You think you’re here to impress me, but really, you’re nothing more than a walking joke with that pathetic excuse for a cock. I needed a good laugh, and lucky for me, you showed up with your tiny dinky thing that could barely make anyone smile—except it makes me laugh until my stomach hurts. The harder you try to stroke it, the funnier it gets. Watching you take yourself seriously with that embarrassing little toy between your legs makes me laugh even louder, because you’ll never be a man in my eyes, only a weak little joke. You can’t please me, you can’t please anyone, and the best part is you know it too. That’s why you keep coming back—because humiliation from your Goddess is the only pleasure you’ll ever truly deserve. But don’t worry, slut, I’ve got a task for you. Prove your devotion. Prove you know your place. Stroke that pathetic thing, cum your tiny little load into your hand, and then do what good losers do: eat it up. Sip it down until not a drop remains. I know it won’t be
