To be set free from your chastity cage, you must submit a formal written request to the cruelest Humiliatrix of them all: Ice Queen Rhianna. You will confess your masturbatory desires to Rhianna in explicit, embarrassing detail – with your furled-up cock and balls on display, as she coldly assesses your request. Rhianna decides.
First she started dating other men – and rubbing it in your face. Now your cruel young wife Rhianna is giving you a humiliating ultimatum: you can either move into the guest room and live as her feminized sissy maid, or be gone. What will it be, weakling? A divorce with dignity? Or are you prepared to put on your panties and present the riding crop to your sadistic ice princess?
Rhianna discovers you’ve decided to renounce your secret sissy side, so she strips you of your pants and your ridiculous real-man pretensions. You’re going right back into pink frilly punishment panties, little miss sassy. Then you’re going to fill your panties with sissy obedience squirts under the icy stare of your cruel goddess – to prove to Rhianna that she controls you.
Surprise, surprise. At your computer again, preparing to slime your screen as you gaze upon the visage of Perfect Princess Rhianna. Don’t you know that Rhianna has nothing but disgust and ridicule for the way you fill your fist with futility squirts for her? Are you going to man-up – or prove once again you’re just a pathetic little pig. Well?
Princess Rhianna puts on a negligee and summons you to her bedroom – not to please you, idiot. Rhianna wants you to see what you can’t have, as she cuts you down, lacerates your ego and ruthlessly details all your deficits, failures and weaknesses, right to your face. Rhianna challenges you to prove that you’re something more than a feeble fistfucking dork. LOL. Well?
You. Pathetic. Dreamer. When Goddess Rhianna discovers you’ve soiled her panties with a feeble expression of your unrequited lust, Rhianna’s resolve is swift and severe. An emasculating dressing down leads to the ‘strip and present’ command. You are about to be shamefully exposed and mercilessly punished by a key-dangling ice princess whose beauty is matched only by the depths of her cruelty.
It makes Princess Rhianna laugh. How you pout and seethe with jealousy when her real-man boyfriends come to date her, and you get sent home with a snap of your sissy panties and a stiff throbbing stubby. Poor cucky. But just WHO is it that you’re jealous of? Are you jealous of Rhianna’s boyfriends? Or are you SISSY jealous? Jealous of your mistress. Her feminine curves. Her pouty lips. How she keeps her men satisfied. Hmm Sisssssy?
She crushed your ego in front of the cheerleaders back then and now she’s going to destroy you again – unless you can prove to cruel Princess Rhianna, the dom prom queen of your sticky wet dreams, that you’re no longer a snot-nosed, stammering little geek with a stubby pencil poking up in your pants and a Rhianna worship shrine in your room. So what will it be? Are you a man or still just a panty-sniffing, Rhianna-wanna-be worship stroker? Huh, dork?
You are so ridiculous. All the sales women at the lingerie boutique see you pawing around the panties. Now you’ve been cornered and caught by the store sales manager, elegant Princess Rhianna. Prepare to be exposed and embarrassed as the simpering sissy you so clearly are. All your blushing, stammering, blubbering and begging won’t stop strict, severe Rhianna from stripping you of your silly masculine pretense and putting you in your proper place: a pair of frilly sissy panties.
Ice Princess Rhianna knows you can’t help but adore her. She intends on teasing you into a state of helpless aroused agony, so that she can smirk at your distress and coldly remind you of her absolute unattainability to a sad, pathetic nobody like you. Will your Ice Princess take pity on you? Or will she abruptly dismiss you – with a cold contemptuous sneer – sending you home with a broken heart, crushed ego and throbbing erection?
