Phone Humiliation

Phone humiliation has quickly become one of my favorite fantasies here. I love pointing out what pathetic little bitches some of you are! The thing is, it’s kind of seeped over into my daily life, too. I was at the movies the other day and the college dude getting my popcorn (Princess likes crunchy things) bent over and low and behold! Sweet baby blue panties poked through the top of his pants.

Hmm, I was faced with a dilemma. Do I point out that I saw them? Perhaps it was intended. But I try to remain a lady in public at all times, reserving my spankings for private phone sex and sexy texting time with you all and, of course, up close with J. So when he came over to complete the money transaction with J (what, you think I paid?), I said in a very low voice “Well aren’t we a sweet little bitch today.” It could have been directed to either sissy, or both, and possibly was.

J smiled, and popcorn boy turned beet red. He looked at me, stunned. “Are those your Tuesday panties?” I asked. “Uhhhh, yes Miss, they are,” he replied, lowering his eyes. “Good girl,” I said, still very softly. “Every well-trained sissy knows blue is for Tuesday.” Well he looked so happy and excited I thought he would sissy cream his pants right then and there. I made a mental note not to return for soda refills, I like clean hands on my food thank you very much.

I was hoping he would cry, but he liked it. The truth is, I would have graced him with my teasing anyway, being the supremely bitchy dominating Princess that I am. But playing with you all has made it even more addictive.