Your girlfriend has finally decided to say what she’s been thinking for a long time: you’re not the man in this relationship. You’re not a man at all. She’s the one with presence, confidence, and actual power — and compared to her, you’re just… weak. Soft. Pretending. She tells you directly that even she has more real masculinity than you. And the way you shrink under her words only proves her right. You’re not someone a woman like her would ever choose to fuck. Only a real man can properly handle a woman like that, and deserve to experience the ecstasy of sex with her. You? You get something else entirely. She strips you of the role you thought you had, and gives you a new one — From now on, you’re her bitch. And since you’re not suited to laying down cock like a real man. She’s going to lay down the cock, and you’re going to take it. The humiliation crackles through you like electricity, making your heart race as she lays out exactly what you’ll be her little cock whore starting *right now*. You drop to your knees and open your mouth wide. As her cock slides past your mouth and stuffs your throat, you feel the shift — the relief of no longer pretending, the thrill of being exposed, the dizzy excitement of being put exactly where you belong. If your mouth wasnt so full of cock you’d be begging for her to fill you ass, and luckily your slut hole is next on her humiliation agenda. You take it so good, moaning and backing it up onto her in order to feel her power and girth more deeply. You love being her little bitch. Her piece of cock meat to pound. The closer you get to orgasm, the more deeply you release this emasculation is totally erasing your identity as a man. Your girlfriend doesn’t just take your old role away. She corrected your identity. You’re her bitch, not her man.