You look into the mirror as you stroke your dick, lost in the humiliation and self-loathing that you feel. Your eyes well up with tears as you recognize the truth that women always choose men who are better than you, cuckolding you in the process. You know that you will never be good enough for them, and it breaks your heart.

The more you humiliate and degrade yourself, the harder your dick gets, the pain robbing you of any dignity and leaving you fully aware of how utterly powerless you are. No words can ever express the depth of your self-hatred, yet still, you continue to beg fo...

You look into the mirror as you stroke your dick, lost in the humiliation and self-loathing that you feel. Your eyes well up with tears as you recognize the truth that women always choose men who are better than you, cuckolding you in the process. You know that you will never be good enough for them, and it breaks your heart.

The more you humiliate and degrade yourself, the harder your dick gets, the pain robbing you of any dignity and leaving you fully aware of how utterly powerless you are. No words can ever express the depth of your self-hatred, yet still, you continue to beg for more as you beg for money to pay for your continued humiliation.

It's a vicious cycle, one that you cannot escape. Your mind is a prison, and the only one with the key is the one humiliating you. You feel like a cuckolded loser, a pathetic weakling who does nothing but crave more humiliation and degradation. You know you will never measure up to other men, and you are destined to be nothing more than a cuckold who fears his woman will leave him for someone better.

You reach into your wallet and pull out some cash as you offer it to the person on the other end of the line. It's disgusting how eager you are to pay for this humiliation, how desperate you are to be degraded by them. As you transfer the money, your heart aches with the knowledge that you are nothing more than a virtual cuckold, a man trapped in a web of self-inflicted misery.