“I luv it when you try to be the boss. It’s so cute! You try to talk tough, but I can see your eyes wandering up my skirt and down my dominatrix boots. Did you notice I’m not wearing panties? Is that why you’re s-s-stuttering? Don’t you know? Panties are for bitch boy bosses. Like these silk and lace panties I got for you-oo…” 10 minutes.
“I wore this outfit to give you a hard-on on the tennis court. And I smashed so many serves into your nutsacks and bruised-up boner that you couldn’t fuck me if I let you try, you impotent wuss. Yep. You lost our match. I won the bet. Which means now I get to humiliate you in private even worse than I did in public…” 10 minutes.
“So, you think you’ve quit drinking and jerking? I think not. I think that when I’m done with you, you’re gonna be sloppy drunk for me – with your dick in your fist, begging to incriminate my panties with your loser DNA… Here, weakling, hold this glass of vodka under your nose while I slip off my panties…” 17 minutes.
“You stink like a dumpster and look like a shit heap. Ugh. No wonder you can only fuck your fist to fake girls on the internet. You’re disgusting. I’d spit in your ugly face, but you’d probably use my drool to jerk off with. If you ever came into my gym, I’d make you grunt and squeal like the fucking oink pig you are…” 8 minutes.
“Hand me my lipstick, wimp. I have a date. With your business rival. We’re going to fuck and laugh at how pathetic you are. That’s right, clueless. He gets my pussy. You get my panties – pulled over your face. You can go to Humiliatrix.com and boo-hoo your cucky cum into your pity panties while I’m riding his big cock…” 4 minutes.
“Ever since the company promoted me over you, you’ve been carrying on like a pouty little brat. Well, Mister Sassy Panties, if you want to keep your job you’re going to learn to leave your macho man attitude at the door. I’m going on a business trip and have decided to bring you along as my sissy secretary…” 4 minutes.
“I will release you from your 21 days of chastity cage agony, ONLY if you agree to be tarted up like a tramp, in full makeup, acrylic nails and a skimpy sissy outfit. So that I can command you to arch your hips, hike up your skirt, pull down your panties and spunk all that cum all over your slut face for Kendra. Well, sissy?…” 7 minutes.
“I decided to expose your secret sissy side to my girlfriends – by signing you up for ballet class! The instructor is sooo mean. She spanks her students and makes them wear these disciplinary heels. But don’t tinkle your panties. I’m gonna prepare you. First we need to insert this sissy plug to help you with your posture…” 6 minutes.
“Get in my office, idiot. Did I overhear you making a date? Isn’t that sweet. But you forgot to ask your boss permission, didn’t you? Tell your date you’re gonna be late. Then get down on your knees, unzip your pants and show Selena who owns that worthless cock and balls of yours. Worship strokes, wussy…” 11 minutes.
“When I sent you into my shoe closet, I told you to clean and organize – not drool and dribble. Since you have such an uncontrollable fetish for my high heels, I’m going to take the pair of spike heels that you ruined and use them to punish and humiliate you. Crawl back into my shoe closet and strip. NOW… ” 4 minutes.