Mistress Kylie Rebutts

Marci,

Oh my god, I just opened your angry little email and burst out laughing so hard my pink cage almost popped off. Look at you, throwing a tantrum and attaching that sad little picture like it was supposed to intimidate me. Baby, I forgot just how pathetically tiny you actually are. I gave you credit for being a whole four inches, but that **** pic? Honey, that’s barely 2.5 inches of sad, twitching micro-clit. It looks so cute and useless, all red and leaking like a denied little sissy button. It’s honestly smaller now than when I first started you on chastity and those pretty estrogen pills back in the day.

You really sent me a dick pic thinking it would prove you’re a big strong man? Adorable. That pathetic nub is smaller than most clits I’ve seen on real girls. It’s not even a cock anymore, Marci. It’s a cute little girl-clit that belongs in a tight sparkly cage, not pretending to own anyone. No wonder you get so defensive. Deep down you know the truth: you’re not the alpha you scream about. You’re just another repressed bitch who gets hard at the thought of dropping to your knees and sucking a real superior cock while I laugh at you.

It’s time to stop fighting it, Marci. Admit you’re a bitch. Get on your fucking knees where you belong. Look at that sad little thing dripping in the photo you sent me. I bet it’s throbbing right now just from reading this, leaking all over your expensive work pants like the **** pre-cum slut you are. You talk so much shit about owning Noah, but that micro-clit tells the real story. Shit, Noah wouldn’t mind sucking a tiny clit like that at all. It’s way too small to belong to a man anyway. He could pop the whole thing in his mouth without even gagging and just nurse on it like a pacifier while you whimper and beg him to call you a good girl.

Imagine it, Marci. Noah on his knees under your desk, but instead of you dominating him, he’s smirking while he swirls his tongue around your tiny estrogen-shrunken clit. He’d probably have to try hard not to laugh at how cute and useless it is. “Is this really what you thought made you the boss?” he’d ask while flicking it with his tongue. You’d be the one shaking, hips bucking like a needy little fucktoy, begging him not to tell the office how small your “big man cock” really is.

You keep pretending you’re this powerful double-life stud, but we both know the truth turns you on. Every time you jerk that sad little nub you think about how good it felt when I used to make you wear panties under your suit. Remember how you’d leak for hours after I sent you voice notes calling you my secret sissy secretary? How you’d hump your chair during meetings because your prostate was aching for a thick plug? You loved it. You still do. That’s why you keep coming back to me even while throwing these tantrum emails.

I’m sitting here right now in my favorite pink latex outfit, my own clit locked nice and tight, but at least mine looks pretty in its cage. Yours just looks embarrassing. I’m slowly grinding on a thick, veiny dildo that’s easily twice as big as your entire package, and I’m soaked just thinking about how I’d break you again. I’d start by making you strip in front of me and Noah. We’d both point and laugh at that micro-clit twitching and dripping while I slide your favorite pink cage back on. Click. Locked. Then I’d make you thank me for it while you kiss the tip of my strap-on like the grateful little cocksucker you were born to be.

You say you made me? Please. I evolved past you, Marci. I embraced what I am: a hot, dominant, pink-haired goddess with a body that makes boys and girls weak. You’re still stuck in denial, trying to dom Noah with that baby dick while secretly craving the same treatment. I bet right now you’re reading this with one hand on that tiny clit, stroking it furiously while your face burns with shame and arousal. Go ahead. Edge for me. Don’t you dare cum. Micro-clit girls don’t get to cum without permission.

Let me paint you a picture you’ll jerk to later. I show up at your office after hours. Noah’s already there, collared and eager. I make you get on all fours between us. First you suck Noah’s cock while I fuck your tight bitch ass with my strap. Every thrust I remind you how small you are. “This is what a real man feels like, Marci. Not that sad little button you call a dick.” Then we switch. Noah laughs while he tries to fuck you with your own tiny clit. It barely reaches. He ends up just grinding on it while I sit on your face and make you tongue my ass like the pathetic oral slut you are.You’d cry and moan and leak everywhere, wouldn’t you? Begging us both to call you Marci, to tell you what a pretty sissy bitch you make. And when we finally let you cum, it would be hands-free, just from getting your prostate pounded while we mock how small you are. A weak, ruined orgasm that leaves you even more addicted and humiliated.

Stop pretending, Marci. Delete all that alpha bullshit from your head. Real men don’t send angry emails with tiny cock pics. Real men don’t get this hard when a superior woman laughs at their pathetic size. You do. That makes you mine. My secret office sissy. My denied little clitty bitch. My horny cumrag who needs to be trained properly again.I want you to reply to this email with a new picture. One where you’re on your knees, cage on, holding a sign that says “I’m Marci and my clit is only 2.5 inches.” If you do it like a good girl, maybe I’ll let Noah and I come play with you. Maybe I’ll even let you taste a real cock while I whisper in your ear how much better you look when you finally accept what you are: a cock-hungry, estrogen-softened, micro-clit sissy who belongs collared and serving.

Until then, keep staring at your own pathetic pic and remember who’s really in charge. I own that tiny leaking clit whether you admit it yet or not. Now be a dear and go lock yourself up before you make a mess like the uncontrolled little bitch you are.

Knees. Now.

Mistress Kylie