Premature Ejaculation & The Humiliation You Crave
You think you can last for Me, plaything? Please. The second you see Me in this lace, your pathetic beta cock is already twitching like it’s ready to betray you. I can read your body better than you can. One deep breath, one slow turn of My hips… and you’re already halfway to disaster.
I know you’re a premature ejaculation case — a weak, early-shooting loser who folds under the slightest bit of pressure. And I’m not here to “help” you fix it. No. I’m here to push you until your self-control completely collapses. Every word, every subtle shift of My body, every precise stroke I order… will destroy you.
You’ll cling to the edge, desperate to hold on, but I’ll keep you right there, knowing full well that the second My voice curls around your cock, it’s over. You’re going to cum way too soon — and I’m going to make you feel every ounce of shame for it.
Your Early Finish Isn’t the End — It’s the Beginning
When that weak little load spurts out before I’ve even finished with you, you won’t be allowed to look away. You’ll sit there, breathing heavy, mind swimming, premature ejaculation humiliation washing over you. And then? That’s when the real fun starts.
Because I’m not letting it go to waste.
You’re going to follow My CEI instructions exactly. Every drop. Every taste. You’ll feel it slide over your tongue, coating your mouth, sinking into you — the proof of your failure and your devotion all at once. I’ll watch your face as the shame deepens, as the reality sets in that this is who you are: a humiliated, early-finishing loser who eats his own mess on command.
Humiliation, JOI, and the Shaming You Need
This isn’t just jerk-off instruction. This is public shaming, your official debut as My weak, premature little beta. I’ll make sure you feel it in your gut, in your cock, and in your pride. Because premature ejaculation isn’t just a problem… it’s the reason I own you.
By the time you’ve cleaned every drop from your hand, your cock, your thighs, you’ll be mine in a way you’ve never been before — bound by taste, shame, and the undeniable truth that you will never, ever be able to last for Me.
And when your mouth is clean? You’ll prove your devotion the only way that matters. A proper tribute. Because you don’t get to walk away from this untouched. You don’t get to hide. You’re My little failure, and you’ll pay for the privilege.
Your Weakness is My Power
You can pretend you’re better than this. You can lie to yourself and say you’ll “hold out next time.” But you and I both know that the second you’re back in front of Me — seeing Me, hearing Me, stroking for Me — it’s over. That twitch in your cock? That heat in your face? That rush in your chest? That’s Me, rewiring you to break faster every time.
Go ahead. Prove Me right.
I’ll be waiting.
