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It’s Time For The Great Pumpkining, Charlie Brown

you know what pumpkining is, loser. It’s when sad sacks like you are forced to relieve themselves by carving holes into pumpkins and fucking the hell out of it. ‘Tis the season.

Peter, Peter pumpkin eater,
Had a wife but couldn’t keep her;
So he stuck it in a pumpkin shell
While BBC kept her very well.

As with My other humiliating Halloween challenge, I may just agree to watch you on cam as you stick your dicklet into a pumpkin and pump away — hell, I might just let you come in it too.

fuck-a-pumpkin-pumpkining-losersMaybe.

Maybe not.

Whatever.

you’ll need My chat IDs, of course; and then you’ll need to book your session with Me. Oh, yeah, you’ll need a pumpkin too.

Don’t worry; you won’t need The Great Pumpkin, Charlie Brown. A little one will do for your little pumpkin-pounder sock puppet of a cock.

In fact, you might be better off using just a small gourd. Or maybe even a cherry tomato.

But, if you’re gonna go a pumpkining a lot, get a big one and you can carve a lot of holes in it.

Pair of panties, optional.

Pervy offer valid from now through Thanksgiving.

 

 

Humiliating Halloween Challenge

It’s not that I want to see you at Halloween — or any other time, really. I mean you are such a loseras if! But sometimes I take pity on very insignificant pigs and will watch them on cam. There, little losers perform to amuse Me, the Queen Of Mean. This year, to keep things more interesting for Me — and befitting your status as a lowly servant — I command you to get not one, but two Dobby the House Elf masks. One for your ugly face & another to hide that sad little sock puppet cock of yours.

ugly dobby servant mask

I’m sure a child’s mask will do. But you may just impress Me if you find an even smaller one to put on that wee willie! I mean, there are options, like taking the head off a Dobby figure and placing it over that button-cock of yours. Look, this one even has a sock! And a diary, symbolic of your loser confessions.

Dobby the House Elf Poseable Action Figure with Diary and Sock

Hey, it’s also poseable! So get two of those; I have other bad ideas…

If you think that Malfoy was cruel and sadistic to poor little Dobby, well, you just haven’t met Me yet. I assure you, I’m far worse. I can make a loser pig cry on cam in less than 10 minutes. …And yet, they beg for more!

Don’t miss out; book your humiliating session now.

PS If you’re too frightened to appear before Me on cam, you can still participate by sending Me photo confessions of your hidden Halloween Dobby-dick. ..Who knows, I might just post them here for all to see?

Your Humiliation Sex-Pert

Been so busy, I’d almost forgotten to tell you that I was featured in this excellent post about humiliation, ignore lines, financial domination, and other dirty femme domme deeds. You should go read it. And then I might just give you some personal lessons.

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You Have A Small Cock *Neener Neener*

Fellow phone sex operator & shoe nut & fetishist Klaudia and I tag-teamed this little piggy — and you can see, he is a little piggy.

…So little in fact, that thing between his legs might just be a large clit. I call it sock puppet cock.

At least he knows how small his cock is, “so small that even librarians like Klaudia laugh so hard they have to ‘shh’ themselves.”

cock so small librarians laugh so hard

Piggy Tails: What’s In a Name

His name is Stuart, but he’s a submissive piggy boy, so I get to call him what I wish.

Me: I will now call you stew-y d. moore — that’s how you’ll sign all your messages to me, from now on.

stew-y d. moore: Yes, Mistress.

Me: And don’t call me “Mistress” — I am now The Celebutaunt. One part “celebutant“, one part “taunt.”

stew-y d. moore: Yes, Celebutaunt. May i ask you a question?

Me: you may ask; I’m not certain about the answer…

stew-y moore: Why did You name me stew-y d. moore?

Me: Are you questioning The Celebutaunt?

stew-y: No, Celebutaunt. Just wondering.

Me: you are stew-y d. moore because you have a little bit of meat, just like stew, but it’s so small that it must be “dinky,” not Dinty. And no matter what it’s called, I’m not going to eat it.

Want a name of your own? Earn it.