Cunning Miss Kendra weakens your real-man resolve with her lace-top stockings, her see-thru lingerie and her sexy heels. She teases your worthless little stiffy until you break down and admit that you’re a feeble, pathetic wanna-be sissy. Armed with the power to expose and destroy you, Miss Kendra forces you to complete an emasculating public humiliation assignment, involving a tube of red lipstick and a silky pink ribbon.
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.
It makes Princess Rhianna laugh. How you pout and seethe with jealousy when her real-man boyfriends come to date her, and you get sent home with a snap of your sissy panties and a stiff throbbing stubby. Poor cucky. But just WHO is it that you’re jealous of? Are you jealous of Rhianna’s boyfriends? Or are you SISSY jealous? Jealous of your mistress. Her feminine curves. Her pouty lips. How she keeps her men satisfied. Hmm Sisssssy?
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?
Tease Princess Isobel wants to play a sinister little game with you, weakling, to see just who controls that little joystick inside your pants. To see who can make it stiffen on a whim… to see who can make it throb with agony… to see who can make it cry like a baby. You’re about to learn exactly who it is that controls your pathetic little pecker: Cruel Princess Isobel. She can make it stiffen. And she will make you suffer.
Princess Isobel knows what happens to your little pecker when she traces her fingers along the silky muff and lace gathers of her panties. She intends on turning your pathetic panty weakness into an emasculating obsession that becomes a crippling addiction. Can you resist her feminine charms? Or will you be up all night tonight, filling Isobel’s dirty panties with your futility squirts, as she mocks you, sneers at you and coaxes you on.
