I don’t even like men; and somehow you’re still beneath them. I’m queer. I worship women. I serve beauty, power, and femininity. Men? They’re a joke. And you? You’re the punchline. You’re not here because I want you. You’re here because humiliation is the closest thing to attention you’ll ever get from someone like Me. When you call I’ll be getting nailed to the wall by my partners 9 inch strap-on. Something you couldn’t dream of comparing to. Every thrust, every moan, every mess is another reminder that you’ll never matter. You’re just background noise. Locked up, aching, desperate to be noticed. I’ll tell you exactly what happened. I’ll describe it, her momentum, our insatiable desire. And you? You’ll stroke through tears, experiencing the m!sandry real time; and knowing if you were the last man on earth I still wouldn’t choose you. This is queer cuckolding through the lens of cold, divine contempt. And you’re going to thank Me for every second of it.