[F4M] Tales of A Loser 2 [Mistress, Humiliation JOI]

Transcript

Oh, my pitiful little loser, it seems you have quite the penchant for attracting women who see right through your feeble attempts at dominance. Let's delve into the memory that haunts you, the encounter with Megan, a girl who initially succumbed to your lackluster attempts at satisfying her desires, only to realize that you were nothing more than a pitiful imitation of a real man. How amusing it must have been for you, my inadequate plaything, to go out with Megan a couple of weeks after your mediocre sexual escapade.

Her in tight pants, her hair in pigtails, must have sent your pathetic little mind into a whirlwind of lust and longing. Oh, how you fantasized about fucking her in doggy style, marveling at her tight asshole, which you so desperately desired to penetrate. But alas, my submissive fool, your fantasies were nothing more than feeble dreams destined to remain unrealized.

As you engaged in a seemingly enjoyable conversation and attended an open mic event, you couldn't help but notice Megan's growing fascination with one of the performers. It was as if the very essence of his being, his talent, his magnetism, overshadowed your pitiful attempts at impressing her. Oh, the bitter taste of inadequacy, my insignificant pet, as you watched Megan's attention drift away from you and towards a man who possessed the qualities you so sorely lacked.

It was clear to her, and to anyone with a modicum of perception, that you were nothing more than a submissive little wanker, incapable of providing the dominance and satisfaction she craved. She knew, deep down, that you were a mere imitation of a real man, a pathetic excuse for a lover. As you stroke your cock, relish in the humiliation that engulfs you, knowing that your encounters with Megan were nothing more than fleeting moments of mediocrity.

Embrace the sting of your own inadequacy, the knowledge that you will never measure up to the desires of a woman who craves true dominance.