Fucking The Queen’s Purse

Larry stared back at himself in the mirror as he dug around inside his box of cheap jewelry. The show wasn’t for another hour but he was always one to be ready early. In the back dressing room he was surrounded by several outfits for any occasion.  (“I’m so fucking fat but I’m not any bigger then any of the other queens.”) Larry’s box of jewelry consisted of walmart rings, necklaces, earrings, bracelets among other things. (“Tonight has to be perfect, then again bitches I’m always perfect.”) Like many nights he began putting make up over the bruises inflicted on him by dominants he met on reco* and other BDSM conventions. (“I’m such a whore for abuse Its so fabulous!”) Larry said as he sang to the Funny Girl Soundtrack. Larry was quite the complex faggot and it was due to a number of factors. The amounts of MDMA and Poppers had certainly fried his brain at this point. Before each drag performance he’d grab that glass bottle as he tossed his long hair back as if he were Britney Spears, “The show must go on!”

Larry had been doing drag for about 7 years now and it was almost his identity. All his Facebook photos were him in drag simply because he loved the attention. He always had different colors to match every outfit or whoever he was impersonating. Cher was always his favorite even though he looked like a mutant dipped in paint. He got laughed at quite often by cruel fags who attended the drag shows for being so fat and hideous. Normally it would hit his ego, but with hot younger studs…. for some odd reason….. it just turned Larry on. He never stopped to think about it as it was just a passing thought that was never deeply analyzed. Despite the laughter and criticism, Larry still had adoring fans. Larry did drag at many locations around Chicago, from Krave, Roscoes, to Hydrate. In his morbid mind, he actually thought he was the hottest woman and could get any man when realty he was a fucking loser. Nobody gave a fuck about him and neither did his fans.

Larry wasn’t just a Queen of Drag, he was a queen in his everyday life. One time he had an expired coupon to Bed Bath & Beyond and screamed in the store for the manager. He tossed his arms up in the air making a fuss claiming discrimination. People around the store were staring as he acted so obnoxiously. Yes, he was one of those. He was always dramatic about everything. When Hillary Clinton lost the election he lost his fucking mind. He even impersonated Hillary on stage singing Bette Davis Eyes by Kim Carnes in support of her. He marched the streets calling for Trump’s impeachment on election night like a fucking idiot even though he hadn’t been inaugurated yet. He told me Lady Gaga encouraged him to do it. Larry was a very sensitive person and if you offended him, he would simply go off on you (except for me, he knew better.) He wasn’t afraid to take out his hooped earrings and scratch the fuck out of you. “I’m a vindictive cunt” he would often tell his other drag friends. He dressed as obnoxious as his attitude.

Larry was a sex addict and sought to get laid in every way possible. Despite his revealing muffin top he thought he was the sexiest faggot in town. Even outside of drag he walked down the street like Marge Simpson with fake plastic pearls, sparkly brackets, and ugly hooped earrings. If you rejected his advances, you were shallow and a body shammer. Larry found himself In book stores on his knees at the end of the day, sucking whatever cock he could get his hands on. Poppers of course was a daily ritual with his sexual adventures like with his drag career. Deep down he knew he was a loser, which is why he sucked whatever dick came through that hole. He’d inhale and breathe deep within remembering the boys online who humiliated him, “I’m proud to be a cum guzzling faggot, I’m proud to be a cum guzzling faggot.” Like Bryan in a previous blog, he left the doors unlocked hoping someone would come in and rape him. Unlike Bryan who was handsome, Larry was a hideous witch who looked like Ursula that ended up with a door slam. When on poppers the rejection subconsciously made Larry even hornier.

Larry was one of the ugliest drag queens I had ever seen personally, but it wouldn’t be long before I changed that just so I could exploit him for my personal gain. Larry was just another troll on hook up apps, often being generous (he had no other choice.) When he was turned down by other guys he would make another account and go off on them for things like body shaming and shallowness. The truth was that Larry WAS a fucking troll and rambled on and on. I should know, because the day he contacted my profile he asked what I thought about Madonna’s new album. (And for the record MadameX was Terrible.) I didn’t even bring up Madonna but my first thought was how weird Larry was, just so random and eccentric. My response, “I don’t care about her new album fat fuck can’t you read my profile?” Larry’s profile was in the “leather” tribe and stated he was a bitch that needed to be put in her place. Larry snapped, “How dare you talk to me like that you body shammer!” I sent Larry a photo of me stomping on a human skateboard with a meme that said “Thank You For Hurting Me Sir.” Larry got quiet as he said he would read my profile. “Does it turn you on that I’m a real man and that you’re a pathetic faggot who doesn’t know proper respect…yet? I can say whatever I want to you and eventually you’’ll keep begging me to insult you.”

