Are you alone this Thanksgiving? Maybe you could use some phone sex therapy and some company? I will be available on and off all day since we cannot do a huge family gathering in the age of Covid, it will be just me and my daughter. She loves listening in on my calls. She is in college following her mother’s footsteps. She wants to be a sex therapist too. I was worried about her for a few years because she dated losers. I mean tiny dick men with attitudes that did not match their tiny cock size. I had to have a come to Jesus talk with her. No daughter of mine is wasting her time and talents on losers. I raised her with standards. Now, she is a cuckolding mistress and master of small cock humiliation. She brought home this guy last night. She brought him home for me. Well, not in the way you think. She did not bring him home for me to fuck. She brought him home to shame. Some lonely hearts guy by himself for the holidays. She met him at Jamba Juice. He hit on her when he was clearly not in her league. He thought she really was bringing him home to fuck. He was shocked to find her mother there. He was so delusional that his first thought was that he was going to tag team a hot mommy and daughter. He got naked and we laughed. It was not the kind of mother daughter tag team he was expecting. My daughter wanted to show off how far she has come since those days of dating losers. I was so proud of her. We put that love sick puppy in his place. He was not prepared for the litany of verbal abuse he received, but we enjoyed it. He got a parting gift. Some of our dirty panties. That is the closest a shrimp dick loser will ever get to me or my daughter’s hot shaved wet pussy.
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Femdom Phone Sex Mistress
Why are you still standing on your feet, loser? Get down on your knees right now. You should have been there already and now you’ve started out this femdom phone sex with me being upset with you. I guess you haven’t been properly taught how to be a submissive pet, but that’s about to change. You’re going to be whatever I want you to be, do whatever I want you to do, and you will never tell me no. If you want me to be your Mistress, you will agree to my rules. If not, you can just go jerk your pathetic cock in a corner by yourself like you usually do.
It really is a privilege to serve me. You don’t deserve me, but I’m being kind enough to give a loser like you a chance. But you need to stay in your
lane and know your place. You need to make a good impression on me and keep me happy at all times. Do you think you can do it? I guess we’ll see. If you’re brave enough to call me, get on with it. I don’t like being kept waiting. Call my number and tell me that you’re ready to serve your new Mistress.
Sissy Humiliation: You Cannot Catfish a Size Queen
Some men need sissy humiliation. I got cat fished on Tinder. I thought that only happened to men, lol. The guy I swiped right for was a 22-year-old beef cake boy with a 9-inch cut cock. What showed up was a 42-year-old loser. He thought I would not catch that bait and switch? Even blind, I would know he was not what I wanted. He made the mistake of assuming because of this virus, that I was somehow desperate. Never. I am a sexy woman. I have standards than have not changed just because of this virus. I lured him upstairs. He thought we were going to fuck, but I had other plans. He needed some tough love and some phone sex therapy. I put him in my closet. He needed to be in girly clothes. He was no man. I was taller than him. He was like 5’3 tops because I am 5’5. He told me big things come in small packages and I called bullshit on him. He whipped out a clit. He had a three-inch nub. My pinky finger could give me more pleasure than his pickle. I laughed so hard; I almost peed my panties. I told him to put on a pair of pink panties. Small dick humiliation was not his thing, but I did not care because he duped me. He was in MY house under false pretenses and I was mad. I was disappointed and pissed off, and he felt my wrath. I made him prance around in panties. I even put him in heels and gave him a make-up lesson. Fucking pussy. He was better looking feminized. He was not a man. Once I got him liquored up, he lost the bravado he had. I think he just gave up trying to fuck me because I stood my ground. Maybe he was just indulging me or perhaps he just needed some forced fem fun. Either way, he has a whole new image now.