“Why are you wasting time on those dating sites? You know you have zero chance of hooking up with someone as super-hot as me. So. Why don’t you get real with yourself and devote yourself to your true destiny: being Princess Ashleigh’s anonymous internet chastity puppet…”
“WHAT are you doing in my room, dork!? Why are my panty bottoms scattered all over? And what the fuck were you about to do with my body lotion? EEEW! Gross! You disgusting little reject! Now you’re going to finish what you started as I stand here and laugh at you and taunt you. Do it. NOW!…”
“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…”
“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…”
“You don’t get to fuck me. I brought you into my bedroom just to humiliate you more severely than I do at work; to strip you of your manhood completely and make you swallow your pride. Power makes my pussy wet. And I’ve got all the power in this relationship. As you are about to learn. Open your mouth…”
“Your ejaculations are like the droppings of a disgusting little animal. Which is why I keep you locked in chastity. For the few minutes each month I let you out of your cage, you can’t help but paw at yourself, can you, puppet? The meaner I am to you, the more you yearn to demonstrate your helpless devotion to me….”
“You came to Humiliatrix hoping one of the Princesses would have mercy on you and let you cum? Okay, dumb dumb. Get on your back, lift your hips and pull down your shame panties for Princess Becky. You’re going to fuck your own face and swallow, exactly the way I instruct you to…”
“Did your Valentine’s date reject you? Did she send you home sniffling back the tears and feeling sowwy for yourself? Aww. Poor crybaby loser. Why don’t you slip into a pair of sissy reject panties for Princess Becky. You can have a good cry, suck your thumb, and cream your panties with consolation cummies for Becky…”
“Just to make your blueballs ache even worse, I decided to stage a fashion show — in your face. I’m going to preen, prance and do a jiggle dance to increase the pain inside your pants. HA HA! Tell me, droolyface, which of my devastating looks makes your penis prison hurt the worst? Let’s find out, shall we…?”