(“Omg thats so fucking hot the way he talks! I remember all those young twinks making fun of me even the muscle studs. It’s like he knows me already.”) Larry read my profile and something must have sparked his interest. “You exploit faggots just for your personal gain? What kind of personal gain?” I snapped and asserted he will address me as Sir with each question he asked. “Yes sir, usually its me telling others what to do,” cutting him off as I reminded him he was a bitch to be put in her place. “Sir what is a human ATM?” I typed back rather quickly. “Have you ever heard of Financial Domination you dumb cunt?” (“He called me a dumb cunt, just like the other fags at the drag show! Why does that turn me on?”) I sent him a picture of Andrew on his knees with his wallet hanging out of his mouth like a dog. Larry’s clit started to get wet as I sent pictures of slaves licking my shoes clean. “Sir you skateboard? I’ve been to the skatepark in the past just to watch boys shirtless, REAL men. I’m just a sissy queen but I am damn proud of it.” I teased Larry with my years of experience to see what reaction I would get. “If I saw you staring at my buddies we’d come beat the fucking shit out of you FAT FUCK.”

I asked Larry in what ways he has been “put in his place” before. “Well Sir I’ve been beaten up by men, and its so humiliating when I pay for it.” (“He just Said he would beat me up thats exactly what I need!”) I asked Larry, “Do you find yourself snapping at people in your life because you’re trying to fight who you truly are?” (“He’s only seen 3 photos of me and its like he knows how my mind works… I want to tell him even more.”) He responded, “What I truly am? What do you mean?” I had his interest, now I just had to manipulate him knowing it was possible. All I had to do now was slowly plant seeds in his brain to eventually take advantage of him. While sending pictures Larry was looking up findom on google. “Sir I’ve paid boys online many times just so they can make fun of me. I put lipstick on and do all kinds of humiliating things.”  I asked Larry what he did for a living so I knew what I was working with. “Oh Sir I’m a supervisor for Comcast technical support. I want you to fuck me sir. I’ll even pay for it.” “I’m not fucking your nasty ass you fucking faggot can’t you read? I’m not hear to get laid or being fucking slut like yourself.” As I continued to insult him he started to get wet for reasons he didn’t really care to think about. “You can get fucked by me but get fucked in a pleasurable way you never thought possible. Haven’t you always wanted to try something more daring and humiliating?”

(“He doesn’t want to fuck me but he wants to insult… what is wrong with me?”) I continued on, “Larry what methods have you used to pay guys online?” (“He wants money from me, I’m not giving him a fucking penny he won’t even fuck me.”) I showed him my bank balance and snapshots of the accounts of my slaves being weak and broke. (“Why is he showing me this, is it suppose to turn me on?”) Indeed, it was turning him on because he answered every payment method all of you readers know and love. (“Why did I do that, maybe I’m just curious.”) I assured Larry I WILL fuck him, but in a pleasurable way he never thought possible. “Larry the way I’m going to fuck you will also put you in your place, a worthless faggot that is gonna get SCREWED.” Using sexual terms I knew his thirsty Cash Cunt Cherry would start to get wet. “Send Me $20 Via CashApp and I will show you how amazing it feels to get fucked by me, without me sticking my dick in your ass.” I just had to keep manipulating him. “You love being fucked like a whore don’t you? I’m going to treat you like the rest of my whores, fuck you hard and leave you with a sore pussy.”

