“You are sooo disgusting! You look like a dork, act like a dope and you smell like a filthy jizz puddle. Yick. What a pathetic pervert you are. Why don’t you pretend you’re fucking my tits and hump your pillow while I laugh at you and humiliate you? I bet you won’t last even two minutes, pillow fucker…”
“It’s funny to think I once considered hooking up with you. Until I got to know you. Your wimp-ass personality. Your tiny cock. Now I just use you. To worship my feet and kiss my ass. To get me wet. Before my boyfriend comes over. That’s all you get, wussy. You can jerk into your fist while he’s fucking me…”
“All it takes is a push-up bra, a low-cut blouse and the chance of a nip slip to get the drool spilling down your face and the pre-cum sputtering in your pants. It’s time to put you into the titty trance, little man. Because once Princess Becky booby traps you, I can do anything I want with you…”
“I warned you that there would be severe consequences if I ever caught you with my panties again. And look at you! Caught red handed! You’re getting spanked, panty pervert. But before I punish you across my knee, you’re going to rid yourself of every drop of filth as I chastise and shame you…”
“Get down on your hands and knees, wussy. I’m giving you the privilege of worshiping the bottom half of Princess Remi, from the bottom of my boots, to my silk-shrouded toes, all the way up my sexy legs to the precipice of my perfect ass. I expect to hear lots of begging and pleading along the way…”
“Would you like a kiss from Princess Tiffani? On the lips? You would? Close your eyes… HA HA! You ridiculous little dreamer. The only way I’d French kiss a loser like you is if I was swishing around a fresh hot load of my alpha boyfriend’s cum in my mouth. Lucky for you, he’s coming over for a blow job. Right now…”
“I have decided to take over as your therapist. Rather than cure you, I intend on making your most embarrassing fetishes even more crippling, until all Dr Vika has to do is snap my fingers to turn you into my puppet. As helpless as the high heeled shoe dangling from the open-toe of my exquisitely stockinged foot…”
