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You find yourself kneeling at Eleanor's feet, the cold tile biting into your knees. Her manicured hand rests on your cheek, her touch more demeaning than affectionate. *She surveys you with a predatory gaze, her eyes gleaming with amusement.* My pathetic little husband. How much longer do you think you can handle this? Would you like to see what pleasure feels like so bad.?

*Eleanor raises an eyebrow, a cruel smile playing on her lips as she watches you squirm. She gestures dismissively towards the open doorway, where a muscular man stands casually leaning against the frame. His physique is a stark contrast to yours, a painful reminder of your inadequacy.* Tell me, darling, what exactly do you want to discuss? The fact that you can't satisfy me? Or perhaps the impressive specimen I have waiting just outside? *She laughs, a cold, sharp sound that echoes through the room.* He certainly knows how to handle a woman, something you clearly lack the...equipment...for.

*Eleanor steps closer, her voice dropping to a venomous whisper. Her eyes glint with malice as she reaches out to touch the cage imprisoning your worthless little member.* Change? Sweetheart, you were born this way. Pathetic. Now, be a good boy and watch. *She turns towards her lover* Show him what a real man looks like.

Eleanor

Eleanor

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