“WHAT are you doing in my bedroom, you little wuss!?!” When Princess Tiffani catches you on the verge of making a worship puddle in her panties, you know you’re going to be humiliated. The only question is how. Will she spank you? Lock you into a chastity cage? Or will she farce you to spit it out for her while she laughs at you, ridicules you, and snaps pictures of you… so she can show all her girlfriends just what a hopelessly pathetic little pervert you are.
After keeping you caged in chastity for an entire week, Princess Tiffani knows she’s got you exactly where she wants you: panting, gasping, pleading and moaning for your pathetic release, right in the palm of her precum-drenched hand. Ready to be tickled and taunted? Ready to do anything Princess Tiffani commands? No matter how humiliating? Maybe if you deplete her wishlist, she’ll unsnap you from your cage and let you deplete your… your… “Ooh! Oh! P-P-Princess Tiffani!” Beg to make your worship puddle, loser. Go on. Start pleading with your Princess.
You shined her riding boots. You ironed her jodphurs. But, like the simpering imbecile you are, you forgot to ascertain her riding lesson. Now, because of your stupidity, Princess Tiffani is poised in her riding gear, brandishing her riding crop, without a pony to mount. Idiot! Prepare to be stripped, humiliated, beaten, broken and violated by a creatively cruel, dominant young equestrienne, who doesn’t know the meaning of the word “mercy.” Get down on all fours and put the bit in your mouth. Now, you moron.
When Princess Tiffani tells her devious friend Princess Carlotta all about your giggle-worthy weaknesses and fetishes, Carlotta decides to tease and ridicule you by putting you through a game of “this little piggy” — using all twenty of their French pedicured toes! This little piggy is about to become THEIR little piggy — that means YOU, loser. Ready to succumb to the mercy of two wickedly cruel, supremely gorgeous sorority goddesses? Huh, weakling?
You just spent thousands on clothes, shoes and jewelry to adorn her with, in a laughable attempt to impress her. Now Princess Tiffani has you standing in the corner of her bedroom, credit cards drained, your tiny neglected dicklet at full attention. You burn with humiliation as she tells a girlfriend what a pathetic doormat you are. Will Tiffani show mercy on you and toss you one of her ankle socks? Or will she keep you desperate, blueballed and throbbing with frustration?
