One of my tiny dicked pets bought me a new Bulkhead Transformers Animated figure, and this weekend I have a very special treat involving said action figure, so stay tuned for more of that. Try not to cream your panties with anticipation.
Wednesday, September 24, 2008
Ideas
Hey my little freaks, I am working on a new project involving compiling instances of SPH in mainstream entertainment, such as Movies, TV, Music, and Books. I have some already on my list, but I would like to hear from you what you can contribute.
One of my tiny dicked pets bought me a new Bulkhead Transformers Animated figure, and this weekend I have a very special treat involving said action figure, so stay tuned for more of that. Try not to cream your panties with anticipation.
One of my tiny dicked pets bought me a new Bulkhead Transformers Animated figure, and this weekend I have a very special treat involving said action figure, so stay tuned for more of that. Try not to cream your panties with anticipation.
Wednesday, September 17, 2008
How NOT to piss me off...
Being a beautiful goddess of small penises like myself, it happens once in awhile that a pathetic little pea balled moron misunderstands the way the relationship works. He will slip up and forget that he is supposed to be worshiping Me. He might take Me for granted. And by take for granted, I mean mistake Me for someone who truly cares. Remember, you are only here for My amusement.
So many jerk off losers love to talk shit about how much they have, but then when it time to pay the piper, or the Vixen in this case, they cry poverty. Although I do enjoy humiliating all you little dick wimps, I don’t do it out of the kindness of My sadistic heart. You shrimps are a dime a dozen, and don't you ever forget it for a second.
If you want to serve THIS Mistress you must show your submission, and sometimes that means with your wallet. It's the least that a little worthless clitty twister like you can do. I am not a fin domme, and I do not demand a lot, but I do appreciate being spoiled on occasion. I am a spoiled brat and shiny new things always attract My attention. When your Mistress requests a new toy She's been eying, any loser in their right mind would submit and just buy the toy.... Not only would they submit, but they would do it in a heartbeat. With that said I would like to announce The new devoted pet of the Month Award. It will go to the pet who unquestionably served his mistress and did so without making a fuss.
/end rant
Anyway Halloween is coming up soon. It is my favorite of all holidays. It is the night when even little wimps like you can masquerade as something your not. Thus I think I am going to dress up as a naughty nurse. I think I will do a little photo shoot with one of my minions, and post it on the site. Don't go getting your panties in a twist.
So many jerk off losers love to talk shit about how much they have, but then when it time to pay the piper, or the Vixen in this case, they cry poverty. Although I do enjoy humiliating all you little dick wimps, I don’t do it out of the kindness of My sadistic heart. You shrimps are a dime a dozen, and don't you ever forget it for a second.
If you want to serve THIS Mistress you must show your submission, and sometimes that means with your wallet. It's the least that a little worthless clitty twister like you can do. I am not a fin domme, and I do not demand a lot, but I do appreciate being spoiled on occasion. I am a spoiled brat and shiny new things always attract My attention. When your Mistress requests a new toy She's been eying, any loser in their right mind would submit and just buy the toy.... Not only would they submit, but they would do it in a heartbeat. With that said I would like to announce The new devoted pet of the Month Award. It will go to the pet who unquestionably served his mistress and did so without making a fuss.
/end rant
Anyway Halloween is coming up soon. It is my favorite of all holidays. It is the night when even little wimps like you can masquerade as something your not. Thus I think I am going to dress up as a naughty nurse. I think I will do a little photo shoot with one of my minions, and post it on the site. Don't go getting your panties in a twist.
Wednesday, August 6, 2008
Being a Size Queen
Being a size queen means that I am very selective about the kinds of dicks I like to fuck. Personally, I prefer one that is seven inches or larger. Any smaller than that and your worthiness is highly questionable.
Many of my callers, both dedicated and deadbeat always wonder how big was the biggest I have fucked. The answer to that is 9. 5 inches long, and 6.5 inches in girth. Can you beat that, sissy? A lot of you fagots are not even that impressed by that kind of cock. I have to laugh out loud at you guys because you are sitting there on the end of the line tugging on your tiny 2 inch dick like a lame pathetic loser. Even if you were half the man that he was, you would probably be in better shape. Not that much better, however, because even then you'd be too small to satisfy.
The only thing little shits like you are good for is foot worship and pussy clean up. There is nothing more delightful to me than having my toes sucked my a wimp with a hard little clit.
Call me tonight and let's talk about what a pathetic waste of air you are. 1.69 per minute. That should be manageable for a cheapskate pindick like you.
