So for the continuing saga of Dennis/Denise and humiliation phone sex, with a healthy dose of financial domination to boot. You see, Dennis Smith of St. Louis (he wanted this shout-out, so relax) has a micro penis. He sent me a picture this week of it next to a ruler and it didn't even measure up to 3 inches. Send me an email and I will forward that pic to you as well. Anyway, after I stopped laughing, I forwarded the picture to several of my girlfriends because they don't really believe baby dicks exist too much in the wild. Sadly, I know differently. It is just a bummer to think about -- all those wee dicks sitting snugly against their bodies like a pimple between their legs just ripe to pop. Not even enough of an appendage to wiggle around when they walk. But Dennis understands his place in the world. He doesn't fight it, I am sure he got all the crying about it out of his system years ago. Dennis Smith of St. Louis knows that he isn't a man, he has never been. He has mutated into his more natural form -- Denise. Denise wears panties and embraces her worthlessness and overt femininity. So along with being born without a real cock, he was also born without a spine. Yeah, that spineless fuck is an easy mark for a woman like me. My rocking body and manipulative and dominant mind zeroed in on him like a laser. It took me about 10 minutes to figure him out and put him in my pocket. Then the milking began. I own his/her ass now I want that money. That money he works so hard to make is mine. And I am relentless in procuring it. I get what I want. Don't I, you worthless pathetic fuck?
So to sum it up, Denise is my pay pig, my human ATM, my retirement fund. And she doesn't have a prayer to get away from me. But she doesn't want to. I send a pic like this:
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