Another fucking Friday night alone, right? I bet you've been waiting all fucking week to see me only to remind you of what a LOSER you are! Tonight will be the best night of the week for you! You are going to worship me. Worship my anger, my muscles, my power, my skin, my hair, my face, my voice...everything about me that you are not! The fact that your dick twitches at the thought of all of that seemingly sends me into a rage. How pathetic does one have to be to get off on being completely humiliated and emasculated? You're going to sit there in silence. I don't want to be able to hear yo...

Another fucking Friday night alone, right? I bet you've been waiting all fucking week to see me only to remind you of what a LOSER you are! Tonight will be the best night of the week for you! You are going to worship me. Worship my anger, my muscles, my power, my skin, my hair, my face, my voice...everything about me that you are not! The fact that your dick twitches at the thought of all of that seemingly sends me into a rage. How pathetic does one have to be to get off on being completely humiliated and emasculated? You're going to sit there in silence. I don't want to be able to hear your voice or even hear you breath. With anger and rage, I scream and grunt and growl at you to look at my muscles, knowing fully well you haven't even blinked yet! My muscles explode as I tell facts about how you fear me. You fear that I may wrap you up in one of my most musculars and squeeze you until you Don't worry, you'll come to, eventually. And then I'll do it all over again. This time, in a head lock, with my bulging bicep around your neck. You have me so angry and yelling so much that I'm actually spitting! But, you'd drink my spit and lick up my sweat, wouldn't you beta boy?! You better be worshiping me in silence, bitch. You're going to jerk in silence, too. Listen to me punch my pecs of steel. Your loser status is off the charts, and that reallllllly makes me mad. The veins in my forehead are even popping out. All you ever do is jerk off and then feel that post nut shame, especially when you have to clean it up, all alone, in silence. You live for me, you breath for me, you exist for me... the angry, raging Goddess before you. You bow down and pray to me you bitch ass beta boy. I have the power to even deny you stroking rights, but your shameful ass would do it anyways. You can't help it, can you? It's all you can think about as a pathetic bottom feeder. You are worthless, not even mediocre! Your mere existence it kept for MY pleasure, not yours! Yelling and reprimanding you is what I do best, and all you live for.