Look at you, so pathetic. All these weak men like you polluting the gene pool with your ugly balls and useless cocks. Someone should have stopped your parents from allowing another beta male to exist in the world, but I guess that responsibility falls to me now. I have a moral imperative to make sure your seed does not spread further. Be silent. Completely still. I don’t even want to hear you breathe. It disgusts me that we even share the same air. Watch as I trace my thigh-high boots up your leg. See how quickly your cock responds to me? These stilettos you’re staring at could pierce your skin, puncture your ballsack. Yet, here you are, begging to kiss them like they’re the ultimate cock tease. Look how excited you get when I slide your cock between my soles. Your obsession for fishnet stockings is showing, which tells me everything I need to know about your drone brain and where you stand in my femdom world. Notice how all four-inches of your beta cock responds when I pin you down and straddle you face-to-face. My tits are near your chin and you can feel my ass hovering above your cock. How interesting for you to even dream you’d have the attention from women like me. So now it’s time to correct your body’s responses with some proper ballbusting, CBT, and psychological domination. Keep your mouth shut as I smash your manhood with these sharp stilettos and fishnet feet. Every strike, every stomp is precise and deliberate. One minute you're fully erect, stupidly dreaming of what it’d be like if I slid myself down onto your cock. The next, you're squirming away, whimpering pathetically as my fists turn your manhood into pulp. Confused by feeling pleasure and pain simultaneously? What does that make you? I see the bruises forming across your balls as your cock softens, but we're not finished. I have one final step to ensure those genes of yours stop right here. Take a deep breath in and get ready for total sterilization.