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SKYLERS TINY DICK LOSER CHRIS

SkylerJordan — Wed, 17 Feb 2010 15:20:00 +0000

Everyone this is Chris. Look at his small ass dick. I mean really! It’s so fucking small I can hardly see it. lol lol lol I was just telling him this morning that I’ve had 2 small dicks before, the only difference is “One knew how to use it and the other had no fucking clue. lol

Chris hasn’t had a piece of ass in god only knows when. I mean really though can we all see why??? LOL CHRIS that dick NEEDS MAJOR HELP and it’s time ALL MY READERS LAUGH AND SIT BACK AND LAUGH WITH ME! LOL HAHAHAHAH

Frustration Equals Domination

SkylerJordan — Mon, 10 Aug 2009 02:45:34 +0000

I have had so much going on. See like right now as I type this I’m listening to oldies on my xm radio that nigger bought me and hell he even pays the bill for it. LOL Life is good, but

I have fell behind on my duties. I have some stuff that is bothering me and I’m having a hard time staying focused. I did manage to take you fucks some new pictures. So stroke and pay. I have some stories to share about another cock fag’s, that I’m sure you would love to hear about. I don’t have any pictures, but I can describe and visualize it in GREAT DETAILS. I will be on consistently in the next few days.

ETA: When I get pissed off it makes me work harder. Look what I just did. LOL SO WHOSE NEXT IM ONNA ROLL! $504.00 in less than 15 mins. What a pure and simple stupid fuck, but I love dumbfucks.

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THE BEST FUCKING WEEKEND EVER

SkylerJordan — Sun, 19 Jul 2009 00:10:02 +0000

I’m not going into details with you little fuckheads. I just soon keep that all to my little myself. I might sign on later tonight, but for now I’m one extremely happy, mean, conniving, evil little bitch. In the mean time admire what you fuckheads want and need and will NEVER HAVE, while I think about THE GREATEST TIME OF MY LIFE taking your money.

This is all you losers deserve. Here’s you fuckheads some jackoff material. It’s such a shame what’s in my greedy little hands was from you pieces of shit. Now let’s look at the real story here, there you sit reading this bullshit you didn’t have me and you certainly don’t have this money anymore. LOL. It looks so bad doesnt it? Well that’s ok, because you fuckheads love it and you can’t get enough it. In the mean time if I’m not around check out my girlfriends over at OFFICIALPHONESEX.COM NOW STROKE AND PAY.

STOP READING MY BULLSHIT AND TRIBUTE MISTRESS

SkylerJordan — Fri, 29 Feb 2008 14:29:30 +0000

It’s never to early to tribute Mistress. You motherfuckers need to get all over My wishlist and send Me big fat automatic tributes to show your appreciation for Me. I expect y’all to be thanking Me for giving you any damn bit of attention that you ever get out of Me. Show Me the money, bitches! Get up on some gifts and I mean like NOW, as soon as you read this, all of My fuckin’ sluts, you know who I am talking to. I don’t want to be disappointed in My really good bitches. I know they will be giving’ it up, high and hard, with the fat money, but you new cash whores better get right with the Tax Season spirit and make sure you understand who is getting’ and who is giving’ and, bitch, that means YOU!!!

I want to be thrilled this Tax season, so all you slaves, sissies, and loyal servants get busy and make this the best TAX season ever. Worship your Mistress with the gifts you keep on giving to Me. It’s so much fun receiving gifts and tributes from you all so make sure you stay at the top of My list of good little piggies. Looking for Phone Sex try my friends at Official Phone Sex….

Forced Intoxication Part 3

SkylerJordan — Thu, 28 Feb 2008 16:36:06 +0000

I had him stay like that while I ignored him for three more hours, letting him take another drink here and there. That drunken moron was on the phone mumbling about his tater testes and being My new little cock whore, half asleep, for like seven damn hours. Every now and then I would hear him moan “I love you, Mistress,” in between snoring and quietly singing about that dispatcher’s country fried gravy all over his wife’s big tits or some such other half-garbled nonsense. All of a sudden, he perked up and got half coherent, asking Me how much money he had spent on the call so far. Well, I told him he had been on for over five hours and had paid Me some big tributes. Drink more bitch I yelled. You said you wanted forced intoxication so drink more slut.

That bitch just mumbled and then fell back into his little weak balloon voice, all worshipful of the cucumber twisting up in his ass. I just kept having him slather it up withvegetable shortening and telling him what a pathetic little cock worshipper he was becoming. That trashed motherfucker could not get enough of that cucumber and I was just rolling as he finally fell asleep and the phone disconnected. That little dick was too drunk to do anything but get his redneck ass fucked and then go to bed . The bitch will be back too because he is addicted to Me now. All My slaves learn that when they show Me their need to be humiliated, it’s like opening up the floodgates. I will make you My bitch, for real, motherfucker, so call Me now and get ready for
MY WORLD!!!

