You know what’s wonderful and unburdening about my 20 reasons: there is no reason for you to be ashamed!  Have FUN with this!  Enjoy being an enduring and endearing masturbator.  Celebrate self-sex.  There is nothing wrong here: no shame.

Be happy in your many confessions to me.  I know you have a wonderful capacity to be obsessed.  Think Coachella.  You are in an obsessed-with-masturbation “phase.”  OK, that “phase” may last for a decade or a lifetime.  Let’s not quibble about the duration.

Thing about Humiliation

Focus instead on the humiliation of it all!  Women of all ages cracking up, chuckling, giggling, tittering and taunting.  Relax.  Feel liberated.  Be free.  Enjoy your embarrassment, humiliation, and degradation.  So what if you are disgraced?  Ignominy and indignity are yours!

Your shame means many laughs for me . . . and it’s your dirty indulgence, right?  Oh, come on, be honest.  You love that you are such a jerk off!  You get off on your mortification.  “Dishonor” is your middle name.  Humility and humbleness become you.  Revel in your loss of face to a beautiful, strong woman.

Realize I am Mind Fucking you!

I love the way you embrace that nagging discomfort of your lack of length and girth.  You are compelled to confess your secrets to me.  Risky, isn’t it?  Thank you for your trust.  Know that I will mind-fuck you.  I will work on your brain just as if I was gently squeezing . . . patting . . . and tapping your balls.  You’ll get that warm feeling radiating throughout your whole body.

Amazing the feeling produced by slapping those two vulnerable hanging blue balls of yours.  You like that right?  Well, you need to keep pushing the envelope of your abasement to keep me interested.  What’s next?  After all, your tiny dicked self-abuser phase has lasted very long now, hasn’t it?  Oh, that’s right . . . your baby dick condition is not a phase . . . it’s a permanent condition.  Oh well.  But I guess you win: You CAN rely on me to fuck you: MIND FUCK YOU, that is.