Pegging the Pay Pig Phone Sex with Mistress Serinda

Wallet Draining Phone Sex

Sinful Mistress Serinda 844-33-CANDY (844-332-2639), ext. 394

I should have been shocked, but I wasn’t. He was a sad soul I had encountered – unsure of himself, lacking confidence, a waste of a life in a world filled with men who strive to achieve and be recognized for their greatness. And here he was – paying me to humiliate him and peg him while doing so. Who am I to deny this?

So there he was, tied down to my table, on his back, his legs tied up presenting his ass to me to please myself on however I choose. His small, pathetic cock, at least I think it was, sat there looking flaccid and less than ordinary. The only thing memorable was how hard it was to not laugh at how… you know, pathetic isn’t descriptive enough. I literally cannot think of a word to describe how sad, tiny, embarrassing, beyond pathetic… I just, I’m still in shock. I looked at the cock strapped to my hips and then eyed the bottle of lube on the table. No, I wasn’t wasting lube on him. I spit on my hand and rubbed my saliva onto my huge fake cock and proceeded to fuck him as he groaned.

He thanked me between grunts as I pumped my hips, his dick attempting to engorge but just lay there like a fish out of water, flopping and twitching occasionally. As he lay there, restrained, I reached over and got my phone, starting the camera as he lay there being fucked. He was about to tell me not to, but he knew better – he was in no position to stop me.

I narrated his humiliation, informing the world of this sorry excuse of a human being. I made him pledge himself to me, dedicate his life and his wallet to me. “Who do you belong to, pig?” Again he repeated, “I am yours, Mistress Serinda.” I laughed at the lack of strength in his voice. “I think I need to post this on my Twitter, don’t you?” Finally, he struggled. “Or maybe I can live stream this somewhere.” Now he audibly begged me not to. “No, please don’t! I’d be ruined!” I laughed again, taking his cock between my thumb and forefinger, shaking it around. “Look at this… thing. What’s it worth to you to not have this plastered for the world to see? Tell me…” I released his dick and flicked at it. He gave me everything I wanted, and more.. and then after I had drained his savings, he thanked me dutifully.

Miss Serinda
844-33-CANDY
(844-332-2639)
ext 394

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