I sit there, my heart pounding, as I watch her on the screen. The image of her, so professional, so composed, yet the words on the monitor cut deep. ‘Your Penis is Very Small.’ It’s a humiliation I’ve faced before, but seeing it there, in black and white, is a new level of torment. I can almost hear her voice, cold and dismissive, as she reads from the notes. ‘You have erectile dysfunction, are unable to achieve orgasm or ejaculate. You are still a virgin and have never had a relationship with a woman, but you have been a chronic masturbator all your life.’ The words sting, each one a reminder of my inadequacies.
The Weight of Her Words
I can’t help but imagine her reaction, the slight smirk, the way her eyes might flicker with a mix of pity and contempt. ‘EXCELLENT,’ the screen proclaims, as if my failures are something to celebrate. I feel a flush of shame, a heat that spreads from my chest to my face. The room seems to close in, the artificial light from the desk lamp casting long, accusatory shadows. I want to look away, to escape this moment, but I’m frozen, trapped in the glare of the monitor.
A Cuckold’s Reality
The final words on the screen are a dismissal, a command to move on. ‘Now… Stop trying to look up my skirt, and send in the next patient on your way out.’ It’s a stark reminder of my place, a cuckold in her world, a man who can’t satisfy her. I feel a pang of jealousy, a bitter taste in my mouth as I think of the men who can, the men who are worthy of her attention. I stand, my movements mechanical, and prepare to leave, my humiliation complete. The screen fades to black, leaving me with nothing but the echo of her words and the weight of my inadequacies.