Larry sent the $20 on cash app (“Hey It’s only 20.”) “Now Larry I want you to grab a dildo and call me on Skype, here is my user. Skater*******.” Larry quickly signed onto his computer (“Whatever he wants to try I may as well do it, after all I don’t want to waste that 20. He seems… different then the boys online. Most on here would block me by now. He keeps insulting me and its turning me on.”) Larry called me and I finally saw that clown face with a hideous pearl necklace for the first time. “Faggot is that fucking lipstick? Are you that much a fucking sissy?!” Larry held his poppers in one hand and dildo in the other, mouth open in shock. “I’m not a sissy sir I-“ Cutting him off I laughed in his face while flicking him off. “Listen faggot I don’t care about your feelings let alone YOU. And pretty soon the fact that I don’t give a fuck about you will turn you on itself. Soon you’ll understand what I meant by fighting what you truly are. Now inhale that bottle and tell me if you do any other drugs.” Unscrewing the bottle and obeying my orders he inhaled for what seemed like eternity without any seconds being counted. (“I just continue letting him talk to me like nobody else has. What’s wrong with me?”) “Sir I use ecstasy and pop xanax after my long drag shows to avoid the come down.” I laughed at the fact that he did drag and told him to take a hit of ecstasy.

“But Sir why take ecstasy now I’m not doing a show or out at the-“ Spitting at the screen I cut off the loser once more. It will make it easier for me to fuck you right here and now. Go take a hit in front of me and dress up in your prettiest outfit.” (“I’m Gonna do what he tells me to do, fuck he’s so hot and I love his voice. It’s like he knows how to get me to do whatever he wants. He gives me more attention then the men who fuck me then leave.”) I tapped my fingers and talked to other slaves on Skype as Larry got dressed. Within 10 minutes he came out in a Black Dress, some 60s flip-bobbed wig, and Pink High heels. “It’s supposed to be Cher from Mermaids Sir.” I laughed at the fact he was the ugliest fucking Cher I’ve ever seen and to send me another 20 for being a disgusting faggot in my presence. “I’m an alpha, a TRUE MAN, and I deserve EVERYTHING I want. Like my other army of losers you will spread your legs and obey no differently.” The Ecstasy was kicking in as Larry sent me 50 instead of 20. (“He’s right he deserves it.”)

“Now listen you disgusting faggot I want You to take off those panties and stuff them in your mouth as you inhale for 10 seconds each you FAT CUNT.” Larry Inhaled as I told him to do as I ordered. Make up began running down his face as he was sweating from the drugs and the intense lust I was filling his head with. “Look at yourself, you ARE a SISSY Faggot! You’re fucking hideous I bet you get made fun of at those drag shows don’t you?!” Larry nodded up and down as his eyes winced as if he were having an inner battle. (“He’s hurting my feelings and yet I’m hard as a rock.”) “Oh please fuck me sir like you said you would FUCK ME.” I instructed him to send me another 50 now that his pupils were dilated and his inhibitions were low. “Faggot put that cock on your chair and sit on it! Only use your spit I want you to scream.” Larry was used to some of this, as he had been humiliated on camera before. Inhaling poppers he screamed through the panties in his mouth being the ugly Cher he was, forcing his cunt down on the dildo with no lube.

“Every Time you send me your cash you bring yourself closer to being even more pathetic. I want to see how pathetic you truly are and then CUM to your reckless stupidity!” I showed him my hard 8 inch cock to make him weaker. “You sick trolls want this stud cock so badly but instead of fucking your hole I’m going to fuck your PURSE! Now send me ANOTHER 50 as you ride that dildo and pretend its my cock INVADING your purse AND that flabby ass.” Drugged on ecstasy Larry lifted a sparkly purse without me even telling me to. He typed back to me with the panties still stuffed in his mouth, “Fuck my purse sir!” (“Fuck what am I doing, he’s making me send him cash and made me dress up just to get made fun of. This is fucking hot I want him to do more to me! I don’t care if its fucked up.”) As Larry sent he started riding the dry dildo harder with tears in his eyes and shaking his purse around. As he rode his dildo he sent me $100 instead to see what it would feel like. Goosebumps formed on Larry’s skin as he felt a bliss he was experiencing for the first time.

