Princess Sari thinks it’s hilarious that you subscribe to Humiliatrix.com. She intends on taunting your fetishes and tickling your stiffy – just to turn you into her throbbing, blubbering, blueballed, sleep-deprived, worship-stroking fool-for-princess. Will she let you spit the puppy squirts at her pretty toes? Or will she tease you to the brink only to mercilessly flick it with her fingernail as she giggles at your distress?
HE does it down her throat with a fistful of her hair. YOU do it in your fist wiff a handful of tissues! BWAH HA!!! Just ‘cuz provocative brat Princess Isobel lets her stud-bull boyfriend dominate her, doesn’t mean a widdle dork like you has a chance of being anything but her stammering, panty-sputtering, out-of-luck cuckywuck. This hyper-articulate bad girl humiliatrix is going to force you to experience what separates the men from the mama’s boys.
“WHAT are you doing in my bedroom, you little wuss!?!” When Princess Tiffani catches you on the verge of making a worship puddle in her panties, you know you’re going to be humiliated. The only question is how. Will she spank you? Lock you into a chastity cage? Or will she farce you to spit it out for her while she laughs at you, ridicules you, and snaps pictures of you… so she can show all her girlfriends just what a hopelessly pathetic little pervert you are.
With just one sneer, stunning Princess Remi has your little package locked and leashed in the palm of her pretty hand. Lose your illusions, puppy pants: Remi intends on enslaving you to her charms just so she can exploit your embarrassing weakness for demanding daddy’s girl diva-brats: you’re about to be humiliated at a crowded shopping mall… ridiculed and ripped a new one in front of her sorority sisters… and emasculated in her bedroom… Meet your new owner: Princess Remi.
Princess Sari is in a potentially sticky situation. She’s promised her real-man boyfriend a beejay, but doesn’t want to muss her perfect hair and makeup. So Sari’s gonna get her boyfriend drunk and tart you up in her lipstick, lingerie and perfume — and then farce you to wear the pink kneepads. If you can suck and swallow like you truly love it? Sari might send you home with a special surprise of your own, one that’s as humiliating as the cuckold-flavored protein shake you’re about to gag down.
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?
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?
After a night of hot hard sex with your boss, Princess Genni decides to turn you into their sissy slave. She taunts you, flaunts her body in your face, farces you into sissy panties and lays down a set of emasculating house rules – including a degrading, emasculating act you have to perform on yourself every time she has sex with your boss. It’s time to put on your panties for Princess… and prepare for your ultimate humiliation. Weakling.
In her knee socks and plaid skirt, Princess Danielle knows you’d be willing to go to any extreme to oink out the piggy squirts at her pretty feet. Like crawl on all fours. Grunt. And stick your snout in the filthiest places. If you can impress Danielle with what a dirty disgusting pig you are? Maybe she’ll let you pull your pigtail. Or maybe she’l just send you home brownnosed and blueballed, as she laughs at what a pathetic fool you are.
What’s a girl to do with a pecker as puny as yours? Sprinkle it with powder, squirt it with lotion, and tease it to the brink as she “rubs it in” with gobs and globs of emasculating ga-ga goo-goo talk. Aww! Does da widdle sissy want to make a creamie for Miss Kendra? Maybe she’ll let you, maybe she’ll just bring you to the brink and giggle at your distress, as she ties a pink ribbon around your waffable widdle wee wee.
