Annikah Lynn

Your cock doesn’t know you’re pathetic. It doesn’t know it’s attached to an inadequate loser who doesn’t have a last man on earth’s chance of getting anywhere near a woman like me. It’s a cock. So when you see my luscious lips, the hypnotizing fullness of my beautiful breasts and the femininity of my curvaceous body, your cock craves me and it gets hard. If your cock knew what a weak, watered-down version of a man you really are, it probably wouldn’t even bother. But you know. Don’t you?

You’re reminded all the time. Are you reminded every time you’re in the same room with a real man and you become invisible? Maybe you’re reminded whenever your wife spreads her legs for you out of pity and you think to yourself ‘it’s looser than I remember’. Maybe you get reminded when you feel your panties shift and your tiny balls fall out. Or maybe all you need to do is look in the mirror.

I’m glad that nobody has told your cock, though. Whenever I think a man like you can’t get any more desperate or any more pathetic, his cock stiffens up and he reaches a whole new level of beta. I’m laughing as type this thinking of the whimpering and begging you’ll do while I tease you to insanity. ‘’Please, Mistress. Please. Please. I’ll do anything!” And you will too. You’ll give me your money, your dignity and anything else I want, hoping that you’ll hear me say “Yes you may.”

I’ll enjoy the power I have over you, teasing you cruelly. And then, when you think you have never wanted anything as much as you want release, when you think you can’t take anymore, or when I get bored with you, you will be… denied. But you’ll come back for more. Because you’ll realize that denial from me is better than any approval you can get elsewhere. And because, well, you have a cock and it doesn’t know.