You’re entrenched so deeply in your beta existence that you’d choose to stay home and jerk off to me rather than pursue sex. Fantasizing about pussy is futile; you’ve accepted you’ll never have it. This is your sanctuary, your contented space. You feel secure here, not out in a bar attempting to get laid. This is where you belong, where you’re meant to be. Your life revolves around nothing more than stroking your beta boy cock to me. Embrace your worship—it’s what you were born to do.
