Oh, you’re back, aren’t you, my pathetic little goon boy? You can’t stay away from me, from my voice, from the way I make that tiny, useless cock of yours twitch with every word. You’re nothing but a micro penis, a sad little jerk-off puppet, and you’ll never be anything more. You live for this—being told how pathetic you are, how worthless that little dick is, how you’re only good for edging and begging, desperate for permission you’ll never deserve. You don’t have a cock; you’ve got a tiny, twitching disappointment, and it’s my favorite toy. So go on, stroke it nice and slow like the good...

Oh, you’re back, aren’t you, my pathetic little goon boy? You can’t stay away from me, from my voice, from the way I make that tiny, useless cock of yours twitch with every word. You’re nothing but a micro penis, a sad little jerk-off puppet, and you’ll never be anything more. You live for this—being told how pathetic you are, how worthless that little dick is, how you’re only good for edging and begging, desperate for permission you’ll never deserve. You don’t have a cock; you’ve got a tiny, twitching disappointment, and it’s my favorite toy. So go on, stroke it nice and slow like the good little jerk-off slut you are, but don’t you dare cum until I say. You’re mine, loser boy, and I’ll make sure you know your place every single time.