I saw Larry crying tears from the dildo and told him to remove the panties so he can finally respond. “Oh thank you sir, my pussy hurts!” I laughed reminding him that his new pussy was about to start hurting as well. “Don’t worry getting fucked in your cash cunt hurts just like taking dick the first time, it feels better and better. Now put some spit on that dildo, I feel like being nice for a bit. In the end I want to hurt you. Take another Hit of X as you sit on my cash cock. Plug it up your ass, You are used to putting things in there.” Larry inhaled by instinct, his pearls flying as he almost fell over. “Oh dear” Larry said as he put the pill up his ass then lowered himself back on the dildo, wincing in pain. “Wait what the fuck is a cash cunt?” I continued manipulating his brains with my words like soothing ocean sounds as I spread my arms, showing my pits to make him weaker. “Larry have you ever been screwed over financially by someone? In debt to student loans? Have you ever been robbed?” Larry nodded his head. “Yes sir but I don’t want to be robbed-“ I laughed and told him to shut the fuck up. “Does doing what I fucking tell you turn you on you fat fuck?” He nodded with his eyes rolled back and biting his tongue from the drugs. “Does turning ME on turn YOU On?” He nodded once motre. “I’m fucking you OVER you stupid faggot. And what’s more fucking pathetic is that fact that you’re getting off to it!!!” (“Omg he IS taking advantage of me, he literally is!”)

Larry stopped bouncing on the dildo lost in thought. “Send me another 100 and tell me it doesn’t make you precum from that disgusting sissy clit.” Larry started riding it while picking up his sparkly purse again while inhaling with his other hand. “MMMMM Sir I get it now, I’m riding your cash cock!! Fuck me harder.” I told him to send me the 100 I mentioned and tell me it doesn’t turn him on. Reaching for his phone he sent me $200, “I Love you fucking me over sir, you’re robbing me and destroying my purse.” Larry’s instincts were awakening as he was experiencing true mental abuse for the first time as I drained his LIFE SOURCE. Larry looked spaced out of his mind as I said to him, “BEG ME TO SCREW YOU!!” (“Oh that’s even more humiliating, me actually begging him to take more from me. I get it now he’s fucking me over literally. And its turning me on what the hell?! I don’t wanna stop, I don’t care. I Love doing everything he tells me.”) Reading his mind I could tell he knew exactly what I was doing and I was loving every second of it as my dick started to get hard from power alone.

“Screw me over sir, screw me over. RUIN MY REPUTATION!!” I played The Shoop Shoop Song from my iTunes and told him to sing along as he writes “$” symbols all over his cheeks and forehead. I began recording the entire Skype session as I was not even expecting him to say anything about his reputation, but my sadistic instincts were stirring as my dick started to leak. “Sir it’s not about if it’s in his kiss, its the way he screws you over. That why women stay with men who beat them its because they take advantage of them!” He was clearly drugged out of his mind as I was totally getting off humiliating him singing to Cher while dressed like her. He continued singing the real lyrics and asked to change his outfit while I ignored his request. “Women love their abusers, and faggots love the men that destroy them.” He nodded his head in agreement no longer thinking clearly. “Does it turn you on that I don’t care about you Larry?” He just moaned as his head rolled back, grinding the pill of ecstasy deeper up his hole. Sitting on the dildo balls deep, he ground his fat cheeks on the chair. I don’t give a fuck about you sissy faggot, I’m just fucking you over and then I’m gonna toss you aside like every other man that cums in side you. I’m gonna cum inside your BANK ACCOUNT. Now send me $200 again!”

Larry did as instructed and began painting dollar symbols on his forehead in pink. He looked at his reflection on the camera as his eyes were big as saucers. “Your next drag show you are going to have a dance video behind as you wear the same outfit you are wearing now.” Larry inhaled once more with a confused look on his face. “Sir how do I look painted in pink for you. Does it please you sir?” I asked Larry, “Doesn’t it turn you on seeing my dick rock hard as you sink lower then pathetic, lower then you’ve ever sunk before?” (“It does turn me on that me doing this turns him on. That’s probably why I keep obeying, just to turn him on. He’s manipulating me!”) But all his inner battles were washed away by lust and instincts that were just awakening for the first time in his life. “It turns me on destroying myself for you sir……ooooooo fuckkkk!”””” The dildo hit Larry’s prostate so hard he came hands free which he had never done in his life. “I just fucked you hard Larry, and look how much you came. Has any ass fucking ever made you cum like that?” He shook his head while catching his breathe to absorb everything that happened. “Do you still want me to ruin your reputation?” Larry ended the Skype call. I would hear from him again in 2 weeks.

To Be Continued.

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