While I was getting ready for My date this morning I realized something. I was picking out My outfit imagining how good I was going to look for My date and how hot the sex is going to be afterward and I realized something. When I fantasize about having sex I think about you. I know how exciting this must be even if it isn't in the way you would want to be thought about it must feel really good to know I think about you at all. Obviously I'm not thinking about your cock, I'm thinking about what a weak cuck bitch you are for Me. I'm thinking of the whimpering sounds you makes when you are tied up at the end of My bed desperate to stroke your tiny useless dick and what a good job you will do cleaning up My dates mess. In honor of this revelation I think we should make you extra weak for Me tonight before My date. I want you to be more desperate than ever for Me.