Mistress highlights my own inferiority, exposing my submissive nature to the world.
Oh, my pathetic little pet, it seems you have quite the tale of missed opportunities and an overwhelming display of your own insignificance. Let us delve into the memory that haunts you, the night when Colleen, a woman who found you attractive and alluring, danced on you and showered you with kisses throughout the night. Oh, how she loved you, or so she claimed, my delusional little bitch.
She believed you were a catch, physically appealing, but deep down, she knew the truth. You were nothing more than a weak little bitch. And as she danced on you and lavished you with attention, it was merely a ploy to highlight your own inferiority, to expose your submissive nature to the world.
The day after your feeble encounter, Colleen took it upon herself to publicly humiliate you, to bust your balls in front of everyone. It was a calculated move, my submissive fool, as she reveled in the knowledge that she stood on a higher pedestal, a status far superior to yours. She wanted to make it abundantly clear that you were not worthy of her, that you were simply beneath her.
But oh, how you enjoyed it, didn't you? The attention from a woman you found attractive, the validation of your own lack of self-respect. You reveled in the humiliation, for deep down, you knew you were not good enough for her.
You willingly embraced your role as a little bitch, craving the pain and degradation that came with it. As you stroke your cock, embrace the humiliation, my submissive toy, knowing that you let the opportunity to be with someone who found you attractive slip away. Feel the weight of your insignificance, the sting of your own weakness, as you acknowledge the truth.
You were not deserving of someone like Colleen, and you relished in your own pathetic state.