When Crazy Whores ATTACK!

When Crazy Whores ATTACK!

Some men are under the impression that I just like to humiliate men. Nothing could be further from the truth!!! I like humiliating women, too. Especially crazy whores who think they are Princesses! Ironic, isn’t it?

I’m a bitchy, bratty Princess, but I love to take crazy whores like me and put them on their knees and berate them until they admit they’re not unique and special snowflakes, but merely women… like every other woman. (except for ME, of course!)

Such an opportunity presented itself when I was asked by a very special man I know to help put his ex-girlfriend in her place! I don’t often lend myself to submission, but do I mind making a nasty little bitch crawl around on her knees in front of her displeased FORMER Master? OF COURSE I DON’T MIND! In fact, the very idea of performing in front of this strong, Dominating man made me quite wet! I masturbated to the idea every single night for an entire WEEK before the actual session took place.

This lesson-learning session happened in his home, with his ex-girlfriend lured there under the pretense that he wanted to “talk”. Yes, he really is THAT good at what he does! The whole situation at hand was due of course, to the fact that she did not WANT to be the EX. So it wasn’t too difficult- he said jump, and she said how high, got in the car, and drove on over! (I know, completely pathetic! haha!)

When she arrived at his home, she rang the bell. When there was no answer, she predictably walked in like she owned the place, covering ground in the house in long strides, the sound of her business heels clicking on the hardwood floors as she walked around, calling his name. She found him in the living room, eyes downward, reading his paper, unresponsive. He never looked up from his paper – never gave her the privilege of his eye. He quietly turned the page of his newspaper and continued reading as I stepped out from the kitchen, dressed all in black. Black corset, bare pussy, black lace thigh highs, garter belt, and of course my black stiletto Christian Louboutin’s with the red soles. Her gaze went immediately from confusion to fury, and I softly laughed, which made her face redden. I laughed again as her eyes trailed down to my extremely expensive shoes, explaining in a low voice “A present from your Master, at the bargain price of $1050! After all, I needed the appropriate ass-kicking shoes to deal with putting his biggest problem in it’s place.”

You would think someone had shot this bitch, the way her mouth was hanging open! This is because we were not strangers. This sociopath stalker had HATED me from the second they began dating! I don’t know what it was about me that made her single me out from among all his female friends, but whatever it was, it was all over her face right now! She angrily demanded from him to know what was going on. Of course, there was no response… just my low, pleased laughter.

“Your Master will not acknowledge you today. Not your presence, nor anything you say. Today is about contrition, my mouthy little crazy whores. Something you know nothing about, but are about to learn. IF you want this scrap of attention that you are being given, you will do EXACTLY as I say. PRECISELY when I say it – or, your audience with Him is at an end now. He doesn’t want you back – He wants to see you brought to your knees… punished for all the hateful lies you have spread, as well as his personal business. You and other crazy whores tried to punish and embarrass Him. Now you will be embarrassed and punished in return. This is all you may expect from Him. Nothing else. Just humiliation before him, to watch or ignore as He pleases.

Do you accept this proposition? If so, close your mouth, open your ears, and go into the bedroom and strip down until you are completely nude.” She stared at me for a moment before closing her mouth, lips forming a hard, balking line. I stared her down, then snapped at her, voice low, but vicious. “RIGHT. NOW. YOU FUCKING PATHETIC SLUT.” Her mouth closed with a smart snap, and she turned and disappeared into the bedroom. My smirk at this was unconscious. Such desperation! SO entranced by this man that no longer wants her, she would endure MY punishments just for the possibility that he might pay attention to her for 5 seconds! S-A-D. My eyes moved to his as he glanced up from his paper, giving me a playful wink. What fun we were about to have, at HER crazy whores high-society expense!

