Humiliation Phone Sex; You Are The Best a Ruined Man

I’m Mistress Addilyn, and today’s pathetic specimen for Humiliation Phone Sex is Joe. Ultimately, he’s a whimpering sissy who thinks frilly panties make him a woman.

Therefore, he kneels before me in my dungeon. With his cocklet barely visible through the lace, soft and useless.

Therefore, I grab his hair and yank his head back. Ultimately, forcing him to look up at me with those wide, fearful eyes.

Furthermore, ultimately degrading him :“You disgust me, sissy. Look at you—all dressed up like a cheap whore. But you don’t even have a real pussy to offer. Just a shriveled nub and a hole that craves cock.”

Now, he trembles as I let go of his hair, then I snap my fingers. “Open your mouth. This is the only purpose you serve.” Of course, he obeys, tongue out, and I spit into his mouth. “Swallow.” He does, whimpering.

Next, I pull out a thick, black dildo from my toy chest. Consequently, it’s ten inches and ribbed. “You’re going to learn to take this like the cockslut you are. No hands. Just your throat.” Obediently, he shakes his head, but I slap him hard across the face, leaving a red mark. “You don’t get to say no, faggot. You’re mine.”

Next, I force the dildo past his lips and down his throat. So, he gags, tears streaming, but I hold it there. Thus, count thirty seconds before pulling it out. Whereas then it is covered in his drool. “Good. Again. And again. Until you can deepthroat without gagging.”

After a dozen repetitions, his mouth is a bit sore and tight. So, I make him lick the dildo clean, then I pull down his frilly panties and expose his tiny, hairless clitty. “Look at this pathetic thing. Hardly even a cock. Then I slap it with a rider’s crop.

Moreover, you don’t deserve to cum. Ever.” Then I press my boot heel against his testicles, feeling them shrink. “But I’ll let you clean up my strap-on after I fuck you. That’s the closest you’ll ever get to real pleasure.”

Next, I bend him over my knee, pull down his panties, and spank his pale ass until it’s cherry red. He cries like a little girl, and that’s exactly what he is. My sissy girl, therefore, my faggot.

When I’m done, I leave him on the floor, sobbing, his panties wet with tears and spit. He’ll be back tomorrow. They always are.