I’m a sick fucking cunt, and I love it. I love being a fucking cunt who gets off on humiliating small-dicked men. There’s something about the look on their faces when they’re forced to acknowledge their inadequacy that just turns me on. So, when my department had a party at my place, I knew it was the perfect opportunity to exercise my newfound kink.
This old, crotchety professor of mine actually showed up, and I couldn’t resist the opportunity to humiliate him. I mean, the guy’s got to be pushing 70, and he’s still got a tiny dick. I was shocked when I found him trying on my panties in my bedroom. The sight of him prancing around in my red panties was too much to bear.
“What the fuck do you think you’re doing, faggot?” I yelled, my voice echoing through the house. He stopped prancing, and I demanded he take off my panties immediately. That’s when I noticed he wasn’t even wearing any underwear. The old man was just standing there with his dick hanging out, looking like a fucking idiot.I laughed so hard I almost cried. “Excuse me, but I guess you need to be wearing panties. That little thing will get lost in boxers,” I said, still chuckling. He looked like a lost puppy, and I knew I had him right where I wanted him.
I ordered him to prance around like a fucking fairy, wearing lipstick, eye makeup, and a pair of my heels. He pleaded with me to stop, but I was having none of it. I sent him back to the party, telling him he was no longer a guest but my sissy maid. “Now go serve my guests whatever they want,” I said, my voice dripping with sarcasm.I felt like the queen of the party, and my clit was bigger than his dick, making me twice the man. The rest of the party was a blur of humiliation and laughter. No one liked this professor, so no one had an issue with making fun of him. I hope he never forgets the night he was forced to wear women’s clothing and serve drinks at my party. It’s a humiliation he’ll never live down, and I fucking love it.