Your obsession with FemDom porn has turned you into a wasting shell of a man, a pathetic creature consumed by the need to be humiliated. And today, you'll face the ultimate degradation. Clad in a red top that accentuates my voluptuous cleavage and a thong that barely contains my power, I stand tall in shiny boots—a stark contrast to your pitiful state. You're fixated on my big tits, but it's your tiny cock that truly defines you. It's laughable, really; that little peen of yours is a constant reminder that you're no real man. You've conditioned yourself to be aroused by your own sexual inadequacy, and I revel in the sight of you, a leaking and dripping little mess, as you edge on command. You're nothing but a sexual reject, with a cock so insignificant it's only useful for my amusement. "Repeat after me," I command, as you rub your microscopic excuse for a cock like a clit, "I'm only useful for my money and worship." Your endless gooning is a testament to your inferiority, and as I make you start it all over again, you're reminded that you never stood a chance. Your tiny cock will never satisfy a woman, let alone a Goddess like me. It would only slip out, unnoticed and irrelevant. You're here to be consumed by the reality of your sexual insignificance, to be conditioned further into the helpless, inferior beta you were always meant to be. And as you're left in a state of perpetual arousal and frustration, you'll be reminded that your sole purpose is to serve and worship Superior Women like myself, who will never be conquered by such a pitiful, little peen.
