Humiliatrix Rachel's Corner Time

Oh panty boys, what would I do without you?  What kind of panties you wear tells Me so much about you!  Pink satin brief?  Well, you're a sweet sissy who needs help with getting dressed and some teasing about your bitty little pecker!  Red thong? you're a nasty slut who might need to be used and abused in the worst way!  White cotton granny panty?  Well, you think you're as pure as the driven snow, and I need to drive over you a bit more... 

One of the "things" about panty boys is that they inevitably think that they are worth some exxxtra special care.  When, in reality, you and I both know that you don't!  you're just craving My attention and My own brand of affection, some teasing, some denying and LOTS of humilating!  So, what are you waiting for?

Call your Humiliatrix Rachel!  you know I'll listen just long enough to get your info, after that?  No promises!  *weg*

Posted by your Mistress on February 09, 2010 13:34:00 | Permalink | Leave your whining here

Ooooo, I had some great ones today!

Sissy loser called for a little chatsy.  He's into severe humiliation and degradation.  I made him use his sissy voice thoughout My call, which is absolutely hilarious!  he had on big grannie panties that sag in the ass, and admitted to wearing a diaper the last time he came while humping the floor!  I made him tell Me about all the pathetic things he's been up to, including sponging off his girlfriend, sneaking panties, trying on her nighties, and other such offensive things.

One of sissy loser's biggest failings is in his bitty small dick.  he just rubs and rolls around on it, trying to get it hard enough to spill it's little cummy tears into his panties!  sissy loser is a baby in many, many ways...

One of My favorite things about being a Humiliatrix is listening to your worthless lives in your whiney, annoying little voices while I laugh and count My many rightfully deserved blessings.  My giggles just can't help but burst out at inappropriate times while listening!

Posted by your Mistress on February 04, 2010 21:11:19 | Permalink | Leave your whining here

Have you ever felt the need to just laugh at someone? A deep, throw back your hair and belly laugh?

Well, probably not, since you’re one of the ones I’m laughing *at*. So, I’ll be nice and explain it to you. You see, dear subbie, most of the time, you are a waste of My imagination, of My time, of My presence. The fact that you are a submissive automatically lets Me know not to bother with you. That you are not worth it, nor worth Me.

That’s why We make you pay for it in oh so many delicious ways. Not only do I take the money out of your pocket, but I also take the wind out of your sails. Oh, I’ll let you stroke to the edge, I’ll allow you to feel good about yourself while I gently tease and torture you, then I’ll take it further, once your balls are in My ever so capable hands. Hell, I might even let you spill your dribble onto My pretty feet.

However, whom do you think is going to clean it up? Bend over, darling.

Bend over and hope that I don’t shove this dildo where the sun doesn’t shine.

Bend over and pray that I don’t push My pretty Jimmy Choos into that ever expanding hole that you have.

Stick out your tongue and wash that ball snot off of My foot and close your eyes and brace for what you deserve.

When you come, you’d better know that I’m coming too. For you.

Posted by your Mistress on January 31, 2010 01:07:00 | Permalink | Leave your whining here

Mmm, big boy called today.  he collects panties, and ordered a lovely blue satin pair of Mine!  he likes to sit in them, getting his smelly butt juice and ball sweat on them, then slipping them off so that he can smell his ripe ass mingled with My pretty pucker's flavor.  

he comes in them while I tease him for being such a little cumhog demanding that he give Me his ball snot in a big load in the front of them.  he's quite the sicko, enjoying being on cam for Me, demonstrating how well he can suck his dildo while wearing a ridiculously tangled wig.  Driving that dick deep down his throat, showing Mistress what a good cocksucker he could be!  One of these days, I'm going to take him up on that!  I can't wait to see him suck down nice and deep on a big, veiny cock!

Then the ugly loser called immediately after that.  he's so pathetic in his diapers, I can't help but make fun of him!!  he's got SUCH a small dick I like to call it a dicklit or a little dicky, almost like a clitty... he's rediculously small in that department!  Sometime, when I can be bothered, I'll post a pic of him in his pink babydoll dress and diapers!  I really want him to send Me one of him sucking a bottle, but I've taken away bottles from him for now.  he needs to learn to behave first!  Momma's baby can't have bad manners!

Sometimes it amazes Me that this is how I pay my morgage!  That you boys, needing Me so badly to tell you the truth about yourselves is a very powerful feeling for Me.  

 I live My life in such a way that when My pretty feet hit the floor in the mornings, Satan shudders and says "Oh shit!  She's awake!"

Posted by your Mistress on September 19, 2009 20:16:39 | Permalink | Leave your whining here

Being a Humiliatrix is a rough job.  Now, I've always been a tease and denial Queen...  Ever since My first kiss, I've always believed that men should do the chasing, getting gross and sweaty while I sit back and allow Myself to be wooed. 

When I was a Freshman, and john was a senior, he won out over the other boys, taking Me to games, and out to dinner and movies often.  Usually he would blow his whole paycheck on taking Me shopping, or out and about.  When it came time for Me to put My hand over his cock, during a deep and passionate goodbye kiss, I was confused.  I couldn't find it.  I felt across his thigh.  I felt down the front of his jeans.  I even cupped.  When I did that, I felt a small, fleshy object, but I couldn't fathom *that* was a cock.  I drew back, breaking the kiss with a rather bewildered look on My face.  john blushed and stammered, appologizing. 

"Well, then, I must see it!  Get it out!" I demanded sharply. 

he sheepishly unbuttoned and unzipped his jeans, pulling down his briefs, and low and behold.  A little dicklet.  I couldn't help but giggle!  Can you blame Me?  Here I was, confronted by the smallest little baby dick I'd ever seen!  Especially for a "grown man".  As I gazed at it in confused wonderment, My voice grew sharper.  "you think you want Me to touch that?!?  ME?!?" 

"Oh, please Rachel, please..." john blundered about, his voice cracking in more octaves than I could count.  "I could NEVER touch that thing!"  I was shocked that he thought that puny little outgrowth was worth My time.  Then he said the magic words.  Words that I have never turned away from.  "I'll take you to Nordstrom's and get you a new pair of shoes..." he wheedled.  

And that, My friends, was the start.  The start of My Domination of the male creatures on this planet.  If you look at the words Female and Woman.  men creatures are half of My whole.  

Posted by your Mistress on September 18, 2009 10:23:40 | Permalink | Leave your whining here