You are scared of women. It's obvious, isn't it? You can barely look them in the eye or muster a coherent sentence when you're around them. You stutter and stumble over your words, trying desperately to sound intelligent and worthy of their attention. But it never works, does it? You're just a pathetic excuse for a man, afraid of your own shadow.

And I'm here to remind you of that fact every single day. I want you to stroke your dick as you listen to me verbally humiliate and degrade you. Because the more you revel in your inadequacy, the harder your dick gets, and the more money y...

You are scared of women. It's obvious, isn't it? You can barely look them in the eye or muster a coherent sentence when you're around them. You stutter and stumble over your words, trying desperately to sound intelligent and worthy of their attention. But it never works, does it? You're just a pathetic excuse for a man, afraid of your own shadow.

And I'm here to remind you of that fact every single day. I want you to stroke your dick as you listen to me verbally humiliate and degrade you. Because the more you revel in your inadequacy, the harder your dick gets, and the more money you want to give me. Isn't that right? Pathetic little man, tossing your money at me to get a thrill from hearing how much of a joke you are. And the worst part? You love every second of it.

You're so scared of women that you can't even say their names out loud. Do you remember the first time you were introduced to a beautiful woman? You stuttered and stammered, your face turning red with embarrassment. She probably thought you were a complete idiot, didn't she? But you were too afraid to correct her. Too afraid to stand up for yourself and show her that you're not such a pathetic loser after all.