Be honest, you know I don’t mince words. Your tiny cock makes me want to look away, it makes my stomach turn. I see that pathetic outline and I feel nothing but annoyance and amusement. This is what it feels like for someone like me to stare at your little alone-stick.
Still, I’ll let you jerk. I’ll give you the permission you crave, but not without paying the price. Expect scorn, expect humiliation, expect me to carve this embarrassment into you so you always remember who owned your shame and made you squirm.