When she emerged from the bedroom, completely nude as requested, I smiled momentarily. She kept glancing at him, hoping to get just an instant of attention- but none came. My soft laugh made tears of anger and frustration well up in her eyes. “He’s not here for YOU, fuck toy. He’s here to watch your punishment, which begins now. Get over here, on your knees in front of your MISTRESS.” Her jaw tightened once again and she began to walk. I met her in 3 long strides, pushing her down, making her stumble to her knees. “I didn’t say WALK like a human, slut. CRAWL like the 4-legged mongrel bitch that you imitate on a daily basis and all other crazy whores”. With that I dragged her, by the hair for lack of anything else at the moment, until she was on her knees, in the floor, in front of her former Master. I looked at Him intently for a moment, and as this piece of trash watched, He gave ME His eye contact. I leaned in over his paper, pressed my lips to his softly…intimately, as he handed me something behind the newspaper. Smiling, I produced a black studded dog collar, and bent down to her level momentarily, pulling it roughly around her delicate neck and strapping it in place… one cinch hole too tight I might add, just for my own personal chuckles.   The collar had a steel hook for a leash, which I was minus, but I hooked my finger into it and jerked hard, making her lose balance. I laughed cruelly as I watched her crash to the floor, scrambling to get back on all fours. Just as she righted herself, I jerked again, dragging her, flailing and ungraceful, into the kitchen. I yanked her up to her feet in front of the kitchen sink, and I could see the confusion written all over her face. All the while, her former Master’s eyes were seemingly glued to his newspaper, giving her absolutely none of the attention that she so greedily craved, and had hoped for upon arriving here today.

I jerked her collar again as her eyes strayed his way, making her gag momentarily from the pressure against her throat. “Eyes FRONT, bitch. Who told you that you were allowed to even LOOK at Him? You don’t deserve that.” With that, I slapped her cheek lightly with the palm of my hand, grabbed her chin roughly, and forced her eyes to meet mine. “Now. We are going to discuss your filthy fucking mouth, whore. The one that you have been running at length to anyone who will stand still long enough to listen. You and your crazy whores have talked SO much shit about Him that I think what your obnoxiously running mouth needs is a good washing out!” With that, I pulled a fresh, unused bar of Dial soap out of a drawer – you know, the yellow bar that is highly deodorized. After all, her mouth WAS a dirty, dirty place! I hissed at her, in a gleeful voice, “Now, bitch! Open your mouth, I have a special present for you! You’re spoiled enough for sure, and desperate to feel special, so I know you’ll do what I order you to. OPEN. NOW.”

Obediently, her mouth opened, and immediately I shoved that bar of soap into her incessantly-running suck hole. She gagged and tried to back up, but to no avail. I put one hand on the back of her head, and one hand on the bar of soap. Laughing, I pulled her head backwards by the hair and began to fuck her filthy mouth with that strong, perfume bar of soap! She was trying to speak now, but unfortunately for her, it’s pretty difficult to talk through a thick bar of soap wedged into your mouth all the way to your tonsils.   Behind us, I heard a low, pleased chuckle, but when I turned around to look at him, his eyes were busily on his paper, reading. … I knew he was watching though, and giving his approval. I took the bar of soap and continued shoving it in and out of her bitchy mouth, making sure to work it around so that every inch of the surface of her mouth was covered with the now-slimy film of soap. I held her by the hair so tightly that tears welled in her eyes again, speaking low, close to her face. “Now. When I take this bar of soap out, DO NOT spit.” She nodded in understanding, but as soon as I pulled out the soap, she gagged and spit out the soapy saliva that had collected in her mouth.

With a heavy sigh, I wet my hand under the faucet, then grabbed her tightly by the chin with it. “What did I just say, cunt? Didn’t I say NOT to spit out the soap?” with that, my wet hand connected with her face in a full-force, legitimate slap. Because my hand was wet, an immediate red welt formed, in the shape of my delicate hand. Another chuckle issued forth from behind the newspaper as i jerked her back down to her knees and forced her to crawl back to kneeling position in front of the man she wished to still be owned by. I laughed unkindly and shoved her to the side, making her watch as my hands fondled her former Master’s cock through his pants. I smiled because it was hard, and bulging out of his pants, meaning that he was pleased with this performance. I unbuttoned the button and unzipped the zipper of his pants, hearing a gasp from next to me as I gently freed his cock and lovingly caressed it. I looked over at her, smiling, his cock in my hands.. “Now, bitch. You’re going to get a lesson in what you SHOULD have been doing all along, in order to keep your Master happy.” I crawled up close between his legs and ordered her harshly to hold my hair back while I attended to her former owner’s aching hardness with my expert mouth and tongue.

How do you think these crazy whores handled THAT slap in the face by this gorgeous, bratty Humiliatrix?  You’ll have to call me to find out!

If you have a girlfriend, wife, or trophy fuck that needs brought down a notch? Call me and I’ll make the crazy whores listen!
OR, I will be more than happy to explain to her how useless and unnecessary to you she REALLY is!

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