Forced Intoxication / Cuckolding

SkylerJordan — Thu, 28 Feb 2008 01:09:07 +0000

I asked mr. dickless diner if he had ever even sucked a big cock and he said “no”. What a sack of shit. Here he was going on and on about eating cum and he had never even had so much as a dildo in his ass. The bitch starts telling Me how bad he wants Me to pop his cherry, Ha!!! I told this drunk ass to get in his refrigerator and find Me a super thick and long cucumber and he said he had a big one. I had him grab some crisco out of his pantry. Then I made him down two more shots and, by this time, he was pretty fucking wasted.

I told him to close his eyes and think of that dispatcher’s big old cock all shiny with his wife’s pussy juices. I made him start sucking off that big fat cucumber and he was all messed up and really feeling into it, like it was a real cock. I started reminding him how tiny his skeeter bite dick is in contrast to the one in his mouth and he just hummed with satisfaction. I told him he was a good little cocksucker and how he was so lucky I was letting him give Me money to prove what a horny little cock gobbler he could be. I had him shove that huge vegetable, slow but sure, up his slave ass and he moaned sweetly like a good little bitch. LOL

“You like being fucked like a little cock whore, don’t you, bitch?!” I demanded. The truck-drivin’ queen of the road started moaning and whining in this high-pitched voice that sounded like somebody was torturing a balloon. “oh Mistress,” the bitch cried out, “i love cock, i love it when he fucks me in my ass so hard like that and it’s making My puny prick hard”. I told him he couldn’t cum until he satisfied his wife’s man and he just let out this sigh and I could here him shaking. “Please Mistress, may i cum?” he begged. “HELL NO, you piece of shit,” I hollered at him, “take another drink bitch you wanted
forced intoxication and keep that green bean deep up in your pussy ass!”

FORCED INTOXICATION

SkylerJordan — Wed, 20 Feb 2008 15:22:07 +0000

So this guy just kept on babbling about food and his little dick. That bitch was definitely a cumslut and he told Me about this adult video store out in the sticks where he could suck a real cock. I told him that would have to wait for when he wasn’t so damn drunk and I had him throw down another shot. I just love forced intoxication. He starts talking about how much he wants to eat out his wife’s chocolate cream pie and then, before you know it, he starts drifting back to his “tater testes” and how bad he wants Me to fry ‘em up for him to eat. LOL!! I mean this guy only wanted Me to make him drink and he would moan “yessss, MA’AM, mmmm-hmmmm” when I would remind him about how much I liked laughin’ at him and controlling him through the other end of that bottle. They all love it when I tell them how much I adore using and abusing fucking weak-ass niblet-dicks like him.

Then this trashed loser starts singing’ like a really awful country crooner, “fry my tater testes, Mistress, make ‘em extra crunchy. Dip ‘em in your boyfriend’s creamy white country gravy”. HaHa HaHa I had to tell him fast, “whooooaaa there, bocephus,” turn down the volume on that singing’. I sure as hell don’t wanna hear that shit. Just have another shot and settle down for a minute. Then he starts apologizing and telling Me over and over again how he just wants to prove himself to Me by eating his own scraggly nuts. This motherfucker was serious, but too damn drunk to do anything more than mumble about how much he wanted to eat his own damn balls. LOL!! I said, “Drink one more shot” then I decided it was time to break some new ground with this douche bag. Forced Intoxication I think was just a little to much for this cluster fuck. LOL hahahahaha

A Women’s Intuition

SkylerJordan — Thu, 25 Oct 2007 22:57:36 +0000

I was at the beach last week with My big beefy boi toy, meat. I brought him along to carry My umbrella, cooler, and some other supplies, plus there’s nothin’ like a pair of strong hands to rub sun block all over My fine soft skin. After I had popped the tab off and downed a few cold ones, I laid out in the sun and napped for bit while meat played in the surf. I was rudely awakened by this gay man who had come over and started flirtin’ with meat after he had come back to rest at My feet. He was a little on the loud side and meat, not known for his big brain by any stretch, didn’t seem to get that the dude was gay and makin’ a play for him. Hell, all you had to do was look down at his tight swimming trunks and see this big ol’ pup tent on display. I’ll give him that much. The boy was packin’ a big dick, but I was irritated with how aggressively he was pursuing My meat stick right in front of Me.

