I only offer up my precious time to submissive men, the kind that have been searching long and hard for a Sexy dominatrix like me. My latest pet was very good at worshipping the ground I walked on, he didn’t even talk back to me and never spoke unless spoken to. He was always a perfect cuckold, cleaning my pussy of all the cum the real men left behind. Never in a million years would a pathetic loser cuck get a real chance with someone as powerful and sexy as I am! It’s laughable to me, that these tiny dicked bitches try their best to change my mind. That’s not how this works you give me your money and I do whatever I want to you, obviously. I always get my way, keep that in mind. Groveling at my feet, becoming my toilet, my pain slut, my cum cleaner, and my sissy slut to dress up too. As long as I’m degrading men, I’m happy!
His Voice quivered, “You Don’t have to be so mean CJ.” I was giggling because he just didn’t have what it took to fuck me. I had been to the fancy French restraint and I had been shopping at Bloomingdales and even got to drive the Benz. But I wasn’t letting him fuck me. I was , but then I decided tonight would be the night I made him work for his own cum load. I had a pretty pink toy and my silk sheets felt so good against my skin as my pearl necklace dangled. I would see him get close to climax and yell for him to stop! He would get so upset and accuse me of trying to wake the whole Condo floor. I giggled as I came again, and promised him if he started all over I would let him cum this time and even lick my coed pussy.
He needed sissy humiliation. He was about 5’2. I towered over him. He was a small man. He was not handsome or rich. He had nothing to offer me but amusement. He wouldn’t go away, so I made him work for my attention. I had invited him over but he lied to me. He was a Tinder date but it was not his picture he used. He duped me and thought it would be no big deal. I had him put on the panties I was wearing. The loser didn’t even question it. He just put on the panties. So, I told him to dance for me too. OMG. He gave me the white man’s overbite dance. He was pitiful. I couldn’t stop laughing. He didn’t realize I was laughing at him. He thought this was foreplay or something. Shameful pathetic loser. I put a wig on him. I put makeup on him and I even made him wear a dress. It was forced feminization that made him realize this was not some sort of weird foreplay. I thought he was going to cry. I almost felt bad for a moment, then I was like this loser thought he had a shot with me. This loser lied to me. I told him if I was mistaken about his cock size, I would fuck him. That was how certain I was that he had a small dick. I told him if he measured over 5 inches soft or hard, I’d fuck him. No way he was even close. He seemed really confident that he had what I needed. He pulled the panties down, and I measured a 3-inch hard dick. Pathetic. Loser. I just laughed and laughed and he cried and cried. I kept his clothes and sent him home in his new sissy outfit. He is someone else’s problem now.
I have been craving a sissy to dominate. I want a sissy who will do whatever I say, whenever I say it. But, sadly, I have yet to find the perfect sissy.
It’s not like I want to hurt you…that much. I just want to dress you up in the finest of clothing, the frilliest of frilly lingerie and have you be my perfect, pretty, little slave.
Whether it is dressing you up and parade you around like the pretty princess you are. Or, it’s putting a choke collar on you along with a leash.
I can humiliate you and degrade you, yet still make you feel loved. Let me be your destruction and one and only desire in life. Once you’ve had a taste, you’ll never want to leave.
I want to tease and please my little pet over, and over, and over again. Let me spoil you with pleasure or torture you until you are about to explode. Either one is fine with me. I am just in such a giving mood.
But I warn you, I can become addictive. So, will you indulge in a little one on one with a Goddess?