[Second-Person, Humiliation, Degradation, Femdom]

“One, two, three… Good grief, you’re paying this much just to have me berate you?”

You knew that voice. You knew it too well. It was the same voice that had trained you for the last month or so. The voice that had taught you how to take care of yourself down there, the voice that you would never think of disobeying.

The voice of BB. The purple-haired devil that had locked your autonomy away by being such a sweet-hearted girl. At least, that was how she presented herself. But when you clicked on that video that taught you how to masturbate…

You lost your privileges right then and there. By listening to her, you tried to do what she asked. You tried to stroke. You tried to thrust. You did everything she told you to during that JOI. But it didn’t work. So you thought nothing of it and started heading off to bed.

...And yet you came back. You came back to that video. You came back to BB. And she told you how to jerk off again. This time, you followed the instructions to a tee. and you did your very best. But you still didn’t get off. You still just drooled out of your cock like before.

She laughed at you. Every time you finished that video, she laughed at you. Because you didn’t cum. Because a pathetic horndog like you couldn’t cum even with the easiest instructions. That was what she said, and you’d be hard pressed to disagree with her.

As if it couldn’t get any worse… You just kept on going back to that video. And you swore that her humiliating words got worse and worse. As if they were cutting straight into your heart, to make you regret everything you had ever thought of. Why would a stupid fap-pig like you even watch a video, when you couldn’t cum?

But eventually, she stopped. The video seemed to disappear, and you thought that you were free. But you were wrong. You were dead wrong. Because your phone started ringing, and when you looked down at it…

There it was. Her breasts. Those beautiful, massive knockers that she had been teasing you with throughout the entire week. The ones that she taught you to imagine whenever you wanted to try and cum.

You didn’t understand how or why they appeared. Nor why they were so realistic. But once they popped straight out and practically pulled you in, you caught on. Because that whimsical giggle that always lured you in poured its way through your ears.

“Ahahaha! Look, it’s my favorite fap-pig. Still can’t get it out, huh?” BB would laugh at you as she popped out of the phone, keeping your face stuck between her tits so you could smell the sweet scent of her body. All while continuing to lambast you with her teasing words…

You had no way of stopping her. You had nothing you could refute her with. All you could do was just take it in. Because the words she said were all true. And it was all her fault…

“Ahahaha! You’re blaming me for your inadequacy? Man, you really are just a Fap-Pig.” She’d laugh. Because she knew better. Especially as you kept breathing in her scent. Her musk. Her feminine aroma. All of it made your cock stand straight, your tip drooling as it tried to get off…

She knew better than you. She always did. She knew that you’d try your best to try and cum if you just got a little encouragement. But she never did expect you to be this pathetic. Nor did she expect you to bother recanting all of this to somebody else.

That was how you ended up here. With your wallet empty. The last few dollars that you wanted to spend on a nice meal, maybe even one you wanted to dedicate to her, gone down the drain because you couldn’t contain your horny emotions.

“Really, what were you thinking? Actually, no, I know what you were thinking.” BB chimed as she wrapped her arms around you, giggling into your ear. “You weren’t. Fap-Pig.” She whispered in a lower octave, causing your body to tremble as the truth came to light.

You really weren’t thinking. You just gave your money to her. To a stranger that she recommended. Because you wanted something to make you cum. You wanted her to bully you like she had done in the videos. And having her play with you directly wasn’t enough. You wanted something more.

The very essence of BB by your side, and yet your pitiful prick wasn’t satisfied with her voice and her touch. You wanted her words to scroll by. You wanted to read her degrading you in every possible way. Just so you understood how little control you had.

“Honestly, even my previous Masters weren’t this pathetic. They’d fall for my charms and shoot their goo everywhere. But you can’t do that. So you keep it all pent up. And that makes you so much worse, because you can’t even get that bad stuff out of you. You just keep obsessing and obsessing, begging for me to bully you more…” The purple-haired menace would remark, giggling all the while. “That’s why you’re the best Fap-Pig. The best at being the worst!”

It was the times when she praised you in this backhanded way that you felt the best. Because she cared. In her own despicable way. She cared about the one she was bullying. That meant that every little insult stung just a bit more.

Even as she kept giving you instructions, every single day, calling you so many terrible names, you still couldn’t cum. Why couldn’t you cum, even with all of this heaped on top? Why couldn’t you?

“Because you’re never meant to cum, Fap-Pig. You’re meant to just keep stroking, keep fapping, until it falls off. Because that’s all you’re good for. Endless entertainment, without any end in sight.”

You knew BB was right when she said this. But that didn’t stop you. The burning need inside you told you to keep fapping. It told you to keep trying to make yourself cum. You even begged her to help you stroke. And even with her fingers helping you…

There still was no cum. Not even a dribble. You couldn’t climax. You couldn’t do anything. And she made you know, every step of the way.

“Gee, it sure would be fun if you could cum. Then I could move onto somebody that isn’t just a pathetic Fap-Pig. But I guess you’re the most pathetic thing on the entire planet, maybe in the entire universe…” BB would murmur and mutter, sounding almost disappointed. Like she was ashamed of being here with you.

And that almost made you cum. You almost felt something trembling down below. The thought of her leaving you was the thought that made you almost cum. You almost got the chance to finally climax. You almost got the release that you were begging for…

“Isn’t it great that I’m here to bully you, every single moment?” And yet she wouldn’t leave. She’d continue to whisper insults into your ear. She’d continue to give you instructions. And you always crept close, but as long as she stuck around, you wouldn’t cum…

You were struck in a vicious cycle. You’d get so close to cumming thanks to her seemingly planning to leave, like the despair of being left all alone and reduced to a perpetually fapping idiot with nothing better on your mind being enough to force you over the edge for a second… And then she’d change her mind, and you’d be stuck once more.

Her presence was the thing keeping you from cumming. And yet it was the very same thing that made you feel so good. The same thing that drove you so close. You knew you wouldn’t get this close without her. So if she left, you’d cum that single time… And then she’d be gone. Forever.

You knew she could tell. BB could always tell. It was why she helped you get all of this written down. All of this detailed, so you could read all about your despair. All about your inadequacy. All about your impotence. But most importantly…

She knew you’d realize all too late that she had already left. Because you saw the kiss marked on the page. And you noticed that the whispers had stopped. You didn’t have any more instructions. You didn’t know what to do. You just had your instincts to rely on…

You let out a cry of delight as you almost climbed over the wall. You could feel your hips pulsating, begging for that sweet little inch of pleasure that would drive you over…

“Ah-ah! No cumming without permission, Fap-Pig!”

Just as you thought she was gone, she came back… And with those cheeky eyes, you knew she’d stick around.

This was how she teased you. This was how she humiliated you. By making you think she disappeared, just so she could blue-ball you again and again…

BB would never leave. And you would never cum. Not as long as you were her favorite Fap-Pig, happily following her instructions and failing every step of the way...