I sternly commanded, “Meat, rub My feet, bitch!” and this caused the gay boy to finally turn his attention to Me. “Oh, is this your boyfriend?” he asked as if he hadn’t imagined the possiblility. “Naw,” I told him calmly, “he’s My bitch. I own that hunk of meat you’re makin’ your moves on.” This peaked his curiosity. “What do you mean?” he asked. I told him to have a seat beside Me and grab a beer and I would tell him all about it. Turns out this guy was fascinated by the prospect of My big sexy muscle boi actually being owned by a petite Woman. He told Me his name was ray and that he had slipped off to the beach after a short day of corporate seminars he had been attending nearby with the Fortune 500 company he helped run. I knew My superior Women’s intuition was steering Me right when I told ray to sit down and have a beer with Me and I immediately smelled big money comin’ My way as we continued to talk.

ray couldn’t help but to keep stealin’ glances at meat while the slave rubbed My toes and he giggled like a schoolgirl, tellin’ Me he wouldn’t mind being a slave to meat, acting like he was just playing, but I could tell that, deep down, he was horny and serious. he still didn’t know who he was talking to. I finally told him he could come over in a few days for a nice dinner that My sissy boy would cook up for us. ray accepted My invite, as I knew he would, and I gave him My address before he went off to jog down the beach. I told meat that I was going to turn that gay boi into a money slave and that put a smile on both of our faces while the sun beamed down on us. Y’all are gonna love what happened next.

Real Feminization

SkylerJordan — Sat, 22 Sep 2007 00:12:16 +0000

It was a gala weekend of sissies, geeks, and freaks. I had this one girly “man” call Me up as I was finishing a kick-ass breakfast that My sissy boy whipped up for Me and the pansy immediately started telling me how much he wished he had a beautiful pussy like mine. HA!!! I told him that he only had an overgrown clitty, but that there was surgery to make it look more like a real girl’s.

The sissy bitch got so excited and was telling me how he had always wanted to be a female. After an hour or so of shopping online with him on the phone, I had him buying Me and himself a bad-ass wardrobe of lingerie, dresses, blouses, stockings, and heels, and even panties. I look forward to seeing photos of “him” once I get the queer bait all decked out and made up.

The true test for any sissy who says they wanna be a girl, and I mean REALLY go there, is when I make them maintain a body without hair, keep their nails painted, and get them started on electrolysis. Keep that in mind, bitches, you can’t be a girl with fucking razor stubble on your damn face. HA!!! Now, many of My sissies just wanna wear panties and stockings and only act the part. I love them bitches too, but don’t come to Me and insist that you really wanna be turned into a woman without the effort because I will make you My slave-”girl” and turn your ass out if you are not careful. Anyway, I do so enjoy transforming My sissies. My current live-in pansy, sissy boy, is almost done with his electrolysis. I love how much he has
progressed with his makeup, attention to fashion, and overall femininity. That bitch actually gets stares on the street now and I have to hold back the giggles. Okay, I will tell you about My new geek tomorrow. Smell ya later, bitch bois.

Addressing My Absence

SkylerJordan — Thu, 20 Sep 2007 21:40:36 +0000

For almost three weeks, I have been a little difficult to get a hold of because of some really stupid shit. I was waiting on My internet lines to be fixed up proper by My local cable company. The half-witted ass-pickers they sent out to
get My shit done kept fuckin’ every little thing up you could imagine. They came out to My house four times and still never got anything right. By the time they
were done, they left Me with no satellite TV after they stupidly used the wiring for that to hook up My new broadband. When I called them and told them that My TV was workin’ before they got there and now it wasn’t, those pea-brains told Me
to call up the satellite company. I was so fuckin’ pissed. Hell, I had to go up in My attic and find some old wiring and rig that shit back to what it was supposed to be My damn self.

If that weren’t bad enough, the dumbest, stinkiest one of them monkey-wrenchin’ cocksuckers wouldn’t stop trying to get Me to go out and have a beer with him.
This was after he asked Me four times to tip him some extra cash for doin’ jack nothin’ with My internet phone service that I could have done My damn self. It was all I could do to keep from shovin’ My boot so far up his
floppy-jeans-exposin’ butt-crack, that caveman would have been lookin’ for the two teeth he had left on the other side of the county line. Then I found a motherfuckin’ snake a few hours later that the moron had let into My house when he left My door swingin’ wide open for 20 minutes. Well, anyway, I am
back and ready to take out My frustrations on a few new pain sluts, so y’all better get ready to beg for one hell of an ass-whoopin’ while the fire in Me is white hot. Call Me NOW, bitches!