I am a phone dominatrix and I love it. I am a take charge kind of woman. I always have been. In college, I never let men get aggressive with me. I never dated men with small dicks either. I did not come from money. I had a full scholarship to Carnegie Mellon in Pittsburgh. I have a master’s degree in Psychology. Even though room and board and tuition were covered, I needed spending money. I answered an ad in the 90s in the back of this local magazine. They were looking for fetish models and I was confident in my curves and big tits. That photo gig led me to a career as a professional dominatrix. And that led me to sissy training because subs and sissies are cut from the same cloth. I love being a sissy trainer. I am dominant and I am a nurturer too. I have a mean streak, but I am only mean when provoked. Most sissies and subs are obedient. Where my mean streak rears its ugly head is when a small dick loser does not know his place.
I met Peter at a bar. I sized him up quickly and knew he was not worth my energy. He did not want to take no for an answer, so I brought him home. He thought he was going to get lucky with me. He did get lucky, just not with me. Before we got to my house, I texted a 911 to my favorite black Alpha man, Tyresse. He loves helping me open the eyes of tiny dick losers. Peter was not having it when Tyresse came out with his vine swinging between his legs. I told Peter if he was at least half as big as my stud, I would fuck him. I knew there was no way Peter was 6 inches. He was more like three inches. Pathetic. Loser. I told Tyresse to fuck him. I watched with glee as Tyresse forced his monster cock in Peter’s pansy ass. Peter left crying. Poor loser. I tried to tell him to get lost. It was his persistence that got his ass fucked. I am a size queen and a BBC sissy trainer. I have no time for delusional men with pin dicks.