You feel like a failure from the moment you get up in the morning. You're naked and laying on your rumpled bed, holding morning wood in your palm. Even though it's not quite erect yet, it's sufficient to bring up your feelings of guilt. You were made to be a woman's servant, to bring them joy and happiness. But you can't help but think of the verbal humiliation and degrading you've always received from ladies while you touch your dick. You go back to the first time a lady made you realise how much you were made to be used as you brush your fingers over your erect shaft. You can still hear her harsh, cutting voice telling you that you were just a filthy, lustful loser. You allowed her to take advantage of your erection. With every word she spat at you, your dick got harder, and you could no longer resist her control over you.