You pathetic little beta, your very existence is defined by your inferiority, and it's written all over your sorry face. I see the way your eyes linger on my cock, a blatant display of your pitiful desperation and your innate weakness. It's laughable, really, how you drool and yearn for something so far out of your reach. You're not even worthy of gazing upon it, let alone fantasizing about it. Your place is to fixate on my face, the face of your Domme, your superior, a constant reminder of the vast chasm that lies between us. You're nothing but a weak, sniveling beta, utterly beneath me in...

You pathetic little beta, your very existence is defined by your inferiority, and it's written all over your sorry face. I see the way your eyes linger on my cock, a blatant display of your pitiful desperation and your innate weakness. It's laughable, really, how you drool and yearn for something so far out of your reach. You're not even worthy of gazing upon it, let alone fantasizing about it. Your place is to fixate on my face, the face of your Domme, your superior, a constant reminder of the vast chasm that lies between us. You're nothing but a weak, sniveling beta, utterly beneath me in every conceivable way. Your feeble mind can't even comprehend the depths of your own insignificance. Listening to this, allowing my words to penetrate your shallow thoughts, is the closest you'll ever get to experiencing the dominance you so desperately crave but will never deserve. This is your reality – a sad, humiliating existence, forever pining for what you can never have.