Princess Danielle loves to tease you into sissy submission and then use your weaknesses to exploit you, embarrass you and destroy you. You better get on your knees for Danielle unless you want to be blackmailed. You’re going home tonite with a blast of hot jizz in your mouth, down your throat and all over your sissy face.
Can you imagine what it would be like if you were forced to put your caged-up cock and balls on display for a bedroom full of sadistic sorority sisters? Adrina, Mandy and Kat are waiting for you to unzip your pants, fucktard. What do you think they’re going to do to you and your caged-up cock? Afraid of a little public humiliation, huh pussy pants?
HA HA! It’s LOCKDOWN for you, loser! Princess Remi gives you 2 minutes to drain your little wimp stick before she snaps you into cocklock for the next two weeks – or two months, if you act up like a little bitch. Kiss Remi’s butt and let it all out, dweeb. Cuz it’s the last time yer gonna cum for a long long time. Cocklock begins NOW!
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 idiotic fucking drool bucket. Princess Remi knows you adore her perfect ass. Now Remi has come up with a cruel challenge to see just how much of a pathetic little oinkybitch cracksniffing pig you truly are. You get two choices, loser. Choose wrong and you’re going to end up brown nosed, banished and buttface humiliated by a bikini bitch superhottie who loves to degrade losers like you.
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?
