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A delicious snack stands before me; a tiny man. He looks so yummy I can’t help myself. I just have to eat him. But before I pop him into my big wet mouth I want to make sure that he understands exactly what will happen to him; first I will pull him apart with my teeth. First his legs, then his arms and finally his head. He will scream in agony as I rip through his flesh and bone. I give him a nice view of the inside of my mouth where he will , mix with my saliva and slide down my throat into my stomach. For the next several hours I will digest his tiny body. Stomach acid will burn up what is left of him slowly until he is nothing but waste. Then finally, at the end of the day, he will be out and flushed away like the insignificant piece of meat that he is.

For those of you who haven’t been following along: Camille is a lowly French cocksucker and my personal slut. He’s constantly sending me incriminating pictures of himself with dick in his mouth and dildos up his ass. Believe it or not, at one point this queer actually had a girlfriend. Faithfulness was completely out of the question since cock is just too irresistible for him to resist. Needless to say he betrayed her many times over during the course of their relationship and she eventually found out. Despite his begging, pleading, and swearing that he wasn’t really gay, she broke up with him and no doubt told her close friends and family what a fag he really is. I’m sure that those she confided in will avoid this degenerate, but I’m here to finish the job for her. Everyone must know what a disgusting queer this pretty boy really is. Women of the world: avoid this fag! Men of the world: contact me for a cheap blow job.

Yes, naturally this is a custom clip. Who the fuck has a paper crumpling fetish? Apparently this 19-year-old loser named Kevin. He paid good money to watch me tear out sheets of paper and crumple them in front of his face – for the 2nd time! That’s pretty bizarre even in my world. It’s not even a category on clips4sale. But its not a total loss; he also gets off on being humiliated for being a fat fucking loser who’s never kissed a girl. Sound familiar? I guess you’re not all that different after all. I’d love to crush this bitch the same way I crush these papers, then spit in his stupid face.

It’s your first day on the job working for me. I call you into my office and tell you to take a seat. I tell you how glad I am you took the job because it will be fun to have a little office boy for all the women to play with. I explain that you were hired because all of the women like your ass best and that if you are a good little boy and do as you’re told you will have a lot of fun working for me. You laugh and try to tell me how you’re the “man” around here and that you should be the boss. How cute. I giggle and lean in close to you, looking down at you to explain what a poor misguided little boy you are. It’s not your fault because boys don't come with brains. We live in a female led society and boys were built for one thing; to serve the superior gender. Boys are so weak and they’ll do anything a woman says. It's simply programmed into our pretty little heads from birth. I demonstrate by slowly lifting my skirt to reveal where my stockings meeting my thigh. I notice that you are getting uncomfortable, So I lift a little higher to reveal a little view of my panties. You clearly look like a little ass worshipper so I turn to the side and show you my sweet round ass and watch how weak you get. That’s right little boy, you are weak, you need a woman to control you, to train you, to lead you through life. I lean in closer, staring into your eyes and order you to get on my knees. I ask you, “Who is weak?” You reply without hesitation, “I am goddess.” I am pleased at how quickly you refer to me as such. Then I proceed to tell you how your life is going to be; you will be locked in chastity because boys are too weak to be trusted to control themselves, you will wear pretty little panties to work everyday so that all the women in the office can enjoy your little ass scurrying around the office fetching coffee, rubbing feet and being a good little helper. You will be my personal secretary at your beck and call day and night. You are no longer allowed to have a social life, you are no longer allowed think for yourself. You will beg for your permission to do anything and everything, including going to the bathroom which will include sitting to pee since you will be in chastity and will be subject to panty checks by any woman to make sure you don't have any boy juice in your panties. If you don't obey then me then you will put me over your knee in front of everyone and spank me until you are crying like a little baby boy and then given corner time to learn my lesson. As I describe your life I notice how excited you get. I ask you if you would like to cum for me and you beg for release. I then tell you to stroke your cock for 10 seconds to come, I count you down and as you are about to explode I yell, “Stop!” and force you to not cum. You start to cry and I soothe you, “Poor little boy, you are so helpless. Don't worry Goddess Ceara is here now and I will take control of you now.” I then hand you the chastity tube and panties and tell you to put them on so I can show you off to the women in the office who are waiting to see the new office secretary or you can go over my knee first and then be shown off. I then pause, “On second thought, boys don't get to choose” I say and then bring you out to get spanked by everyone.