As PsyDomme, I revel in the control and fear I instill in my pathetic playthings. Just look at you, squirming with the terror of being exposed, yet unable to resist the humiliating pleasure I provide. Your attempts to stroke with more than two fingers are laughable, a pitiful attempt to reclaim a masculinity that's long been shriveled away under my watch. The layers of panties you wear, each a symbol of your submission, do nothing but heighten your fear and arousal. You're trapped in a never-ending cycle of humiliation, a tiny, insignificant speck dancing to my cruel whims. Remember, you're...

As PsyDomme, I revel in the control and fear I instill in my pathetic playthings. Just look at you, squirming with the terror of being exposed, yet unable to resist the humiliating pleasure I provide. Your attempts to stroke with more than two fingers are laughable, a pitiful attempt to reclaim a masculinity that's long been shriveled away under my watch. The layers of panties you wear, each a symbol of your submission, do nothing but heighten your fear and arousal. You're trapped in a never-ending cycle of humiliation, a tiny, insignificant speck dancing to my cruel whims. Remember, you're no longer a man; you're just my plaything, forever at the mercy of my twisted desires.