? Of course you do, you stuttering old drool bucket! But if you wanna be my fool and make the drool, you’ve gotta play by my rules. I lay down the humiliating rules you’re gonna hafta follow if you want to be my shopping slave. Don’t forget to bring your credit cards! You can leave your boxer shorts, your dignity and your self-esteem at home.
