Men are Soooo Pathetic

And I mean that in the kindest way. They really are. Their raw neediness for having their balls drained by a pretty girl. It really is delightfully pathetic.

Don't get me wrong. Not all the time, and I'm not making comparisons to the opposite sex either, but when boys are needy (I'll call them "boys" from now on, as that is what they truly are while in this state: pimply-faced teenage boys), it's amazing the lengths they'll go to degrade themselves at our command.

Look at the OnlyFans phenomenon.

It's not just the pics boys want to see. They hope for even the tiniest amount of attention from the object of their desire, the smallest little crumb. They'll pay dollar after dollar for the tiniest of chance. You know those girls have production companies where they pay low wage guys to pretend to be them and interact with their "fans" right? You think you got a DM back from the girl you lust over? Fat chance! Keep paying, boys. She's off spending your money in frivolous ways, not working. You're actually paying to be degraded. For a desperate little boy with his balls full, there are worse ways to spend your money.

I get a lot of fanboys dropping comments or sliding into my email. I enjoy them. I am flattered and they make me giggle. Their neediness comes right through the medium and I feel it tingling my pussy.

I have had a drop off since I started posting more femsub content, but there's still a goodly number. Only the most desperate. It's even more degrading to lower yourself beneath a girl who regularly subs to her Alpha man. What does that make you? Yeah, I get spanked and have to give it up however my man wants to take me, but what about you? Would you get to do that to me? Oh ha ha ha ha! No. No, of course not. That's reserved for a real man, not for a subby sissy slut like you.

What would I do with you? Well, I'd dress you.  Take you out shopping first. A trip to VS to get you fitted for a nice bra with falsies. Some pretty panties. Stockings and garter belt. A corset? I'd have the salesgirl help you change into them in the store changing rooms as I watched.

At the checkout we'd have to dig in there to pull the tags out so the pretty young lady at the counter can scan them.

Then I think a trip to the sex shop. You'll buy me a harness and your very own dildo that I'd let you keep afterwards. But I have a harness, you'd say, and the good ones are expensive. I don't care. Pay up, bitch. I'd find a pretty salesgirl to help find just the right size of dildo for your bum. We'd also have a look at the spanking implements, and you'd buy me the nastiest one for me to use on your ass.

I'd take you home with me. Oh, there's David, sitting in the living room reading.

"It's just a subby fanboy, honey. Do you mind if I beat his ass and dildo-fuck him after?"

He'd want to have a look at you. "Sure, go ahead, he looks harmless enough."

Up to the bedroom with you. Strip to your lingerie. Let's get my harness on me with my big hard cock stuck in it. I think a little sucking to start, on your knees. Gaw gaw gaw gaw gaw gaw gaw gaw. The slobber all over my cock, all over your face.

"You pathetic woman," I'd say. "Get over my knee."

You'd lie on my lap, my hard cock pushing into your soft tummy. We'll start with the hairbrush. Panties down. Some part of you wants to be stoic. Wants to take it "like a man" (ha ha). You're aware of my husband, sitting in the living room just beneath us. Sure, you'll cry like a little bitch in front of me, but not so my husband can hear! You won't have a choice. You'll cry like my little baby, one way or the other. I have no limits. You do.

Afterwards, it's face down across the pillows. Then you'll suffer.

That rosy red ass will rapidly turn purple and black and blue as I use all my implements, one after another, for a very, very, long time. Your little screams don't deter me. They egg me on.

From the living room below, David will smile at how I'm getting the job done, glad I have an outlet for that part of me that doesn't involve his ass.

When you are broken, and I mean completely broken. Only then will you have earned my cock up your ass. I'll make you spit lube my cock. It's all you deserve. Then I'll fucking rail that ass. Rail you until you're moaning and begging for a mercy that's still many, many hard minutes away.

After I've done you like that, then I'll turn you belly up and I'll strip off completely. Do you like what you see? Do you? I'll bet you do, you little pervert. I'll get my Hitachi out. Wall power only, please. I'll sit my naked ass on your face, facing down your body. I'll want to see that pathetic cock twitching as you eat my asshole out while I pleasure myself with my Hitachi.

And eat it out you will! I'll want your hands on my ass cheeks. So will you, assuming you want to breathe. Holding me up, spreading my cheeks, getting your tongue deep up in there.

Up and down. Back and forth. Around and around. Now push it in. Push it in as deep as you can. Strain you little motherfucker. Deeper, bitch! That, together with the Hitachi, always gets me off. We're not done yet. Again! And then once again after that. Your jaw and tongue will be soooo sore you'll barely be able to move them.

If you've been a good boy, taking everything I gave you without complaint (screaming and begging doesn't count), I'll allow you to jerk yourself off while I watch from my perch on your face. Yes, I'll allow you to keep licking my asshole if that's what you really want.

Once you spew you're ridiculous boy juice, I'll definitely feed it to you with my fingers, lucky boy. You'll swallow every last drop, except I'll reserve a bit to smear on your face. Yes, you'll be going home like that, after saying goodbye to my husband and thanking him for allowing you to be so utterly beaten and degraded by his hotwife.

What do you think? Sound like a date?