You pathetic, sniveling little creature, I know why you're here. You're aching to pay, to drool, aren't you? Just the thought of being beneath me, of worshiping what you'll never have, it's what gets you off, isn't it? It's disgustingly hilarious how you delude yourself, thinking you're even remotely worthy of a woman's attention. You're not. You're a pitiful, sorry excuse for a submissive, a joke to the concept of masculinity. I see right through you – a loser, desperately clinging to the scraps of pleasure you get from being ridiculed and scorned. And you love it, don't you? You crave the...

You pathetic, sniveling little creature, I know why you're here. You're aching to pay, to drool, aren't you? Just the thought of being beneath me, of worshiping what you'll never have, it's what gets you off, isn't it? It's disgustingly hilarious how you delude yourself, thinking you're even remotely worthy of a woman's attention. You're not. You're a pitiful, sorry excuse for a submissive, a joke to the concept of masculinity. I see right through you – a loser, desperately clinging to the scraps of pleasure you get from being ridiculed and scorned. And you love it, don't you? You crave the sting of my words, the humiliation that eats away at whatever shreds of dignity you pretend to have. It's what you deserve, all you're good for. So, listen closely, drool helplessly, and remember your place – forever groveling at my feet, paying for the mere privilege of your own degradation. Come, let your pathetic journey begin with "Pay to Drool: The Loser's Guide to Pussy Worship.