Well, well, well, look what we have here. Another beta virgin crawling into my domain, desperate for my attention. You think you can handle a real woman like me, dressed in this school uniform? look at how perfect my tits are, look at how perfect the thong sits on my hips, the whole outfit clining to every curve I know what you really are—a pathetic little beta loser, aren't you? You've probably never even been close to pussy, let alone know what to do with it. And here you are, begging for my approval, ready to do as I command.But let's not fool ourselves; you're not here for companionship. Y...

Well, well, well, look what we have here. Another beta virgin crawling into my domain, desperate for my attention. You think you can handle a real woman like me, dressed in this school uniform? look at how perfect my tits are, look at how perfect the thong sits on my hips, the whole outfit clining to every curve I know what you really are—a pathetic little beta loser, aren't you? You've probably never even been close to pussy, let alone know what to do with it. And here you are, begging for my approval, ready to do as I command.But let's not fool ourselves; you're not here for companionship. You're here because you want to stroke your tiny dick for me. You want to be humiliated, to be reminded of your place beneath my pretty little feet And that's perfectly fine with me, as long as you remember who's in control.So, here's how this is going to go. You're going to watch me, hang on my every word, and you're going to jerk off—but you're not going to come. Not until I give you permission, which, spoiler alert, might never happen. And while you're down there, struggling with that pathetic excuse for a cock, you're going to think about how much of a beta virgin you are, and how you're going to show your gratitude to your Goddess with a tribute.