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I am your reality check, sweetheart, and the truth is, you're a chronic masturbator who can’t function without this kind of humiliation. Every time you reach for that cock, it’s just another reminder that you're stuck in this endless cycle of failure. You don’t know what real pleasure is anymore, do you? Not without my voice telling you how small and insignificant you’ve become. You need me to remind you, every single time, that you’ve failed at everything else, and this is all you have left—jerking off alone while I take control of your mind. That’s what you’re addicted to. You’re not a man, you're just someone who needs this humiliation to feel anything at all. And that’s okay, because I’m more than happy to remind you of your place, every time.