You’re having trouble accepting your role in this world without the taste of a woman’s pussy. My pussy, to be exact. I think we both know you move through life struggling to accept that you’re a pussy-free loser. Part of you knows deep down that you don’t deserve the sight you’re getting right now, but I love tormenting you. I’m going to teach you how to accept a pussy-free life, a life where your cock never gets to feel the touch of a woman’s power. The only way you get to experience her power is through denial. That’s what a loser like you gets: absolutely nothing. Make a vow for me that you understand you’re never going to feel the tight grip of a pussy around your little cock. Tell me you’re devoted to a pussy-free life. You’ll never feel the sweet embrace of a woman’s perfect pussy squeezing you, because you know pussy is not for you. It turns you on to be denied, to know you’ll never get what you want. It’s sexy learning to accept your place. Sit there stroking and telling me pussy is not for you. This pussy is for other men, who get to cum in my tight, pretty little pussy. Tell me you know this pussy isn’t for you. Tell me you understand what a loser you are. Why does it make you hard to think about how you’ll never get to taste this perfect cunt? You belong in a permanent state of denial, locked in chastity and begging for a taste of something you’ll never get. You’re still going to serve me, even knowing you’ll never get a taste of my pussy. You beg and get denied, you stroke and get denied. Beg, denial, stroke, denial—over and over, because you’re never going to get it. You deserve to be permanently locked up and denied until you accept your vow: that you’re a pussy-free loser. It’s better for everyone if you stay locked, honestly, it’s practically a public service at this point. Pussy is not for you, so thank me for helping you find your place in this world: locked and tormented at my feet, exactly where my whims put you.