"Aww, did the little worm want his Goddess to strip off these gorgeous, purple boots?" she coos through all her scorn. Then, in stark contrast, her voice rips through your mind like an acrid razor. You grasp your head desperately as you hear her command you: "STRIP YOUR OWN CLOTHES OFF, PIG! I WILL SEE YOU CRAWL NAKED BEFORE MY POWER!"

Without question--not that you could really question her dominance over you and this entire situation at this point--you remove your shirt, shoes, socks, and pants, revealing a clear boner struggling for freedom against your boxers. Despite the embarrassment, you decide hesitating to remove the boxers for much longer isn't in you or your tormented mind's best interests, and you acquiesce to her demands. You continue to avoid eye contact, opting to gaze at the ground upon which you grovel.

Sabrina does not say anything for a moment, but you can hear her begin to snicker, slightly at first, before finally bursting into uncharacteristic laughter for a few moments.

"HAHAHA! Unbelievable! Or perhaps it is? Should I really be surprised that such a pathetic male would be so...unimpressive in the equipment he's brought to the table? It's not a great wonder you've developed such a strong fetish for the superior sex's feet. You know, deep down, that you'll never be able to lie with a woman as her equal, so you compensate by convincing yourself that your current position, groveling at my feet, is all you need."

Despite her giggles, you don't feel any better. She has you completely humiliated and now, emasculated. She begins walking towards you, her footsteps slow and deliberate, making you and your cock ache with anticipation at what's coming next.