You Seriously Thought This Was A Challenge For Me? ❤

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if I want to use my boy’s pretty little hole and make him cum just from that I am able to do so, that is MY boy and that is MY hole. 👏

I hope this will correct your behavior.

You asked for permission once again to show your pathetic dicklet to the Basic White Bitch you met and I gave you permission.  She picked out some clothes for you to buy for her and told you to whip it out and fap away quickly while you gave her your opinion on the outfit.  She snapped some photos of you while you were hunched over, trying desperately not to cum and when you had to stop yourself you took out your phone and began texting. “What are you doing?” She said to you sternly. “I’m texting my Mistress and asking if I have permission to buy this for you.” You snapped a quick photo of her just as you were asked and sent it to me.  While she protested you quickly responded “She said I was allowed to as long as I took a photo of the receipt to send to her.  If I haven’t spent enough on you she is going to have me spend more.” You were surprised that I would allow you to interact with another woman, you thought I was supposed to be spending extra time dominating you on your vacation.  What you didn’t know is that I was, I just had to bring her into the picture first.  It is humiliating enough to have your manhood belittled directly, it is even more degrading when it is done so by proxy, when you can’t even look your Mistress in the eye when the orders are coming from her.

Bittersweet Symphony

For most people, seeing her in this position, leaning over you, dressed like this, would be a highlight of their life.

But not for you.

No, wild as it seems, this was a punishment for talking back to her in front of her friends.

You had long since been denied the ability to be with her, to feel her skin on yours, hear her trembling, passionate breaths as she slowly, methodically moves her body on yours.

You lived in perpetual longing for her.

She unceremoniously dragged you into the bathroom, pulling your shirt off before yanking down your pants, exposing your thick, swollen diaper. She moaned softly—tantalizingly in your ear.

You knew this was too good to be true.

Because it was.

For the first time in years, she grinded on you, your wet diaper squelching with every thrust. You were consumed by pleasure. Your mind practically short-circuiting in bliss.

Just as your pleasure was reaching its climax, she stopped.

You opened your eyes to find a dangerous, foreboding grin plastered on her face.

“You didn’t really think I’d let you finish, right?” she said ominously, “Not after what you pulled back there. You don’t get rewarded for that.”

You don’t answer. You knew better.

“But you do get punished. And my friends and I have just the punishment. Wanna hear it?”

“I..y-yes, Mommy,” you say defeated.

“Good boy. You’re gonna march out of this bathroom in nothing but that soggy diaper that doesn’t hide your…excitement. And you’re gonna apologize to my friends for being a disrespectful brat.”

Terror paralyzes you. Of course, they knew you were in diapers, but they had never seen them. “B-b-but…Mommy no, please!”

“Hush,” she hissed, “you will do as you're told. But I haven’t even told you the best part!”

You shiver at the threat.

“The girls wanna see if you make cummies in your diaper without anyone touching you. So, you’ll stand there and listen to them teasing and humiliating you about your diapers and how pathetic you are.”

“Mommy!” you squeal.

“What did I just say? You will stand there until you make stickies to your own humiliation and truly become the pathetic boy I know you are! And the winner—whoever gets you to bust your widdle load—gets to change you in front of everyone! It’s so exciting!”

“No, please! I’m sorry, Mommy! I won’t talk back ever again!”

“Too late, little one,” she says pulling you up, “let’s go.”