Ready for a rude reality check? Here’s the deal, dorky: Superbitch Brandi is going to strip you of your masculine illusions by putting you through one of her workouts. And if you can’t keep up with her like a man, she’s going to farce you reach into your panties “to do your sissy workout” for her instead. So what’s it gonna be, wimp, pumping iron like a man or pulling your peepee and piddling your panties as Brandi giggles at you?
When Humiliatrix Brandi catches you drooling over her at the gym she proceeds to lay waste to your ego, trashtalking your “pencil arms” and “tiny package,” proclaiming for everyone to hear that “your kind of workout involves hand lotion, sissy panties and porno,” and then (just in case you were wondering, loser) loudly informing you that you have “no chance” of dating her as she bursts out laughing in your face.
Who controls that little worm in your pants, you or me? Wanna find out? You better not watch me, weakling, cuz I’m gonna fuck with your fetishes and snake charm your little cock until I’ve got your blueballs firmly in the palm of my pretty little hand. I’m not going to stop until you are broken down, defenseless, and completely addicted to me. Then we can really have some fun together. Isn’t that right, my little puppydawg?
Hey sugardaddie, wanna play hooky from work to take me shopping for bikinis and hi heels today? Of course you do, you stuttering old drool bucket! But if you wanna be my fool and make the drool, you’ve gotta play by my rules. I lay down the humiliating rules you’re gonna hafta follow if you want to be my shopping slave. Don’t forget to bring your credit cards! You can leave your boxer shorts, your dignity and your self-esteem at home.
