“I love it when guys fight over me. It turns me on. The winner gets a real-man reward. And the loser? The loser gets humiliated, of course. So. My boyfriend found out about you. And he’s on his way over. Are you going to try to impress me? Or are you going to crawl into the closet and hide there like a scared little baby?…”
“You’ve been in the chastity cage for six months of exquisite agony now. I think you’re finally learning to subsume your need to orgasm to my need for high heels and sexy clothes. Your latest shopping devotional to me shows true submissiveness. I’m even moved to contemplate giving you a special reward…”
“I like letting you get close to me so I can use my wet lips and wicked tongue to make you suffer. See the way I wrap my gum around my finger? Just like I’ve got you wrapped around my pinkie, huh, weakling. Now, watch me gloss my lips. Does that make you tremble? Why don’t you ask me for a kiss? Better yet: beg me…”
“I told you to arrange my riding lesson at the stable. A simple enough command. But you couldn’t even do that right. So, you know what? YOU are going to be my pony. I’m going to saddle you, stick a bit in your mouth and crop your hide to shreds as I ride you around in the muck in front of all the equestrienne girls…”
“I’m so pleased with your latest shopping devotional to me that I’ve decided to give you a reward. No, silly, I’m not letting you out of chastity. You can wear my panties over your face while I’m with my boyfriend. I won’t be needing them. The frills and feminine scent will help inspire your next visit to my wishlist…”
“I dangle a shoe from my pretty foot to make you aroused. I dangle your chastity key from my wrist to give you false hope. If I could, I’d shrink you down to the size of a trinket and dangle you from my ankle bracelet. You’re nothing but a pathetic little puppet to me. It’s time for Princess to pull on your strings…”
“Let’s get real. Even if a woman like me went on a mercy date with you, you’d fondle my stockings and blubber in your undies before we even kissed. Admit it: You’re still a virgin and a mama’s boy. Well, loser. I’m feeling merciful. I’ll be your ‘pretend girlfriend’ — if you’re willing to follow my humiliating rules…”
“Men with no self-control disgust me. Look at you in your chastity cage: a flabby, paunchy, pathetic little pansy of a man, slimed in your own drool and precum. Now look at me in my bikini: the definition of feminine perfection. Get on your knees and prepare to hear the unvarnished truth about yourself, imbecile…”
“Your willingness to humiliate yourself at my whim is a source of great amusement to me. How low will you go for Princess? Would you wear a pigsnout, in addition to your pigpen chastity cage? Would you oink like a filthy pig to worship my pretty feet and perfect bottom? Here piggy-piggy…”
“You’ve been a very naughty boy. Are you going to confess? What were you doing with a pair of my panties in your room? What filthy, dirty, forbidden thing were you going to try to do with them? Are you going to tell me the truth? Or am I going to have to make your punishment even worse, for fibbing?”
