I had told the faggot the only way he’d get to see me this next week for his $400 facetime is if he sent me a dom top kokstrap. I mean the bitch was desperate, sending me half his paycheck every month just for the privilege of me talking down to him and jerking my dick. The way he begged me to spit on the camera or push my foot against the lens always got me going. The muscle worship sessions where I’d oil myself up talking about how much bigger I was then him, how small his muscles are, how tiny his dick was. Probably only able to get off thinking about a real man, the feeling of submitting being true bliss and pleasure. How desperate he was to give a real man his paycheck.
So I wasted no time calling him when I got it, no care for the fact he was at work at some pathetic corporate job. He was at his desk blushing, blocking the screen from his coworkers walking past his cubicle. His pathetic small cock was already leaking pre as I told him to get on his knees, but before he could do it. I felt this strong PULSE in my stomach. My body started aching, my mind catching on fire. I watched in horror as in the small corner of my phone all the years of hard work, discipline, countless regimens and diets literally melt from my body, my arms, pecs, hell my abs literally disappeared, even the body hair I had built up is magically shaved off as I’m left smooth. My body is built like a string bean, the only meat on my bones is my ass. Hell that even started to tingle, this deep need and hunger eating away at me. My hole twitching, winking, empty.
My face, one strong, masculine, gets feminized, my eyebrows perfectly waxed and arched, my nose more button-like. My lips become plump, salivating as my mind is bombarded with images of my former self. Worshipping that body, taking in that musk and begging for him to spit on me, to even let me see his cock. Visions of me just handing my wallet to HIM. Giving away access to my bank account, signing over my property and begging just for him to ridicule my cock- no not cock, tiny penis. My cock shrinking down to a nub. None of this makes sense, its not me, i liked big titted bimbos, dominating weaker men, not becoming a sniveling pathetic faggot.
I try begging for help but my voice comes out in whimpers and moans. My body against my will turns around, back to the camera as I look at the camera, on my knees ass up and a voice that's not mine speaks up. “Please… please sir, I need you, what can i do, anything!” Its so lispy, high pitched and queer. I had no control of my body, no stopping it from bouncing my cheeks up and down in these tight briefs as a deep growl from the phone tells me to lower them, making my pathetic dicklet leak precum. Im so happy I gave daddy that 400 dollars for the call
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