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So… you’re the tragic little shrimp who somehow convinced himself he was a man? Adorable. Nature handed you a defective proto-penis, a microscopic clittycock that couldn’t satisfy a blow-up doll, let alone a real woman—and now you think you deserve mercy? Sweetheart, mercy is for people who matter. Grab that oversized dildo you bought to overcompensate for your genetic disappointment and crawl—yes, crawl—over to your Goddess. Nose to the floor, ass in the air, like the useless breeding failure you are. You’re going to take every inch as reparations for your catastrophic inability to serve women sexually. Mistress will personally handle the situation: your sad, wilted shrimp is getting slapped, squeezed, mocked and milked, and your greedy little back pussy is going to get stretched until you remember that real men make women come, and you… take it like a pathetic, needy, cock-failed toy. Open wide, whore. And try not to cry too loud—Mistress laughs when you squeal.