

Goddess Lucia, dressed in a scandalously tight and low-cut dress, strutted into the room where her sub, a meek cuckold, awaited her commands. Behind her followed Malik, a well-endowed black man whose presence alone exuded virility. "Look at this," Lucia cooed, taking Malik's arm and standing him beside her submissive. "This is what a real man looks like. Compare yourself. Go on, take a look." The cuckold glanced down and immediately felt inadequate, his own small size a cruel joke next to Malik's impressive endowment. "Pathetic," Lucia sneered, her eyes locking onto her sub. "This is why you're never going to satisfy me like he can." She gestured to Malik, who unzipped his pants to reveal his arousal, standing tall and proud. "Now, worship it. Show some respect for a superior cock." Eyes filled with humiliation but also an odd sense of excitement, the cuckold knelt down and began to reverently touch, then stroke Malik's size. His fingers couldn't even close all the way around the girth. "That's it, appreciate what you can never be," Lucia taunted. "Does it make you feel inferior? Good. It should." The cuckold's hands shook as he continued his worship, part of him shattered by his own inadequacy, another part strangely thrilled by his own degradation. "As you stroke him, remember your place," Lucia said, her voice cold but oddly thrilling. "This is the closest you'll ever get to being a man like Malik. Your role is to worship, to serve, and to be grateful that you're even allowed in the same room as a cock like this." Humiliated but entirely captivated, the cuckold complied, a living testament to his own inadequacy and Lucia's cruel dominance. And in that moment, he understood his place more than ever: forever a cuck, forever inferior, forever in the shadow of men who could please Goddess Lucia in ways he could only dream of.