Many of my callers, both dedicated and deadbeat always wonder how big was the biggest I have fucked. The answer to that is 9. 5 inches long, and 6.5 inches in girth. Can you beat that, sissy? A lot of you fagots are not even that impressed by that kind of cock. I have to laugh out loud at you guys because you are sitting there on the end of the line tugging on your tiny 2 inch dick like a lame pathetic loser. Even if you were half the man that he was, you would probably be in better shape. Not that much better, however, because even then you'd be too small to satisfy.
The only thing little shits like you are good for is foot worship and pussy clean up. There is nothing more delightful to me than having my toes sucked my a wimp with a hard little clit.
Call me tonight and let's talk about what a pathetic waste of air you are. 1.69 per minute. That should be manageable for a cheapskate pindick like you.
Sunday, July 27, 2008
Who's the Ross?
It's been awhile since I had anything to say to you losers, but lets face it- I am a busy girl and I feel no guilt leaving you hanging breathless waiting for a new update, salivating like a puppy.
I just wanted to write a post about this pathetic little wanker I had the pleasure of speaking with yesterday. His name is Ross and he is about as big a loser as they come. He called me up and proceeded to send me links to all the sites that he has whored himself out on. Apparently Ross was caught off guard at the amount of attention he's drawn to himself once his heinous activities became publicized. Every sissy loser with an internet connection knows of him and is envious of him (according to Ross). I mean what's not to envy? He's well-built and has a slightly better than average sized cock. Obviously, it's not the size of the cock on the man that truly determines whether or not they have a shred of manhood.
Ross actually enjoys all the attention and has developed quite a bit of egotism. He's nothing more than a buffoon. Well, could you imagine how lucky I felt to be talking to such a celebrity? I browsed his photo galleries and took a hard look at the pics he sent me honestly bewildered that someone would be proud enough to call this his life's work. I don't know, would any of you really be such pathetic little dick-tuggers if you had any other choice?
He even sent me a video of himself having wild sex with his blow up doll. It's a wonder his pinprick didn't pop a hole in the material. He really enjoyed fucking her from behind and then turning her over so they could make out. Best of all, Ross likes to rob himself of the only thing you losers have going for you: the sweet release of your pent up loser load. He loves looking at hot girls, and fucking his hot blow up doll, but he also loves the frustration of not finishing the job. What an ignoramus.
I just wanted to write a post about this pathetic little wanker I had the pleasure of speaking with yesterday. His name is Ross and he is about as big a loser as they come. He called me up and proceeded to send me links to all the sites that he has whored himself out on. Apparently Ross was caught off guard at the amount of attention he's drawn to himself once his heinous activities became publicized. Every sissy loser with an internet connection knows of him and is envious of him (according to Ross). I mean what's not to envy? He's well-built and has a slightly better than average sized cock. Obviously, it's not the size of the cock on the man that truly determines whether or not they have a shred of manhood.
Ross actually enjoys all the attention and has developed quite a bit of egotism. He's nothing more than a buffoon. Well, could you imagine how lucky I felt to be talking to such a celebrity? I browsed his photo galleries and took a hard look at the pics he sent me honestly bewildered that someone would be proud enough to call this his life's work. I don't know, would any of you really be such pathetic little dick-tuggers if you had any other choice?
He even sent me a video of himself having wild sex with his blow up doll. It's a wonder his pinprick didn't pop a hole in the material. He really enjoyed fucking her from behind and then turning her over so they could make out. Best of all, Ross likes to rob himself of the only thing you losers have going for you: the sweet release of your pent up loser load. He loves looking at hot girls, and fucking his hot blow up doll, but he also loves the frustration of not finishing the job. What an ignoramus.
Friday, April 25, 2008
Wednesday, April 23, 2008
My smallest....encounter
So, now that I have discussed my biggest experience, I think it's time to talk about my smallest encounter.
My friend Mike brought one of his friends over one night. We three were watching pornos for fun (something Mike and I did together a lot) when, suddenly, Mike turns to me and tells me how small his friend is. His friend, let's call him Jack, was this really shy little wimpy type. He didn't WANT to whip out his tiny dick, but after Mike and I teased him into it, he finally relented and dropped his pants like the pussy he was.
What I saw there had to be a joke. Now, at the time I had no idea what sph was or that their were actually wimps out there that got off on being small. This guy wasn’t small, it would be a complement to even say he was small. He was totally hairy and all you could see was what looked like a tip of a penis sticking out of his pubic hairs. It was like some freak accident happened to him and his dick just never grew, EVER. I started to laugh but quickly began to regret my immature behavior.
What happened next nearly floored me, the tiny thing began to get hard. I had to cover my mouth to hold back the laughter. I kid you not, fully erect it was the size of my thumb. He noticed my reaction and quickly pulled up his pants. I couldn’t keep a straight face for the rest of the night. I never saw Jack again but I’ll never forget him.
Sunday, April 20, 2008
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