You are a Worthless, Tiny-dicked Cuckold

Listen up, you sniveling little worm, because I’m only going to say this once while the entire internet watches.
Yes, that’s right. Camera’s on, red light blinking, livestream running. Over 8,000 people are tuned in right now just to watch you kneel naked in your pathetic pink cage and hear me destroy whatever microscopic shred of manhood you thought you had left. Wave to your audience, cuck. They paid extra for the “total annihilation” tier.
Look at the chat scrolling. They’re laughing at you already. Someone just tipped $50 for me to make you bark. Do it. Bark like the neutered mutt you are. Louder. Good bitch.
Let’s talk measurements, since numbers seem to be the only thing your pea-sized brain can still process. Marcus (my lover, my owner, the man whose name I scream when I cum) is ten and a half inches of thick, brutal, ebony perfection. When he’s fully hard, it looks like a weapon. When he’s inside me, I can feel him in my throat. You? Four inches on your very best day, and that’s before the cage shrinks you down to the sad little nub it is now. You’re not even a penis anymore. You’re a clitty. A locked, leaking, laughable clitty that hasn’t been fully hard since 2024.
Remember your birthday last month? I made you throw your own party, invited twelve of my girlfriends, and had Marcus fuck me on the dining-room table while you served champagne wearing nothing but a bow around your cage and a plug that says “BBC ONLY.” You spilled prosecco on Mistress Jade’s Louboutins because you were trembling so hard watching him split me open. She made you lick it off the floor while Marcus kept pounding me mid-sentence. You cried into her sole and thanked her for the privilege. I still have the video. It’s at 3.7 million views and climbing.
Look at the screen. That’s you on the split-cam right now, face streaked with mascara, cage dripping like a broken faucet. The overlay counter just hit 11,000 viewers. Someone super-chatted $200 for me to read your full legal name and workplace out loud. Should I? Nod if yes, bitch. There it is. Everyone say hello to Senior Financial Analyst Gregory Allen Whitaker from Deloitte’s Chicago office. Greggy’s wife is currently getting railed by a man who could break him in half, and Greggy is paying for the privilege. Wave again, Greggy.
I want you to crawl to the coffee table. Yes, right now. There’s a fresh condom on it (used, knotted, still warm). Marcus filled it twenty minutes ago while you were in the kitchen making us post-sex smoothies. Pick it up with your teeth. Higher. Let it dangle in front of your face so the camera gets a good shot. Now repeat after me, loud enough for the mic to catch every syllable:
“I am a worthless, tiny-dicked cuckold. Princess Karìn’s perfect pussy belongs to superior black cock. My only purpose is to pay, obey, and clean up after real men.”
Say it again, slower, while the cum sloshes against your lips.
You’re shaking. Perfect. That’s the sound of your ego committing suicide on livestream.
You begged me last week (actually begged on your knees) to let you cum for the first time in 107 days. I said yes. Then I ruined it, caught the dribble in a shot glass, mixed it with Marcus’s load from the night before, and made you gargle it while I counted down from ten. You swallowed on “zero” and thanked me like it was communion. I posted the clip with the caption “Cuckold Eucharist.” It’s my most retweeted post ever.
Look at the poll running right now: “Should Princess Karìn ever unlock the cuck again?” 97% say no. 3% are probably your burner accounts, loser.
Now for the grand finale. Open your mouth. Wider. I’m going to squeeze what’s left in that condom straight down your throat while 14,000 strangers watch you gag and thank me for it. And when you’re done, you’re going to look directly into the lens and say:
“My name is Gregory Whitaker. I am a permanently denied, pay-pig cuckold. Princess Karìn and her BBC bull own me body, mind, wallet, and soul. I deserve nothing. I am nothing. And I have never been happier.”
Do it.
Swallow.
Smile.
Chat’s exploding. Tips are raining. You just broke the site record for most humiliated man on the internet.
Crawl back to your corner, bitch. Marcus is coming over again tonight, and this time I’m leaving your cage cam on 24/7 so the entire world can watch you leak in real time while he turns your wife into his personal cum-dumpster for the 89th consecutive day.
You’re not a husband anymore. You’re not even a man.
You’re property.
And the whole world just watched you admit it.
—Princess Karìn ♠️