do you really think your pathetic little cock deserves pleasure, slave? not when i've got a real man waiting to worship every inch of me in ways you’ll only ever fantasize about. as i lounge in this strappy lingerie, i can see your desperate eyes tracing every curve… the same curves my new stud will sink his thick, capable hands into later. and you? you’ll stay caged. extra tight. because your arousal is mine to control, and i love how humiliating it is for you. you know the truth, don’t you? that tiny dicklet of yours could never compare to the way he stretches me, fills me, makes me gasp and arch in ways you’ve only dreamed of. and yet… here you are, throbbing in your chastity like the cuckold you were meant to be. how delicious. you’ve conditioned yourself to need this, haven’t you? the ache of denial. the shame of knowing another man satisfies me while you kneel, useless, at the foot of my bed. so go ahead, rub that locked-up failure between your legs. imagine him bending me over, fucking me deeper than you ever could, while you whimper and watch. this is your purpose now: a wallet, a toy, a spectator to real pleasure. and the best part? you’ll thank me for it.