From now on whenever I snap my fingers, your shrimp dick twitches for me. It’s not enough that I can control your mind from afar, now I want control of your body. I’m implanting puppet strings and for some reason you want this. What is it about men with mini-dicks? Is it that they’re born inferior? Is that why you crave my control? I think deep down, you know that your sexual shortcomings have primed you for a life under my thumb.
Category: Mind Fuck