DESCRIPTION: Thou shalt not covet, they say. But how can you not, when you find yourself in the presence of a true alpha bull? It's not just about the size of his cock. It’s that his presence alone has an unspoken knowledge that he could ruin you without even breaking a sweat. You, on the other hand, are the punchline to the joke. The afterthought. There's a reason I make you strip first, so I can enjoy the spectacle of your little clit dick. Don’t try to cover yourself with your useless hands, you know better. You try to run, but you’ll never be able to hide. As a beta cuck, SPH needs to be part of your lifestyle. So stand still as I take out the tape measure. Your pathetic little shrimp dick, soft and caged, doesn't even register on the scale. Two inches, maybe, under the best circumstances, but your best circumstances are long behind you. How embarrassing. No wonder you need me to keep you in chastity. If I left you to your own devices, you might get hurt. Or lost. You blush, because that's the only thing you know how to do. I can see the shame radiating off you. You need this. You have to see it happen. You have to feel the truth of your inferiority in your bones. Then it's his turn. He's been watching, of course. He likes to see you squirm, likes to see the way you shrink in the shadow of his presence. Before I reach for the tape, you can see the difference. You can feel it, can’t you. Nine inches, maybe ten. So thick that my hands can’t even cradle it. Even in my world of female supremacy, I have to acknowledge masculine greatness when I see it. He grins at you, but he doesn't even have to say anything. His superiority is obvious and inescapable. His cock is the type that destroys marriages, that turns demure women into hot wives and confident men into cuckold husbands. You're not even in the same species. Don’t try to look away. I want you to remember this. I want you to dream about it later, when you're alone and desperate, locked behind that little chastity cage and dripping precum with your own humiliation. But because I'm a merciful mistress, I give you purpose. I show you how you can serve. I push you to your knees. Your face is level with the monument to his superiority. Your own tiny trapped cock throbbing in its cage. And now you must worship him, inch by inch, until you understand what a real man feels like. I know you say you’re straight, but I can read those eyes, they say, “make me bi, Goddess”! Bisexual encouragement is your future, and I’m the femdom Goddess that can lead you down that path. To make the lesson hit home even deeper, you’re going to rotate between his cock and my strap. Think about it - my cock isn’t even real, but it could do more damage to a pussy than your real ‘cock’ ever could. You’re so lucky you have us to learn how to be grateful for your place in the world. After all, you do serve a purpose. You are built for degradation. So open your mouth and begin to suck him. Take the head, lick the salty pre-cum. I know you’re going to gag when you’re merely halfway down, but I’m going to guide you further. Double domination and BBC deep throat is your future. Let that envy dissolve into pure, BBC worship. Use your throat, use your hands, use every ounce of humiliation and turn it into reverence for the cock that outclasses you in every possible way. Worship us both, inch by inch, one deep throat gag at a time.
